The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1933-11-16

and drove him across the ring with
a series Of rights and lefts. Camera
sagged against the ropes, partly
down. AS part of his body had gone
through one of the lower ropes,
Steve and Dempsey helped him back
into the ring and he quickly fell
into a clinch as the bell rang.
A mighty yell went up from the
audience as Dempsey walked over
to the judges and consulted with
them. Camera sagged into his
chair in the corner, nearly all in.
The Professor grasped Steve in his
arms, but his gaze followed Demp-
sey over TO the judges.
Belle was crying from strain and
suspense on Willie Ryan's shoulder.
About the auditorium people stood
and sat in peculiar, contorted posi-
tons, and a silence that was death
like after the hellish clanor fell
upon the spectators as they awaited
the judges decision. They were di-
sheveled, perspiring, mouths agape,
eyes staring.
After a minute Jack Dempsey re-
turned to the center Of the ring
and waved both hands in the air,
indicating that the judges had de-
clared the bout draw.
And then the crowd set up rush
for the ring and would have IN
vaded it, overrunning the fighters
and their handlers, had not scores
of police been stationed at points OF
vantage ready to cope with them.
Steve and the Professor Rugged
each other. With the arrival of the
police, the Professor got them to
help him get steve out Of the ring
and back to his dressing room.
DELE and Willie Ryan were
II caught in the jostling, swirling
throng, trsmping up the aisle to
the exit. She chung tightly to his
arm not to get separated. He
grinned down at her.
How do you feel, BELIEF"
"I feel fine, Willie"
His face was set and dour.
Il never thought IL could hap
pen" he said between his teeth.
Belle shot glance at him and
her voice strained when she spoke
again.
Lots Of things happen to us we
don't expect, Willie I I
suppose Morgan deserves it." Her
eyes were pleading.
Sure" said Willie, looking down
with an enigmatic smile, everybody
deserves what they get"
The sole topic of conversation
among the guests as Belle and Will
lie entered the Cabaret Ell Ryanno
was the fight and Stoves great
comeback in the last three rounds!
Belle went straight through to her
dressing room to don the costume
for her number.
While Belle, alone in her dressing
room, was finishing her toilet and
listening to the strains Of orchestra
music that came floating back to
her from the cabaret, she stopped
powdering her nose, covered her
face with her hands and stif1ed a
sob that arose in her throat
The door opened and Willie Ryan
stepped in. She saw his reflection
in the mirror and began dabbing
her face while she regained control
Of herself.
Still feeling fine?" asked Willie,
gently.
Sure. I kind of lost my head at
the fight, didn't II"
You don't have to sing tonight"
but the show must go on, Will
lie" she kidded.
Il don't mean that. I mean
you're canned"
She turned quickly and stared up
at him. He smiled and went out
through the open door, returning a
moment later with Steve Morgan.
Stoves face was solemn, but his
eyes were full of love. Bellies hand
flew to her throat at sight of Stoves
puffy eyes and bruised cheek.
Here's your good-by present,
said Willie. Its slightly used, but
1 guess you won't want any re-
bates" He turned to Steve. you
look little tired. Better go into
clinch and hang on"
Willie left them, closing the door.
Belle and Steve stared at each
other, then he walked over, knelt
down and laid his face in her lap,
like little boy. tears of remorse
and shame in his eyes.
DO you love me?" asked Belle,
tenderly.
Honey, I love you so much I'll
give it all up. I'm tired of being
big shot. I just want you"
you can't give it up until you
are the big shot-until there's no.
body bigger. Your jeS still isn't
finished "