Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1915-12-31
JACK AND
THE ENEMY
The Victory Was With
Jack
By CLARISSA MACKIE

Jack Trainor, though small man,
was more anxious to be considered an
athlete tllan anything else. In his high
school days he was captain of the base
ball nine and snapperback of the foot
ball team. That isn't saying much
when you consider man professional
ly, but it is enough to excite his pride
and cause him to spend lot Of time
swinging Indian clubs and in other eX-
ercises to develop muscle.
Jack did not go to college, which
saved him Il great disappointment, for
his size and muscle would not have
gained him admission to any of the
university teams. and that would have
broken his heart. Instead of that he
went into business. This did not keep
him from punching a bag he kept in
his room. and he took boxing lessons.
In the course of events he did what
most young men do-he fell in love.
Jack was chief clerk In Amos Hill
tons Office AMOS Hilton was the Zen
envy" because he was II millionaire
and also because he waa the father of
the girl Jack loved.
In his waking dreams Jack saw him
self manfully approaching Amos Hill
ton, throwing out his chest and asking
for the hand OF fair Ciccly Hilton.
The sharp tang" of Mr. Hilton's
bell usually awoke Jack to the cold
reality that the enemy was waiting for
some important papers.
As for Cicely Hilton herself, she had
met Jack Trainor at his aunt's house,
and she was ready TO throw up every
thing and even fly in the face Of her
parents objections and marry the man
of her choice.
Jack knew this and only adored Cice
ly the more for her loyal love. Still,
he wanted to make home for her that
would be something like her fathers
palace.
And a man cannot accomplish much
in building palaces on $1,000 year.
Lord! How pitifully small the
amount was! Why, Cicely probably
had that much for pin money.
He groaned in spirit.
Just then tang went the enemy's
bell.
eyes, SIR" said Jack, appearing at
the door Of the inner shrine
"Come in and close the door, Train
or"
Amos Hilton tipped back in his re-
volving chair and surveyed Jack
through narrowed eyes and blue haze
of tobacco smoke.
II want you to undertake personal
matter for me-" went on the million
aire Look down at the opposite side
walk. Do you see dark, sinister look
ing chap leaning against a lamppost
gazing up at my windowsT
Jack looked.
The man on the sidewalk was q
hulking figure. He was foppishly
dressed and quite foreign looking. His
head was tilted back as he gazed at the
fourth story windows.
81 see him." said Jack.
HE is Count Ignace Mercuto. He
wants to marry my daughter" Mr..
Hilton gazed thoughtfully into space,
while Jacks heart raced between his
throat and It's accustomed anchorage
At least. 1t felt that way.
At moment when his heart had left
his throat for Its other terminal Jack
managed TO speak.
"SirY he asked, and he surprised
himself by the deep growl of his voice.
"Slr?"
yep. he wants to marry my girl,
Cicely. But | say Nor He posters
me with his pleading and he threatens
to commit suicide on the steps of my
home If | won't consent" He blew a
cloud of smoke into the air.
Eyes. sir" interpolated Jack.
81 want you to take him away and
get rid Of him. XIII him If necessary"
Mr.. Hilton yawned and shot look at
his astounded clerk.
"Afrald:" he sneered, measuring
Jacks stOcky form with cold eye.
Jacks hands clinched.
Hardly, sir" he said with a grim
look about his mouth. "Shall | go
out and do 1t now or wait until he
comes up heref''
Mr.. Hilton appeared to ponder the
question
Better wait until he comes up here.
Then you can throw him downstairs.
But perhaps you'd rather not do the
Job. Tralnor. | suppose | might get
Flnnegan. the porter He's quite
husky. ana the count Is STABLE"
Jack. threw out his chest.
"Pll do II. Mr.. Hilton" he promised.
Good. It's n sort Of personal Job,
you understand. His attentions are
annoying clcely."
"He won't bother her again." said
Jack soberly as he went out.
When Amos Hilton was alone he
went to the window and raised the
shade.
Then he returned to his seat and
shook with silent laughter.
Perhaps he had penetrated Jacks
secret love for Clcely and was match.
ing his size and weight against this
giant Of a count Cicely's other lover.
Who knows?
Who knows the mind OF man like
Amos Hilton anyway?
Jack Trainor had barely regalned his
own desk when the office boy brought
him a card emblazOned with coat OF
arms. wants to see the boss"
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