Ottumwa semi-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1916-1918, 1917-11-02
CHAPTER I.
The Great Unreeoanized.

UD IN Ll0 IluS, Lue lOuS-loSeu pei
son who had been announced as XII
Horrigan was having things much hi
own way with the smaller persol
billed as the Bronx Tornado.
It was the wont of Kid Horrigan t
step forward lightly, to rap the To1
nado smartly on the bridge of tn
nose and thereafter to step bac
as lightly and wait until the few will
blows had famed the air and the Tol
lnado had returned to his meaningless
and somewhat bewildered crouch.
Thereupon, in almost preoccupie'
fashion, the Kid stepped forwar'
once more--and when he had done
again and again the performance be
gan to grow monotonous and down il
Box B at the ringside, Johnson Bolle
yawned aloud.
The yawn finished, he leaned owe
YEARLY and addressed Anthony Fry.
III that little wheeze had the pep o
a dead mosquito" said Johnson Bollc
disgustedly, ''he'd take that big stif
when his hand are up like that ant
slip him an uppercut that woul'
freeze him solid!"
xAASAOAy AASOAAS~SNs@A A~>~~>A~S ~
relaxed IN faint smile.
Hes had several chances, hasn
he?" he unused.
Several? He's had fifty! He get
three q minute and-well look a
that"
eyes. he missed another opportun
ity then. didn't he?" said Anthony
'Curious!"
johnson Boilers cigar rolled to tn
other side of his mouth and III
hunched down farther in his chair.
and nine more rounds Of it to go!'
he sighed. *,
Anthony Fry merely smiled mors
pensively and nodded, removing biz
nose-slasses and tapping his teeth re
flectively-and, among other things
causing the red-faced partially alec
holized trio behind them in Box B t.
wonder what he was doing at prize
fight anyway. u,
AS externals go, there was some
ground for the wonder. Anthony Fry
at forty-five was very tall. very lean
ir his aristocratic way, and very
very dignifed, from the crown Of h,s
high-held head to the tips OF his toes
I'M dress he was utterly beyond crit
cism; in feature he was thin, austere
and impressive. At first glance one
might have fancied him world-fam
GUS surgeon or the inscrutable head
of the Steel Trust, but the fact OF the
matter was that Anthony, these AT
teen years gone, had inherited Frys
Imperial Liniment, with all that thai
implied.
It implied a good deal in the way
of income, yet even among his friends
Anthony did not care to have the
liniment phase of his quietly elegant
existence dwelt upon too insistently
Not that he regarded the business
run by a perfect manager and rarely
yisited-as secret shame exactly
but unquestionably Anthony would
have preferred that his late father
and his two dead uncles, when start
ing their original pursuit Of wealth,
had corralled the worlds diamond
supply or purchased Manhattan Is.
land at bargain.
Just now, perhaps, Anthony's more
striking features were emphasized by
the nearness of Johnson Boiler, ono
Of his few really intimate friends.
johnson Boilers age was Just about
the same, but there the similarity be-
tween them stopped short.
johnson Boiler was plump, one
might almost say coarse. Where An
thony walked with slow dignity. John.
son staggered. Where Anthony spoke
in a measured undertone and smiled
frigidly. johnson thumped out the
words. and laughed with bark. About
most things except food he was in
clined to be gloomy and pessimistic,
and this evening the gloom within
was even thicker than usual, because
johnson Boilers wife had left him.
She was new wife and his first-a
beautiful and spirited wife, all of If
teen years younger than Johnson
Boiler. She was in love with him and
be with her, tremendously-and now
she was gone. After only six months
Of unalloyed happiness In the five
apartment on River
side Drive, Mrs. Johnson Boiler had
left for her annual visit Of one month
to the sister whose accursed husband
owned great chunks of Montreal, Que
bec and insisted on living on one of
them.
One vast hour johnson Boiler had
rcamed the vacuum that had been
their ideal home; then he had packed