Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1920-09-08

not leave the furrow unturned. No
for the sake Of his own North End
prestige. even without any ulterior
thought of Meiny's dreaded anger, he
could not now retire from the field
He had come thither to wallop the
knob off this guy, and wallop 1t he
] would, willy-nilly. So. tanning up
the anger that somehow would not
burn without forced draft. he ex-
claimed:
I'm Mugs Rafferty,, see?"
Happy to know you, Mugs,
smiled Bradford coming forward
welcome to our midst"
"None o. dat lip stuff, youse!"
rumbled Muggs. II never took
none, an I amt beginnin' now. I'm
de bloke what put Butch Murphy to
de mat, an"
That's a very creditable perform
ance, I'm sure" interrupted Brad
ford, N"but have no time, now, to
discuss athletic records. II you'll sit
down, read a paper or magazine, and
wait till I've attended to my pa
tent"
!
vancins with the battle CLEAN In his
ewes. "Yuh shook down n friend o
mine, here. tonight-friskedN him.
see?-fanned him Of some valuable
papers. Then yuh turn him out on
his bean. An you're keepin' another
one slowed away here, somevheres'
Dat don't igo wit me! You got
somethin' comm to you. yuh fresh
stiff. an I'm de kiddo to deliver de
package. get me? VIII yl,h take 1t
| standin' ND or layin' down.!
Bradford checked the menacing
calculations of his men, and even
| stilled the vociferations of the Grip
pied newsie.
"Silence. here!" he cried. raising
| his hand and coming down the room
toward Muggs. This gentleman
evidently thinks he's got a grievance,
and he's here to settle it," Bradford
had gone rather pale, but his lips
| were firm and his eyes steady. "Fair
play and no rough toss is our motto
| boys IL can't handle this. myself,
call the undertaker--nobody must
butt in. Now, Mugs, explain more
| fully"
| The slugger's answer was remark
| rejecting most unfavorably on Brad
| ford's genealogy. Crouching into his
| fighting posture, he advanced. Still
Bradford.s smile did not depart; but
| 1t grew hard and dangerous. HIS
! eyes. too, glinted with a certain
steely light His fists knotted,s as he
measured the distance: and his feet.
as formerly In the college gymna-
| stun, shuffled slightly on the floor,
assuring their position.
Suddenly Mugs rushed, bull-like,
and smote. The blow would have
annihilated Bradford, had II carried
home; but 1t did not carry. Brad
| ford was not there. A side step
/ cleared the attack. The watchers saw
his right fist flash and the left leap
upward. They heard two sounds
! like those produced by mallet hit
ting quarter OF beef.
/ Roaring, Mugs staggered and
plunged down. The ex-champeen
rolled In the sawdust and lay quiv-
ering.
4
/ kneeling beside the fallen one. Wa
ter! Towels!"
Some jostled away to, get thep
| Others crowded close, M
Get back. you!" vinton exclaimed
| "Air!"
A Gathering OF crutches on the
floor and shrill laughter announced
the utilization OF the cripple.
Can that, joel" commanded Brad
/ ford Hes down and out. Be 9
4 good sport-don't rub it in!''
i Joe subsidized to inward raptu"es
as a basin of water and two towel:
were handed in. Deity Bradford
washed the blood from the rough.
torn mouth and chin, holding The
ugly head upon his knee.
/ Presently Mugs opened blani
eye.
"Gee" he croaked. "Gee!"
| you'll do, now, old man. Brad
ford assured him. Want n drink
Drink? Whatcha got?"
i ''Water-that fo- you, from nov
on"
Mugs stared. uncomprehendingly
The sailor looking fellow proffered {
glass of water. With Bradford
help, the ex-champ guzzled 1t down
Then he sat up and blinked abou
him, still half -dazed. He raised hi!
right hand, poked an inquiring fingel
!. into his mouth and spat snag of {
tooth out upon the floor.
/ "Gee." he repeated once more. this
time with profound admiration
"some sidestep! Dat was sure some
Brodie i took, mister. Yuh coppet
me bird"
Sure you don't want any encore?'
| Bradford inquired, still smiling
i "Nuttin' dom! Me for de out
side!"
] Mugs, releasing himself from
Bradfords administrations got slow
lily and painfully to his feet liz
i stood there a moment, unsteadlly
/ Then something like grin spread
slowly over his harsh countenance
and he put out his hand.
SAY" he remarked, >"I called yuf
somethin' pretty raw, JUS now. TIM
yuh can forget it? I was in wrong
/ an I wanta make good. Slip us vel
nitt, will yuh?'
Bradford's hand clasped his.
That's all over, now, and forgot
ten," he answered, smiling.
Mean dat. on de level?'
"Surest thing you know, Mugs!
Gee! Some guy! Well, guess
TIL blow, now. S'long!"
Hold on-wait. minute." Brad
/ ford detained him, while the on
lockers stared in amaze.
"Huh?"
care you open to a proposition"
"a which," And Mugs blinkec
with wonderment, rubbing his
bruised chin.
can offer It's this way you see