The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-03-28
By JACK LONDON
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nan0SOme race, LneI 5caaSCo IDS, the clear looking eyes, the fine forehead which the short crop of blond hair did not hide. the aura of physical well be ing and cleanness which he seemed to emanate-an this and more that she sensed drew her as she had never been drawn by any man, and yet through her mind kept running the nasty Fu- mors that she had heard only the day before at the Courier-Journal office. 'sYou were right she said. There Is something more important to talk about There is something in my mind want you to reconcile for me- Do you mindT'
 Pat shook his head.
 eff ann frank-abominably frank? I've heard the men, sometimes, talking of particular fights and of the betting odds, and, while I gave noSheed to 1t at the time, it seemed to me it was firmly agreed that there was q great deal of trickery and cheating connect ed with the sport Now. when I look at you, for instance. find it hard to understand how you can be party to such cheating. can understand your liking the sport for sport, as well e for the money it brings you, but can't understand"-
 There's nothing to understand" Stubener broke in. while Pats lips were Wreathed fn gentle, tolerant smila- tsIts all fairy tales, talis talk about fakine. about fixed fights and all that rot There's nothing to 1t, Miss Sangster, I assure you. And now let me tell you about how I discovered Mir. Glendon- It was letter I got from his father''-
 But Maud sangater refused to be sidetracked. and addressed herself to Pat
 fscuIax1yt It was some fight that took place several months ago-T forget the contestants. One of the editors of the Courier Journal told me he intended to make aA good wfnning.- He didn't hope; he said he intended- He said he was on the inside and was betting on the number of rounds He told me the fight would end in the nineteenth. This was the night before
 And the next day he trfumphantly called my attention to the fact that it had ended in that very round didn't think anything of it one way or the other. was not interested in prizefghting then. But am now At the time it seemed quite in accord with the vague conception had about
 
 tales. is it7'
 q know that fight. Glendon said. @It was Owen and Murgweather. And it did end in the nineteenth round, Sam, And she said she heard that round named the day before. How do you account for it, Sam 7''
 How do you account for man pick ing a lucky lottery ticketfs' the man ager evaded, while getting his wits to- gether to answer. That's the very point Men who study form and condi- ton and seconds and rules and such things often pick the number of rounds, just as men have been known to pick 5 hundred to one shots in the races. And don't forget one thing, for every man that wins there's another that loses, there's another that didn't pick right. Miss Sangsters assure you, on my honor, that fakfng and fixing in the fight game isis nonexistent.'s
 'What Is your opinion, MT. Glen dong she asked.
 'The same as mine." Stubener snatched the answer. "He knows what say is true, every word of 1t. straight fight in his life. Isn't that right, PatT'
 'Yes, it's right" Pat affirmed; and the peculiar thing to Maud Sangster was that she was convinced he spoke the truth
 She brushed her forehead with her hand, as if to rid herself of the bepuz- clement that clouded her brain.
 sTisten," she said. 'Last night the same editor told me that your forth coming fight was arranged to the very round in which it would end-'
 Stubener was verging on a panic, but Pats speech saved him from re plying.
 Then the editor nes," Pats voice boomed now for the first time.
 'He did not lie before, about that other fight" she challenged.
 What round did he say my fight with Nat Powers would end in 7''
 Before she could answer the man ager was Into the thick of it.
 "Oh, rats, Patr' he cried s'Shut up. It's only the regular run of ring .ru- mors. Let's get on with this inter view.''
 He was Ignored by Glenden, whose eyes, bent on hers, were no longer mildly blue, but harsh and imperative.
 She was sure now that she had stum- bled on something tremendous, some thing that would explain all that had baff1ed her.
 At the same time she thrilled to the mastery or ms VOlce ana gaze. Here was a male man who would take hold of life and shake out of it what he wanted
 sfWhat round did the editor say p GIendon reiterated his demand
 For the love of Mike, Pat, stop this foolishness," Stubener broke in
 ''I wish you would give me a chance to answer Maud Sangster said.
 sI guess I'm able to talk with Miss E-rGSter." Glendon added tsYou gel out Sam. Go off and take care of thz-- photographer"
 They looked at each other for . tense, silent moment, then the man ager moved slowly to the door, opened 1.-. sz