Arizona republican., 1921-03-09
CHAPTER xv

CHAP EEK Nv
 Nanny Hatton was one of them birds so blithe and gay who love to put red pepper in your ice cream. He would rather frame a merry jest on some poor bimbo than make a running stop back of second base. Simp Simpson had long played the unturning worm for Nanny. So it wasn't to be figured Comrade Hatton would let this affair with Ruby St. Revere drag to the bit ter end without putting a finger in the oatmeal
 Sure enough. along with Buck Horn and a couple more of the boys, he breezed in on me the evening following the game with the boomers and gave me large wink. l was just teliins Freddy Hopper and the bathing beauty press hound what bright futures they had behind them as publicity mongers.
 If you want to get in on something good, come with us," gargles the guy with the perfect joking average. rye got Simp and Lefty at it again. and Ruby has come in on the gag. You know what musical phenoms those oul- lets figure thenselves?'
 I did. North was under mistaken impression that he is able to extrac. had lately been taking lessons on Curly Blooms ukulele.
 well" grins Nanny. "The plot is this: Ruby is going to be lolling in that summer house west of the hotel about o'clock. I've told Simp she is passionately fond of music, and that Down the Trail to Home Sweet Home is her favorite aria. I've told Edgar that she prefers Let the Rest of the World Go By Each is to be there at 8 o'clock When they bump into each other it's going to be funny. So is the music, and leave 1t to Ruby to kid 'em along. We can all hide nearby and have picnic"
 We parked ourselves in the shrub bery near the summer house few minutes before S.. and waited for the troubadours to appear. The St. Revere dame was all set and looking pretty.
 Edgar Adam North happened along first and blew a few blasts on his saxophone Just as he was warming up, Simpson toddled in, freighting the death dealing uke.
 What in blazes do you want?' growls the southpaw.
 What do you want yourself?" Simp comes back
 Ruby St. Revere came to life
 "Oh. boys! Do you play?" she gurg les. q just love music. Play some thing nice for me-
 Slipping each other glances that would have killed at almost any num- | Der of paces, the rivals tuned up Neither was in championship form, te Judge by the sounds they wished or ithe unoffending evening breeze. Final I ly they let go. Each was on a differ ent selection, and the harmony was terrible. Edgar paused and glared al Simp, who glared back briskly.
 Do you know what you are play ing?" the left-hander asks. | "rm playing the song Miss St. Re were likes best-her favorite," re spends our kewpie outfielder.
 "Favorite nothingl Her favorlt' lis"
 ssWeu. who is her favorite?" come. a hoarse bark. A husky monster witt face only the hardest of mothers could love, ambled into view. rolling up his sleeves.
 "Thats Bull Goliath, the strong maI of the Bennett comedies" murmurs th' bathing beauty press-agent. "Ruby | his wife, but he's supposed to be II San Francisco. He's terror, too, ane jealous. Those guys better beat l down the trail to home, sweet home right now. He'll beat em up, surei"
 MT. Goliath was preparing for ac tim. He was a mean brute, too, ant Edgar and Simp were scared st1ff. IL advanced on them, while Rubys 1ac' grew more blond than her lovely locks
 ePll mash you birds into pulp, snarls Bull Goliath.
 '"This is carrying the joke too far IT state. Let's all"
 Keep out of itl" finishes the press lagent. 'sHe can lick a. dozen when h starts. Don't infuriate him.!
 "Pll handle that galooti" It wa Buck Horn talking. Lucky I'm ike to pur one myself. and I ain't gonni llet that hombre bust the boys. It ain any joke now
 .I'll learn you to monkey around Iman's wife just because she is In tn Inovies!" thunders Ruby's husbano and he grabbed North by the neck. On Ifist was doubled like an old-fashione ham.
 Then entered Montana, in the perso of Buck Horn. Whooping wildly, wit a long -barreled six-shooter in eac hand. our first baseman loped 1T Where he'd been keeping those guns , don't know.
 'grake your hands off my brother
 you onery rattler." he yells in his bes
 Bill. Hart. T aim to puncture yo 5 pronto!"
 } Bull Goliath showed his teetf
 Dropping North, he started slowly to
 ward Buck.
 3 You're going to be plum dlscour aged, mister!" cries the Montanal
 I'm coming a-shooting!"
 In a jiffy that reckless rancher wa l waking up Sunshine Bend, and revol . yer bullets were digging up dust a l around Bull Goliath. A few shots wer
 sufficient for the strong man of til
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