The herald-advance. (Milbank, S.D.) 1890-1922, 1915-01-15

~: .vsa0 ~sat a-eosr3ng and abeAe
. while upon this same gracious spot.
once dsas to Play tho younger.
0oeeed on Of the rustic benches,
his white TEAMS shoes resting against
the lower iron Of the railing. = Bava-
rlan dachel snoozing comfortably
across his knees. was q man Of hfty.
He was broad Of shoulder, deep Of
chest, and clean-shaven. He had laid
aside his Panama hat, and his hair
was clipped closely. and was pleas
antly and ~honorably sprinkled with
gray. His face was broad and tanned;
the nose was tilted, and the wide
mouth was both kindly and humorous.
One knew. from the tint OF his blue
when he spoke there would be a bit
Of brogue. He vas James Harrigan,
one time celebrated in the ring for his
gameness, his squareness, his endur-
ance; Battling Jimmie H~arrigan.
who, when he encountered his first
knockout. retired from the ring. He
had to his credit sixty-one battles, Of
which he had easily won forty. He
had been outpointed in Some and had
broken eve in others; but only once
had he been "railroaded into dream.
land" to use the p~arlance OF 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, din
cult as the task was, he did his best
to live up to It. 1t was hard not to
offer to shake hands when he was
presented to q princess or a duchess:
1t was hard to remember when to
change the studs In his shirt; and a
white cravat was the terror of his
nights. for his fingers. broad and
etubby and powerful. had not been
trained to the delicate task of tying
q b0wknot. BY . %judicious blow in
that spot where the ribs divaricate he
could right well tie his adversary into
. bowknot. but this string OF white
lawn was q most damnable thing.
Still. the puttering OF the two women.
their daily concern over his deport-
ment. was bringing him into conform
tty with social usages. One thing he
rebelled against openly, and with such
frmness that the women did not press
him too strongly for fear of a general
revolt. On no occasion. however i'm
pressive, would he wear a silk hat.
Christmas and birthdays Invariably
called forth the gift Of . silk Nat. 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
(save his OWN was available, came
forth respondent on feast days and
Sundays.
Leaning back In IN iron chair, with
his shoulders resting against the oak,
was the Barone, altogether q differ.
ent type. He was frowning over the
pages Of Bagot's Italian Lakes. and
he wasn't making much Roadway. He
was Italian to the core, for all that
he aped the English style and man.
ner. He could speak the tongue with
iiuency. but he stumbled and faltered
miserably yer the soundless type.
His clothes had the P~iccadilly cut,
and his mustache. erstwhile waxed
and militant. was cropped 1T the cor.
ners. thoroughly insuiar. He wal
thirty. and undeniably handsome.
Near the fountain, on the green,
was q third man. He was in the act
Of folding up an easel and q camp
stool.
From . window in the villa came Z
voice: only . Tilt Of Q melody, nc
w0rds,-half dozen bars from
Martha: but every delightful note
went deep into tho three masculine
hearts. Harrigan smiled and patted
the dog. The Italian scowled at the
vegetable garden directly below. The
artist scowled at the Italian.
"Frit1. Fritz: here, Fritz"
The dos struggled In Harrigan's
hands and tore himself loose. He
went Gathering owe the path toward
the villa and disappeared into the door
way. Nothing could keep him when
that voice called. He WAS - arden,
. lover Z any. and far more favored
.Oh. you funny little dog! You
merry little dachsl! Fritz. mustn't;
lot co." Silence.
The artist knew that she was cud
ding the puppy to her heart. and hia
own grew twisted. He stopped over
his materials again and tied the boz
to the easel and the stool. and shifted
them under his arm.
I'm ~ UP after dinner. Mr.. Harri
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