Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1917-04-20

him through his PAGES.
THE invineible lower clip" he stated
to his student. That's IT. Now them
you've got it TO a L. Knock your ad-
versary out every time. One thing
though, he may have a system of his
own. 1t may be the UPPER cut. If so,
use these tactics as guard"
And the next day he devoted his
time toward teaching Clayton how to
combat the upper cut.
The professor sat down and held
his sides to subdue the commissions of
laughter after his acolyte had left,
supremacy happy that he had acquired
proficiency in the secrets of fistic sci
ence.
1t was not difficult for Clayton to
run across Bliss the following day.
And Bliss was waiting for the encoun-
ter. 1t was at public tennis field,
and their respective friends were with
them.
Bliss calmly awaited Clayton as he
saw him approaching.
IF you've got the grit" he observed
Indignantly, you'll meet me, man to
man!''
"Agreed-but what for?" PROFOUND
ed Clayton.
'To the victor belong the spoils !" de
clared Clayton.
Miss Hardwood is no spoils"
mo. she's treaspre-and I'm go
ing to win her.
"Mistdke-shes mine!'
Throwing off their coats, the belted
knights 'were supported by their sec
onds as a ring was drawn.
Hello, there-science applauded
the hacker of Clayton, as the latter
made a superb sweep with his va
liant right-a superb delineation of the
recently acquired upper cut.
"Good for you" voiced the support
err of Bliss. as his champion essayed
mighty drive in pursuance of Wig
orous delivery of that Incompatible
under clip.
Clayton muffed.
SO did Bliss.
Both had 'muffed," for, the instant
the arrayed cOmbatants attempted
their respective strong points of play
the anticipated delivery of the blow
changed Hghtninglike to defense en-
tire. The guard the specious professor
had taught them was the sole recourse
they could fall back on.
Clayton's second began to smile
queerly. The hacker of Bliss burst
forth into a loud guffaw. The combat
ants receded to rest, then at it again.
Something wrong" observed Bliss
in his CHEEKY way.
"Humph :" muttered the disgruntled
Clayton, she acts as if he were play
ing with me-"
Suppose we quit this child's nom
sense?" suggested Bliss.
mo, sir! Battle to death!'' roared
the excited Clayton.
"Why, Mr.. Clayton!" one voice,
marveling.
"Why, Mr. Bliss !" another voice, just
as sweet and as expressive.
The two combatants dropped their
hands. An automobile had driven up
noiselessly, and, until now, unob-
served by the fstic party.
"My dear Miss Hazelwoodn' spoke
Clayton, edging nimbly as jumping
lack toward the front seat where sat
the peerless blonde.
my dear Miss Hazelwood!" ex-
claimed Bliss, approaching the rear
seat. where sat brunette of
startling loneliness.
Then light began to dawn on the
rivals.
"You naughty boy you have been
fightingi'' pronounced the blonde Miss
Hardwood severely.
"Our daily exercise" declared Bliss,
and then Clayton Introduced his Miss
Hazelwood to- Bliss, and the latter
went through the same ceremony with
his brunette charm+r. And then the
truth came out: There were two Miss
Hazelwoods, cousins, and the foolish
rivals had not realized until now, that
in their haste they had battled over
two young ladies in two different
towns, who had, however, been COM
panions on a mutual vacation trip.
On invitation the young men got
into the automobile. Bliss, in the
rear seat, was holding the hand OF his
enamorata, when across it stole that of
Clayton from the front seat.
II don't deserve it, Bliss" its own
er said contritely, "but try TO treat me
humanely after my stupid mis-
take"
alike a brother" promised Bliss
heartily, and gave the c0ntiding hand
under his own an added pressure.