The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-03-30
By JACK LONDON
Copyright, 1913. by The Century Co.
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 Glendon peczsIEe very cold, and his voice was harsh and grating.
 s'It won't be published. She told me so- And to doubt it is to call her liar"
 The Irish flame was in his eyes. and by that and by the unconscious cltnch- ing of his passion wrought hands Stubener, who knew the strength of them and of the man he faced, no longer dared to doubt.
 It did not take Stubener long to find out that Glendon intended extending the distance of the fight. though try as he would he could get no hint of the number of the round.
 He wasted no time, however, and prfvIly cline1aed certain arrangements with Nat Powers and Nat Powers manager. Powers had a faithful fol lowing of bettors, and the betting syn dicate was not to be denied. its har- vest
 On the night of the fight, Maud sangster was guilty of q more daring uncoaventionality than any she had yet committed, though no whisper of 1t leaked out to shock society.
 Under the protection of the editor she occupied a ringsfde seat. Her hair and most Of her face were hidden un1er s1oueh hat, while she wore manss long evercoat that fell to her heels.
 Knterfne in, the- thick of the crowd she was nofanoticed, nor did the news paper men in the press seats against the rine direcffys1n front of her recog nlse her.
 As was the growing custom. there .wene sno preFimanary bouts, and she hm@sbaregy saRnea her seat when roars ,oR zpp1ause announced the arrfS1 of ae his seconds, and she was almost 4EzglIhemsd by the forzntdable bulk of ham Eet dhesleaped the ropes as light 1y~a~sa man half his weight and grin ned. .aeknow1edgsment b the t1mult- ueus greeting that arose from all the house.
 He was not pretty. Two cauIfdower ears attested his profession and it's attendant Brutality, Whlle his broken nose had been so often spread over hzs face as to defy the surgeons art to reconstruct it.
 Another uproar heraided the arrival of GIendon, and she watched him ea- gerly as he went through the ropes to his corner.
 But it was not until the tedious time of announcements, introducdons and challenges was over that the two men threw off their wraps and faced each other in ring costume.
 Concentrated upon them from over head was the white glare of many electric Iights-this for the benefit of the moving picture camerasEaHd she felt as she looked at the two sharply cOntrasted men, that it was in Glen don that she saw the thoroughbred and in Powers the abysmal brute
 Roth looked their parts-Gl -Glendon clean cut fn-face and form. softly and massively5 beautiful; Powers almost asymmetrically rugged and heavily matted with hair
 As they made their preliminary pose For the cameras, confronting each oth- CT in fighting attitudes. it chanced that Glendon's gaze dropped down through the ropes and rested on her face.
 Though he gave no sign, she knew. with swift leap of the heart, that he had recognized her.
 The next mome11t the gong sounded the announcer cried Let her goy' and the battle was on-
 It was q good flght There was no blood, no nnardng, and both were clever. Half of the first round was spent in feeling each other out, but Maud Sangster found the play and feint and tap of the gloves sufficiently exciting.
 During some of the hercer rallies in later stages of the fight the editor was compelled to touch her arm to remind her who she WAS and where she was.
 Powers fought easily and cieanly. as became the hero of half a hundred ring battles. and an adndring claque ap- plauded his every cIeverness.
 Yet he did not unduly exert himself save in occasional strenuous rallies that brought the audience yelling to it's feet in the mistaken notion that he was getting his man
 It was at such moment, when her unpracticed eye could not inform her