New Britain herald., 1926-12-13

Within a minute his eye .cl( ing from his nose.
 The "Kid" accepted the compli- ment graciously. Pm out doin' a little cross country" he explained, reaching for his "calling card,' and with the other hand rubbed his head ruefully.
 Just a little stick of advice be- fore I go," he added with a grin. Any time hereafter when yuh start to clean up on a champion box fighter be sure to take your little girl friends along. They're great that heaycd the cocoanut. She could play left field on the White Sox, anybody that throws strikes like that. That ain't no lie, brother. Shes got an arm like Joe Birming- | ham,"
 Jim Elwell, looked thoughtfully at the twin who had hea~ed the murderous croquet ball, thought so, too. Hope she didn't hurt you , much, Kid.'
 She darn near ruined me, that's all" Rusty gasped and the 'Kid' added, but I guess ] had it comin'. Well, I gotta be goin'. I'm sorry, ladies'"
 "S all right Jim Elwell told him. Mccarthy stuck out his hand. tIr,-o Nro1J co 1onp' Jim Elwell's misty gaze-made misty by the incapacitated eye - followed the prizefighters receding form for a full minute. Then he turned once more to the twins.
 Well, if that guy ain't the best ever"
 "Oh, Jim." cut in Rusty with a quick little sob in her throat, your eye is swelled shut and your shirts all blood. And so is your nose. C'minto the woodshed till we wash you up and put beefsteak poultice on your poor eyc"'
 Jim admitted there was merit in the suggestion.
 An your nice white pants they're all bloody, too an this is Saturday. supplemented Betty with a quick eye for the proprieties. You'd better hurry before some- body sees you.'
 Jim waited no longer on the order of his going but started at once. He glanced down at his once flossy togs when he had jumped back over the fence. They looked, as one of the twins suggested as if they had been waited through q Chicago packing house.
 Betty. he said, might help him out a bit. Look here, you go up to my room and sneak clean shirt, an- other collar an tie and my blue serge pants. An don't. for the love of Mike, let Prof or Mollie catch you. They'd kid me for the next six months if they found out about this I'll be gettin' washed up in Il meantime"
 So while Rusty and Jim went to the woodshed to wash away the fla cial evidence of the late sanguinary battle, Betty sneaked in the back door and up to Jim's room to obtain the wherewithal for concealing his unfortunate attempt to lick q box fighting champion. Rusty in reply to Jim's congratulations on her trusty right arm, hlushed and made for the kitchen. She came out some minutes later, just as her twin sis ter had arrived from upstairs. Her two hands grippcd the sides of whole porterhouse steak, cut thick.
 Well have you got your nose washed? 2" she inquired as Jim threw the towel he had been using into a nearby clothes basket and looked around. If you have, I'll just put this steak on your eye and bind 1t up"
 Her hero looked at the big slab of porterhouse and his mouth gave a twitch.
 "sufferin' Mike" he gasped. You don't think you're goin' to put that hunk O meat on my eye with all that bone in it, do you?' Betty Snlckefed ana Jlill ndSltUeh to assure Rusty that he thought her intentions were excellent. But she tossed her head, which sent her re- gently washed hair flying, and her mouth curled in disdain. There was the ax, she informed Jim, holding i toward q block in which the instru- ment of amputation was sunk. Jim l could take it and cut the bone out 1 if it didn't suit him. | Jim bowed, grinning. "You're q marvel, Rusty" He took the steak and with the ax carved it 10 suit his fancy. The girls looked on, fas- | cinated.
 "Mollie was keeping that steak for | tomorrow's breakrast," observed | Betty in a casual tone as she watched Jim's artistic surgical work.
 Jim looked at tho other twin, who | shrugged indifferently. "Oh, well, | Jim can put it back in the ice box l before he goes to bed. Who'll know i the difference a ftpr it's cooked |? Ii II