Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1928-11-22

at the old punching bag. 1t leaped away
from aim. Twice it hit him In the face.
MATHS muscles began to ache. His breath
came short. The sweat poured down him.
Now and then he rested on a bench,
breathing tentatively, still rather gloomy
as to his health.
Then he said roughly, There's nothin'
the matter with me. Nothin' in the word,
'cept that I got to give Army Jones'
no I mean Top Sergeant Crowder-what's
comm to him! They don't have to tell
me to get mad, this timel"
He returned to the punching bag and
mastered 1t and tortured 1t. That's Crow
der's facet That's his BELLY
Donovan, arms folded. was watching
him. Matt, pouring sweat, chest heav-
ing, mouth twisted, cheeks a dull red,
came over.
Bob, I'm goin' back into trainin'. And
1t amt Freddie Hines In after, or Dutch
Wilhelm what's-his-name. There's q bird
I want to meet in the professional ring.
A bird they never could delouse, cause
he's Just natural lousy, born that way.
A bird who amt got no right In the
ring, n I'm goin' to put him put of it,
Who's that?" Donovan asked.
Never mind. Just take me In hand
amt sayin' nothin' more-yet. But
I'm comm back. I'm young. I amt
been out too long. This here bird is a
heavy, Just my size. l can reach his
snout. I'll take orders from you, Bob.
Work me hard"
When he reached home, in time for
supper, he faced his mother squarley-
for the first time since his return from
! the army.
ma, I'm goin' into trainin'. to be a
profesh. Sure, in the ring, that's what
/ mean, And I amt goin' to do nothin
but train"
That's good ON the pocket book, amt
1t now?" Mrs. Kirby said w~itheringly.
But Matt was not to be withered.
Tn goin' to win some fat purses. You
been awful good to me, ma, and I amt
forgettin' it,"
Then find a jobl A scare you give me
that time, with tellin' me you're feelin
sickl l can see now how sick We are,
with your trainin' and ALL Worryin' the
soul out of me body You can train
nights, the way you used tor
"That1l TAXI too long. There's a par
ticular Teller, l got to dislocate his mar
in a hurry. His map has been troublin
my sleep for years. Say, them fried po-
taters smell goodl And that's liver, amt
it?"
She vas outraged, the way he attacked
the food. 1t did not stick in his outlet
at all. But she was glad, too. He was
looking more like his father than ever.
Coin out for a walk, ma" he an
nounced. when he was we'll stuffed with
potatoes M liver.
He was off, whistling.
In the morning he waited downstairs
for Daisy, in the bright May sunlight
But at all times he was preoccupied by
his intended meeting with Crowder. He
worked %furiously In the club. His mus
Giles swelled. The pouches rel from
under his eyes. The eyes frightened
became alert. The putty look left the
tightening cheeks.
One day Donovan said to him, Say
Matt. Charlie is leaving. Do you want
his job? You told me you feel you
ought to be taking a job. This is easy
and fifteen a week. And you'll be On
the ground all the time. TO train. You're
coming along fine"
Sure" said Matt. I'll take the Job,
TIN please my old lady. And I'll be
wantin' to save a few bits to buy a ring
after q while, for a certain party"
"CongratsI' Donovan shook his hand,
But not till 1 finish with that bird ]
got in mind. That's all I'm Twin for
now"
In a year he was matched with fight
ers of some standing. Bill Timothy. Joe
Hardness. others. Always plenty of them
to meet. He scored three ~knockouts. one