Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1930-04-24

1t was worse even than his dreams
il. If he should live to be a hun
dred he will forget the horror
the moment when they closed in up
on HIM.
.Shoot you for dat fifty cents"
growled the lanky boy.
Magically a circle formed. Some
BOYS knelt in it and dice danced on
the cinders.
DE dinge shoots for four eyes"
Beat dat!' he added as his own
dice fell. Evidently the "dinge"
couldn't. So the lanky boy held out
his grimy paw toward Bobbo. Come
across. kiddo, I Won"
Il wasn't playing" faltered Bobbo.
The whole mob rOared.
sure you was" the lanky boy told
him. Come across wild the fifty"
Bobbo didn't.
After all he had had boxing lessons
In that school to which Daddy Hearn
had taken him and he had read a
great many stories In which the small
er man with skill always from the
bulky who wasn't trained. So he went
~valiantly into the fray.
Around him danced the lanky boy,
whooping and snarling as he swatted
at him. 1t wasn't two minutes before
Bobbo was down On the cinderS, gasp
ing and NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS.
behind those orange glasses, but hang
ing on to that fifty cents and fighting
to the last gasp. The glasses cracked
into bits in the cinders, a long cash
in his left cheek was binding him
with blood. In the melee he had
tucked the fifty cents into his shoe
and he fought on and on, kicking and
punching and banging until the lanky
BOYS steely wrists held him imprisoned.
Cit it for me, dinge," the lank one
commanded. II tink he has it in his
filthy MOUTH
This was the browning humiliation,
the minute that the boy tried to force
his clamped jaws open.
Suddenly above the tumult and
shouting came a woman's scream.
stop them! Stop them! The cad
dies are killing Camilla Benefits little
boy
Down from the club house terrace
they came, the men in quick leaps
the bright cOlOrS of the wOmen'S frOcks
fluttering after them.
Bobbo, at the bottom of the heap
dazed and blinking, saw the blur that
was Camilla'S blue damaSk.
She might not have been old enough
to be his mother when he arrived in
this world, but she was old enough nov
to be a Spartan mother who would moi
disgrace him in the hour Of his defeat
Chm up, eyes blazing, she stood an6
made no move toward him. No SOunC
came from her set lips. She made nc
move to touch him when ROnny pulled
him out.
Battered and bruised and bleeding
his weak eyes almost SQuinted shut
one bare shoulder jerked through 6
torn sleeve, he stood and looked a.
his Camilla.
Whillikens, but she was wonderful
Standing there all shining and colder
in the sunset with her blue eyes wide
with something Bobbo had never seer
in them before!
He limped over to her, he stoopet
and pulled the fifty cents out of hi
shoe, still kneeling, s. he held it VI
to her together with the grimy, crum'
pied caddy slip.
Here" he stammered, you keel
tits for NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS.
better get back there to help Ted!"
For back by the caddy house doc
the wal was still raging! Ted wa
cutting them all right and left! Tn
lanky boy and the pimply caddy mas
ter and anybody else who happenet
within reach!
The chairman of the greens com
mittee finally stopped the fray.
"Sure, I know it's an outraged" h
roared, but what can we do? That
the fifth caddy master we've had thi
season! Nobody can handle thos
young hyenas! The trouble is W
don't pay enough! What kind of cadd
master do you expect for seventy-iv
a month";"
Everybody was talking at once, tn
caddies, the players and a cor O
hysterical women. But high above Their
all rose Ted's firm baritone.
"You can get me! I'll take on tina
job! And clean out that hell hole
tool"
Camilla's hand came down on Bob
bo'S bare, bruised shoulder. Sh
gripped it hard.
Come away, my DEAR" Rom
begged n%ervously. I'VE better get tina
child to a doctor, he's badly bunge
%
Camilla was staring at Ronny. Wit
her hand still c%lutching that achin
shoulder, suddenly she began to laugh
Gee, you couldn't hardly tell whethe
she was laughing or crying! Every
body else was over by the caddy hous.
SO the three were alone.
Sorry" Camillas words tipped Of
lightly, but you lose, Ronny. L
rather be Camilla, the caddy master
bride!" And then she turned her bac
on Ronny and went down on her KNEE
before her son. Her blue eyes locke
straight into his blinking, smartin
gray ones. You're some baby!" sh
whispered TREMENDOUSLY.
There was something he'd neve