South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1921-04-01

proposition right from the ring of
the gong. II try further"
The time was nearly midnight as
the Kid walked down the West Side
av. Few stores were open, and such
as were practically hooted at the
idea OF a peach.
But in her moated flat the bride
confidently awaited her Persian
fruit. A champion welterweight not
find peach?-not stride tri-
umphantly over the seasons and the
zodiac and the almanac to fetch an
Amsden's June or a Georgia cling
to his owny-own?
The Kids eye caught sight OF a
window that was lighted and gor-
geous with natures most enhancing
colors- The light suddenly went out
The Kid sprinted and caught the
fruiterer locking his door
"Peaches?" said ne, with extreme
elaboration.
We'll. no. sir. Not for three or
four weeks yet. / haven't any idea
where you might find same. There
may be a few in town from under
the glass. but they'd be hard 10 To-
cate. Maybe at one OF the more ex-
pensive hotels-some place where
there's plenty of money TO waste.
I've got some very fine oranges.
though-from a shipload that came
in today"
The Kid fingered on the corner
for a moment, and then set out
briskly toward a pair of green lights
that thanked the steps of a build
| ing down a dark side street.
Captain around anywhere?" he
asked Of the desk sergeant of the
police station.
At that moment the captain came
briskly forward from the rear. He
was in plain clothes and had a busy
air.
Hello, Kid" he said to the pug
Hist. Thought you were bridal
touring?"
Got back yesterday. I'm a solid
citizen now. Think I'll take an in
terest in municipal doings. How
would 1t suit you to get into Denver
Dicks place tonight, Cap?"
| Past performances" said the
captain. twisting his moustache.
Denver was closed up two months
ago."
| Correct" said the Kid. "Rofferty
chased him out of the Forty-third.
He's running in your precinct now.
and his games bigger than ever.
I'm down on this gambling business.
I can put you against his game"
Before 10 minutes had sped the
their guide into the hallway of a
dark and virtuous looking build
ing in which many businesses were
conducted by day.
Third floor, rear" said the Kid,
softly. I'll lead the way"
Two axemen faced the door that
he pointed out TO them.
''It seems all quiet" said the cap
tain. doubtfully. Are you sure your
tip is straight?''
Cut away!" said the Kid. 'It's
on me II It amt"
The axes crashed through the as
light from within poured through
the smashed panels. The door fell,
and the raiders sprang into the room
with their guns handy.
Denver Dick had graced his
game with his own presence that
night. He led the <ush that was
intended to sweep away the smaller
body of raiders. But when he saw
the Kid his manner became per-
sonal. Being in the heavyweight
class he cast himself joyfully upon
his slighter enemy, and they rolled
down a flight of stairs in each
others arms. On the landing they
separated and arose. and then the
Kid was able to use some of his
professional tactics, which had been
useless to him while in the excited
clutch of a 200 pound sporting gen
tleman who was about to lose $780,
600 worth of paraphernalia.
After vanquishing his adversary
the Kid hurried upstairs and
through the gambling room into a
smaller apartment connecting by an
arched doorway.
Here was a long table set with
choicest chinaware and silver, and
lavishly furnished with food of that
expensive and spectacular sort OF
which the devotees of sport are
supposed to be fond. Here again
was TO be perceived the liberal and
florid taste of the gentleman with
the urban cognomenal prefix.
A No. 10 patent leather shoe pro-
truded few of its inches outside
the tablecloth along the floor. The