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Bellefonte, Pa., june 5, 1914.
The Abysmal Brute
[Continued from page 6. Col. 2.1
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, this,” she urged.
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~er in a strangely delicious way. Here |
t least was the primitive and the !
simple with a vengeance. Then. toe.
it seemed a dream. Such things did
not take place in modern newspaper
offices. Love could not be made in
such fashion; it only so occurred on
the stage and in novels.
He had arisen and was holding out
both hands to her.
“I don’t dare,” she said in a whis-
per, half to herself. “I don't dare.”
And thereat she was stung by the
quick contempt that flashed in his eyes
but that swiftly changed to open in-
credulity.
“You’d dare anything you wanted.”
he was saying. “I know that. It's not
a case of dare. but of want. Do you
want?”
She had arisen and was now sway-
ing as if in a dream. It flashed into
her mind to wonder if it were hypno-
tism.
She wanted to glance about her at
the familiar objects of the room in
order to identify herself with reality,
but she could not take her eyes from
his. Nor did she speak.
He had stepped beside her. His
hand was on her arm. and she leaned
toward him involuntarily.
It was all part of the dream. and it
was no longer hers to question any
thing. It was the great dare.
He was right. She could dare what
she wanted, and she did want. He
was helping her into her jacket. She
was thrusting the hat pins through
her hair.
And even as she realized it, she
found herself walking beside him
through the opened door.
The “Flight of the Duchess” and
“The Statue and the Bust” darted
through her mind. Then she remem-
bered “Waring.”
* ‘What’s become of Waring? ” she
murmured.
“ ‘Land travel or sea faring?” he
murmured back.
And to her this kindred sufficient
note was a vindication of her mad-
ness.
At the entrance of the building he
raised his hand to call a taxi, but" was
stopped by her touch on his arm.
“Where are we going?” she breathed.
“To the ferry. We've just time to
catch that Sacramento train.”
“But [| can’t go this way.” she pro-
tested *l—1 haven’t even a change
of handkerchiefs.”
He held up his hand again before
replying. ;
“You can shop in Sacramento. We'll
get married there and catch the night
overland north. [I'll arrange every-
thing by telegraph from the train.”
As the cab drew to the curb she
looked quickly about her at the famil
iar street and the familiar throng.
then, with almost a flurry of alarm,
into Glendon's face.
“l don’t know a thing about you.”
she said.
“We know everything about each
other,” was his answer.
She felt the support and urge of his
arms and lifted her foot to the step.
The next moment the door had
closed, he wus beside her and the cab
was heading down Market street.
He passed his arm around her, drew
her close and kissed her. When next
she glimpsed his face she was cer-
tain that it was dyed with a faint
blush.
.%]—DI’ve heard there was an art in
kissing,” he stammered. *1 don’t
¥now anything about it myself, but
I'll learn. You see. you're the firs: wo
man I ever kissed.”
CHAPTER X.
HERE a jagged peak of rock
thrust above the vast vir-
gin forest reclined a man
and a woman. Beneath
them, on the edge of the trees, were
tethered two horses. Behind each
saddle were a pair of small saddle-
bags. :
The trees were monotonously huge.
Towering hundreds of feet into the
air, they ran from eight to ten and
twelve feet in diameter. Many were
much larger.
All morning they had toiled up the
divide through this unbroken forest.
and this peak of rock had been the
first spot where they could get out of
the forest in order to see the forest.
Beneath them and away, far as
they could see, lay range upon range
of haze empurpled mountains. There
was no end to these ranges. They
rose one behind another to the dim,
distant sKyline, where they faded
away with a vague promise of unend-
ing extension beyond.
There were no clearings in the for-
est. North, south, east and west, un-
touched, unbroken, it covered the land
with its mighty growth.
They lay. feasting their eyes on the
sight, her hand clasped in one of his,
for this was their honeymoon, and
these were the redwoods of Mendo-
cino.
Across from Shasta they had come,
with horses and saddlebags, and
down through the wilds of the coust
counties, and they had no plan ex-
cept to continue until some other
plan entered their heads.
They were roughly dressed—she in
travel stained khaki, he in overalls
and woollen shirt. The latter was
open at the sunburned neck, and in
his hugeness he seemed a fit dweller
among the forest giants, while for
her, as a dweller with him, there
were no signs of aught else but hap-
piness.
“Well, Big Man,” she said, propping
herself up on an elbow to gaze at him,
“it is more wonderful than you prom-
ised." And we are going through it
together.” ge
“And there’s a lot of the rest of the
world we'll go through together,” he
answered, shifting his position so as
to get her hand in both of his.
“But not till we've finished with
*l seem never to
grow tired of the big woods—and of
you.”
He slid effortlessly into a sitting
posture and gathered her into his arms. |
she whispered.
“Oh, you lover!”
*And 1 had given up hope of finding
such a one.”
“And 1 never hoped at all. 1 must
just bave known all the time that I
was going to find you. Glad?"
Her answer was a soft pressure
where her hand rested on his neck,
and for long minutes they looked out
over the great woods and dreamed.
“You remember | told you how I
ran away from the red haired school-
teacher? That was the first time I
saw this country. | was on foot, but
forty or fifty miles a day was play for
me. | was a regular Indian.
“1 wasn’t thinking about you then.
Game was pretty scarce in the red-
woods. but there was plenty of fine
“jt is more wonderful than you prom-
ised.”
trout. That was when | camped on |
these rocks. | didn’t dream that souie
day I'd be back witlhr you—YOU!"
“And be a champion of the ring,
too,” she suggested.
“No; 1 didn’t think about that at
all. Dad had always told me 1 was go-
-ing to be. and | took it far granted.
You see. he was very wise. He was a
great man.”
“But he didn’t see you leaviay the
ring.”
“l don’t know. He was so careful!
in hiding iis crookedness from me that
1 think he feared it. I've told you
about the contract with Stubener. Dad
put in that clause about crookedness.
The first crooked thing my manager
did was to break the contract.”
“And yet you are going to fight this
Tom Cannam. [sit worth while?”
He looked at her quickly.
“Don’t yon want me to?”
“Dear lover, | want you to do what-
ever you want.”
So she said and to herself. her
words still ringing in her ears, she
marveled that she, not least among the
stubbornly independent of the breed
of Sangster should utter them.
Yet she knew they were true, and
she was glad.
“It will be fun.” he said.
i *Byt I don’t understand all the glee
ful details.”
“lI haven’t worked them out yet.
You might help me. In the first place
I'm going to double cross Stubener and
the betting syndicate. It will be part
of" the‘joke. I am going to put Can-
nam out in the first round. For the
first time*I shall be really angry when
I fight. Poor Tom Cannam. who’s as
crooked as the rest, will be the chief
sacrifice.
“You see, 1 intend to make a speech
in the ring. It's unusual, but it will
be a success, for I am going to tell
the audience all the inside workings of
the game. It's a good game, too, but
they're running it on business princi-
ples, and that's what spoils it. But
there, I'm giving the speech to you in-
stead of at the ring.”
“] wish J could be there to hear,”
she said.
He looked at her and debated.
“1’d like to have you. But it’s sure
to be a rough time. There is no tell-
ing what may happen when I start my
program. But I'll come straight to
you as soon as it’s over. And it will
be the last appearance of young Glen-
don in the ring—in any ring.”
“But, dear, you've never made a
speech in your life,” she objected.
“You might fail.”
He shook his head positively.
“I'm Irish.” he announced, ‘“and
what Irishman was there who couldn’t
speak?” Z
He paused to laugh merrily.
“Stubener thinks I'm crazy. Says a
man can’t train on matrimony. A lot
he knows about matrimony, or me, ov
you, or anything except. real estate
and fixed fights. But I'll show him
that night, and poor Tom too, I really
feel sorry for Tom.”
“My dear abysmal brute is going to
behave most abysmally and brutally, I
fear,” she murmured. ¢
He laughed.
“I'm going to make a noble attempt
at it. Positively my last appearance,
you know. And then it will be you,
YOU. But if you don’t want that last
appearance say the word.”
_“Of course I want it, Big Man, 1
: want my Big Man for himself. and to
* be himself he must be himself. If you
{ want this 1 want it for you and for
| myself too. Suppose I said 1 wanted
| to go on the stage or to the south seas
. or the north pole?”
| He answered slowly.
' emnly:
. “Then I'd say go ahead. Because
you are you and must be yourself anil
do whatever you want. I love you bhe-
cause you are you.”
“And we're both a silly pair of lov-
ers,” she said when his embrace had
, relaxed.
“Isn’t it great!” he cried.
He stood up. measured the sun with
his eye and extended his hand out
over the big woods that covered the
serried, purple ranges.
“We've got to sleep out there some-
where. It's thirty miles to the nearest
camp.”
I * * * * * s
Who of all the sports present will
ever forget the memorable night at the
Golden Gate arena when young Glen-
don put Tom Cannam to sleep and an
even greater one than Tom Cannam,
kept the great audience on the ragged
edge of riot for an hour, caused the
subsequent graft investigation of the
supervisors and the indictments of the
contractors and the building commis-
sioners and pretty generally disrupted
the whole fight game?
It was a complete surprise. Not
even Stubener had the slightest ap-
‘ prehension of what was coming. It
was true that his man had been in-
subordinate after the Nat Powers af-
' fair and had run off and got married.
But all that was over.
Young Pat had done the expected—
swallowed the inevitable crookedness
of the ring and come back into it
again.
The Golden Gate arena was new.
This was its first fight. and it was the
biggest building of the kind San Fran-
cisco had ever erected. It seated 25.-
000, and every seat was occupied.
Sports hud traveled from all over the
world to be present, and they had paid
$50 for their ringside seats. The
cheapest seat in the house had sold
for $5.
i The old familiar roar of applause
| went up when Billy Morgan, the vet-
eran announcer, climbed through the
' ropes and bared his gray head.
i As he opened his mouth to speais, a
| heavy crash came from a near section
| where several tiers of low seats had
: collapsed. The crowd broke into loud
| laughter and shouted jocular regrets
cand advice to the victims, none of
whom had been hurt.
{| The crash of the seats and the hila-
| rious uproar caused the captain of po-
| lice in charge to look at one of his
| lieutenants and lift his brows in token
i that they would have their hands full
and a lively night.
One by one. welcomed by uproarious
applause, seven -doughty old ring he-
roes climbed through the ropes to be
introduced. They were all ex-heavy-
weight champions of the world.
Billy Morgan accompanied each pres-
entation to the audience with an ap-
propriate phrase. One was hailed as
“Honest John” and *Old Reliable:
another was “the squarest two fisted
fighter the ring ever saw.”
And of others: “The hero of a hun-
dred battles and never threw one and
never laid down:" “the gamest of the
old guard:” ‘the only one who ever
came back;” "the greatest warrior of
them all.” and “the hardest nut in the
ring to crack.”
All this took time.
almost soi-
they mumbled and muttered in reply
with proud blushes and awkward
shamblings.
The longest speech was from “Old
Reliable” and lasted nearly a minute.
Then they had to be photographed.
¥Fhe ring filled up with celebrities, with
champion wrestlers, famous: condition.
ers and veteran timekeepers and ref-
erees.
Lightweights and middleweights
swarmed. Everybody seemed to be
challenging everybody.
Nat Powers was there demanding a
A speech was
Jnsisted on from each of them. and
return match from ‘young Glendon.
and so were all the other shining
lights whom Glendon had snuffed out.
Also they all challenged Jim Han-
ford, who, in turn. had to make his
statement, which was to the effect
that he would accord the next fight
to the winner of the one that was
about to take place. The audience im-
mediately proceeded to name the win-
ner, half of it wildly crying *Glen-
don” and the other half “Powers.”
In the midst of the pandemonium an-
other tier of seats went down, and
half a dozen rows were on between
cheated ticket holders and the stew-
ards who had been reaping a fat har-
vest. .
The captain dispatched a message to
~ headquarters for additional police de-
tails.
The crowd was feeling good. When
Cannam and Glendon made their ring
entrances the arena resembled a na-
tional political convention. Each was
cheered for a solid five minutes.
The ring was now cleared. Glendon
sat in his corner surrounded by his
seconds. As usual Stubener was at his
back.
[Continued next week. ]
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