The Parma herald. (Parma, Idaho) 1903-1917, 1914-07-23

I mouth was both kindly and humorous
/ One knew, from the tint OF his blus
ewes and the quirk OF his lips, that
When he spoke there would be bit
OF brosue. He was James Hnrrisan'
one time celebrated In the ring for his
gameness, his squareness, his endur'
ance; Battling Jimmie" Harrigan,
who, when he encountered his nrst
Knockout retired from the ring. He
had to his credit eIxty-one battles, OF
which he had easily won forty. he
had been outpointed In some ana nao
broken even in others; but only once
had he been "railroaded into dream
land" to use the parlance CT the game.
That was enough He understood
Youth would be served, and he was
no longer young. He had, unlike the
many In his peculiar service lived
Clearly and with wisdom and fore
sight: he had saved both his money
and his health. Today he was at
peace with the world, with three
sound appetites the day and the
wherewithal to crafty them.
Today Battling Jimmie" was for
gotten by the public, and he was
happy In the seclusion of this forget
fulness. A new and strange career
had opened up before him; he was the
father OF the most beautiful prima
donna In the operate world, and, diff
cult as the task was, he did his best
to live up to 1t. 1t was hard not to
offer to shake hands when he was
presented to princess or duchess;
1t was hard to remember when to
change the studs In his shirt; and
white cravat was the terror of his
nights, for his fingers, broad and
stubby and powerful, had not been
trained to the delicate task OF tying
a bowknot. BY a judiclous blow in
that spot where the ribs divaricate he
could right we'll tie his adversary into
q bowknot, but this string Of white
lawn was a most damnable thing
Still, the puttering of the two women,
their daily concern over his deport
ment, was bringing him into conform
lty with social usages. One thing he
rebelled against openly, and with such
hrmness that the women did not press
him too strongly for fear of general
revolt. On NO occasion, however i'm
pressive, would he wear silk hat.
Christmas and birthdays invariably
called forth the gift of silk hat, for
the women trusted that they could
overcome resistance by persistence.
He never said anything, but it was no
ticed that the hotel porter, or the gar
dener, or whatever masculine head
tsave his own was available. came
forth respondent on feast days and
Sundays
Leaning back In an iron chair, with
MS shoulders resting against the oak.
was the Barone, altogether differ
ent type. He was frowning over the
pages of Bagot's Italian Lakes. and
ne wasn't making much Roadway. He
was Italian to the core, for all that
be aped the English style and man
ner. He could speak the tongue with
nuency, but he stumbled and faltered
over the soundless type.
His clothes had the Piccadilly cut.
and his mustache, erstwhile waxed
and militant, was cropped at the cor
ners, thoroughly insular. He was
thirty, and undeniably handsome.
Near the fountain, on the green.
was third man. He was in the act
u folding up an easel and a camp- |
stool
From window in the villa came
'oice; only Tilt of melody. no |
vords,-half a dozen bars from
Martha; but every delightful note
vent deep into the three masculine
learts. Harrigan smiled and matted
he dog. The Italian scowled at the
egetable garden directly below. The
rtist scowled at the Italian.
Fritz, Fritz; here, FRITZ"
The dog struggled in Harrigan,s
lands and tore himself loose He
vent gathering over the path toward
ne villa and disappeared into the door.
way. Nothing could keep him when
nat voice called He was as ardent
lover as any, and far more favored
On, you funny little dog! You
Merry little dachel Fritz, mustn't.
ct go!' Silence.
Inc artist knew that she was cud-
ling the puppy to her heart, and his