The Washington herald., 1922-06-12
CONTINUED trom Yesterdap

OONttNhco yTONs Ac9hGIeoNs
He was just lighting a luxurious
weed. his back to the door. when
Fat came painting In
-Lo, Doc! I'll grab OF those two
tickets now"
Kindred turned to the safe. while
Fat. who took no note that .he back
bent over the cigar lighter belonged
to Joseph Hancock. reached for
tiny pad of paper lying upon the
counter and scribbled an ]. o. U
for $40 thereupon.
whats thisy' demanded Doc,
frownIng at the scrap of paper on
the glass Of the showcase and with
drawing the hand in which he had
been extending a pair Of large and
Eaffy striped pasteboards. Il can't
take no /. o. Us for these tickets.
got to account with cash to-
morrow morning"
Well. 1 guess you can put up
the cash. You know I'm good.
You've taken my chits times enough
before" clustered Fat.
But the merchant screwed upf his
wizened countenance into a most
stubborn expression.
Money talks he remarked
testify. for Doc Kindred was an
other who did not like Fat.
Besides. right there stood a young
man woh had been inquiring for
tickets who had just dung down a
$40 bill in payment for a 20-cent
cigar and had peeled that bill from
a collection Of its fellows that he
extracted from his trousers pocket.
As he between cash and credit. Doc
Kindred was all for this picture
backed kind OF paper. And Joseph
Hancock was just now nothing slow.
He grasped the situation instantly.
Here" he said, and skinned two
tens from of his roll and tossed
them on the show case. 'T guess
that's premium enough. I'll give you
twenty dollars for the pair. not
some time. but now" There was
most exultant emphasis on the
now" Sad though his heart might
be. Joe was discovering that there
was something positively exhilarating
in testing the power Of money.
You're on, boyr' said Kindred,
thrusting the tickets into Joe's hand
with a suddenness that left the
transaction instantly complete.
Pat Franklin. before he saw his
face, recognized the voice Of the man
" no had once deluged him with soup
and who today. probably through
stupid accident-for he could not
credit Joe with so much intelligence
as to nave done the thing by design
had upset scme very, cherished
plans Of his Insulted by Kindred,
whom he dared not assault. he turned
to vent his rage on Joe Hancock,
letting fly without a moments hesi-
fancy that fist he had had in pickle
for him for more than six weeks now.
# was an unexpected blow. so far
as Joe was concerned: but the lad
blocked with his left and crossed
with his right, the right which was
as hard now a. II II held a brick
within it
Fat Franklin experienced at first
sensations Of rude shock. then leaned
against the counter and slid absently
and Imply into . sitting posture on
the floor, where presently he discov-
cred himself, with legs strangely
weak and three or four fellows with
cues in their unemployed hands try
ing to lift him by the arms.
hdPpChcNs
quired diZz.ly.
You stopped a fast one with your
chin, I should say" volunteered one
Of the first-aiders; but you started
the row. didn't your
Row. inquired Fat vaguely.
why. there wasn't any row. I just
knocked the tar out of a buttinski
soph," remembered Fat, haltingly
and painfully.
Got your facts on wrong. Fat"
"heered another OF the relief party.
The soph knocked the tar out OF
you. He has just departed-on our
advice to beat II before some con-
scIertious cop wanders in and
makes trouble out OF a little dif-
ference between gentlemen. You'd
better do the same"
"Departed-with my tickets@' de-
manded Fat Indignantly. recalling
more of the painful circumstances.