Evening star., 1924-04-27

dyke Wellington. patroness OF the
Children's Hospital and sister-in-law
OF Mayor Sabin, who requested the
services of Police Oficer Hanrahan.
my dear lady assured the chief,
1.-The department welcomes the oppor-
tunity to be of assistance. Put me
down for a row at the ringside."
Jockey Williams arranged IN be-
half of the Children's Hospital. a
great auditorium. thick with smoke
and vibrant with excitement. Grac-
ing the main floor sat the rank and
file OF the city administration, back
ing Joe Hanrahan to n man. In the
galleries were the adherents OF the
champion. thousands, whose rsllying
cry was. Get the cop" Strung along
the back wall stood paid preservers
or the peace who had gone without
sleep In hope of seeing one Of their
brothers maintain the honor Of the
department.
Ten o'clock came. disposing OF the
preliminaries and elevatine the cur
tain on the main event There were
introductions and speeches and wild
cheers, and then a hush of expec-
fancy. Over in one corner was Mar
eel Legrand. the mighty athlete with
the hour-barrel chest. Facing him
sat Palice Officer Joe Hanraisn. almost
fifty pounds lighter, tight-lipped.
square jawed, and with a fame shin
ing his eyes. The referee waved
every one else out OF the ring. The
bell changed, a blanket OF darkness
descended on the audience, leaving
only the hooded arc lights to concen-
trate their brilliance on the white
canvas. The referee looked about
him and then. nodded briskly to the
timekeeper. The bell changed.
For t~o rounds the fighting cop
was held on the defensive. Like an
ant on hot rock, Joe Hanrahan
hoped around in a vain effort to
protect himself from the terrific as
sault OF his opponent. But Marcel
Legrand was too clever and fast He
feinted the pumneling policeman
wide open, smiled derisively and
crashed a straight left again and
again to Hanrahan's head until the
blood began to stream from open eye
brows, and groans OF dismay from
the main floor were lost in the hoarse
tumult of approval from the cham
pion's adherents.
you're doin' all right" encouraged
Spider Harrison during the minute of
rest THE big guy will blow up in
another round. He hasn't been train
ing. Just step around a little faster
and box him. Use your own left
hand like l been showing you. Don't
let him pin YOU in the corners
But the third round was only a
repetition of the others. Back to the
corener went Marcel Legrand to flop
on his stool. wave one hand at the
jubilant galleries, then grin at his
opponent with amused complacency
That ironical twist of Marcel Lee
grand's lips was far more serious
blunder than the one committed by
Jockey Williams. Through the warm
blood streaming into his eyes, Joe
Hanrahan beheld the grinning fea-
lures or his tor1nentor and great
madness seized him. Spider Harrison
W pPl1ON
through the din, but his advice fell
upon deaf care. Hanrahah's nostrilt
expanded, the pupils of his eyes grew
dark and small. and the cloak O,
civilization dropped from his bruised
flesh. Banished were the patient in
structfons of Jockey Williams. gone
was the chivalrons purpose which
had sent him into the ring, forgotten
was the sober sense of paternaIisn
that an officer of the law ACQUIRES
Nothing remained but a qaiverink Ar.
ure. shorn to the passion OF the prirn
itive cave man, and facing the mock.
ing giant who had come between him
and his girl
THE bell rang. Out from one cor.
ner flashed a hurricane. Theps
was crash in Mareei's corner and
the champion fell back against the
ropes. A tangle OF arms, faster than
the eye could follow. and Legrand
broke away. After him rushed a nat.
ural fighter, eyes blurred. body
bruised, but resistless as an ava.
lanche. A clinch. a rapid break.
away-and then two men STANDING
head to head and toe to toe-each
needless of everything but the ami.
| hilatien of the other.
A pile-dfiving 1eft that crashed
against the body, the upward whiri oi
q crimson glove that found its mark
and the unbelievable happened; the
champion tottefed as a giant tret
sways under the AK. Five Thousand
men stood on their chairs, and The
| roar Of "Joei Joe. Joe" broke
against the raftefs. Desperately The
giant tried to save himself with one
last savage swing. IT missed, and II
return there came the clean SMACK
| of wet leather against naked flesh
The champion reared back with hi.
gloves high, and, paving the air
| turned sidewise, ana then measured
his full length on the white canvas
| There, with the great auditorium q
madhouse, ana c6fly.headed jos Han.
rahan standing over him. dAsed ant
crimson, Marcel Iegrand took tn.
count--and uevss knew when 1t Wal
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