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A Canceled Sale © “Gentlemen!” he roared. ‘“Here’s the still unbeaten welterweight champion of the world! Cheer him!” They cheered until the building rocked. ““Come back! Come back!” they shouted. ‘“He’s back!” roared Terence. “He'll fight any living crittur that can make the weight!’ Then he lifted Billy across the ropes, and let him find his own way to the dressing- room, while he ran around to Sweeny’s office and connected with the unexpected wealth. “Billy!” he said, bursting in presently. “Listen! Countin’ bets an’ stake an’ 139 movie money, we’ve fourteen thousand U. S. iron men to take home to the missus! What d’ye think she’ll say?” “She says it’s excellent!’ smiled Mrs. Billy, and the face of her looked up. The rest was disguised in a boy’s brown suit. ‘“‘Come and lend a hand,” she ordered; and Terence, with his pockets bulging, held Billy’s head, while she pricked a swelling underneath her hero’ S eye. “Who'd ha’ thought it?” laughed O’Han- lon. “Thought I wouldn’t do my share?” asked Mrs. Billy. “There—call a taxicab. We'll take him home.”’ A CANCELED ae 6y ARTHUR SOMERS ROCHE Author of “For Bravery,” “The Sport of Kings.” RAZEE, business manager of the Morgantown Sun, entered the of- fice of the paper’s editor and own- er, a frown on his face and in his hand a letter. “Well, Chief,” he said gloomily, “they’ve went and gone ‘and done it! Look at this!’ - He smoothed the letter flat upon the edi- ‘tor’s desk, and the latter read it swiftly. Minot must have been a good poker-player had he ever taken up that game. Not a trace of emotion, save possibly quizzical good humor, was in. his voice as he spoke to Frazee. ‘WellP”’ Frazee merely stared, an admiration that he could not conceal in his snappy eyes. As if the admiration slightly embarrassed him, Minot turned his head back toward the litter of copy-paper and proofs before him. as bg awfully busy, Jack,” said the editor. “And if—— Frazee exploded. “Busy! You aren’t too busy to take GEomicbooks (E(@)