River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1914-03-19

other fight" she challenged.
What round did he say my fight
with Nat Powers would end ing'
Before she could answer the man
ager was into the thick of it.
Lob. rats. Patr' he cried Shut up.
IFS only the regular run of ring ru-
mors. Let's get on with this inter
view"
He was ignored by Glendon. whose
eyes. bent on hers. were no longer
mildly blue, but harsh and Imperative
She was sure now that she had STUN
bled on something tremendous, some
thing that would explain all that had
bafied her.
At the same time she thrilled to the
mastery of his voice and gaze. Here
was a male man who would take hold
of life and shake out of it what he
wanted
what round did the editor say?'
Glendon reiterated his demand.
For the love of Mike, Pat, stop this
foolishness, Stubener broke in.
II wish you would give me chance
to answer" Maud Sangster said.
II guess I'm able to talk with Miss
Sangster," Glendon added. You get
out, Sam. Go off and take care Of
that photographer"
They looked at each other for a
tense, silent moment, then the man
ager moved slowly to the door. opened
it and turned his head to listen.
And now what round did he say"
81 hope / haven't made mistake"
she said TREMENDOUSLY, "but / am very
sure that he said che sixteenth round"
She saw surprise and anger leap
into GIendon's face and the anger
and accusation in the glance he cast at
his manager, and she knew the blow
had driven home.
And there was reason for his anger.
He knew he had talked it over with
Stubener, and they had reached deci-
sion to give the audience a good run
for it's money without unnecessarily
prolonging the fight and to end it in
the sixteenth.
And here was a woman from a
newspaper Office naming the very
round.
Stubener, in the doorway. looked
limp and pale, and it was evident he
was holding himself together by an
effort
"Ill see you later" Pat told him.
Shut the door behind you"
The door closed and the two were
left alone Glendon did not speak.
The expression on his face was
frankly one of trouble and per-
plexity.
"Well?' she asked.
He got up and lowered above her,
then sat down again. moistening his
lips with his tongue.
"Pll tell you one thing" he finally
said. THE fight won't end in the six
teenth round"
She did not speak, but her uncon-
vinced and quizzical smile hurt him.
"You wait and see, Miss Sangster.
and you'll see that editor man is mis-
taken
You mean the program is to be
changed?' she queried audaciously.
He quivered to the cut of her words.
II am not accustomed to lying" he
said stiffiy, "even to women"
Neither have you to me, nor have
you denied the program is to be
changed. Perhaps, Mr. Glendon, am
stupid, but | fail to see the difference
in what number the final round Oc-
ours so long as it is predetermined
and known"
''T'll tell you that round, and not
another soul shall know"
She shrugged her shoulders and
smiled
1T sounds to me very much like
racing tip. They are always given
that way, you know. Furthermore,
am not quite stupid, and / know there
is something wrong here.
"Why were you made angry by my
naming the round? Why were you
angry with your manager? Why did
you send him from the rOomW
For reply Glendon walked over to
the window as if to look out, where
he changed his mind and partly turn
ed, and she knew without seeing that
he was studying her face. He came
back and sat down.
you've said | haven't lied to you,
Miss Sangster. and you were right.
haven't
He paused, cropping painfully for
correct statement of the situation.
Nov. do you think you can believe
what | am going to tell you? VIII
you take the word of prizefghter?"
She nodded gravely. looking him
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