Adventure, June 1911 — page 88: what you’re looking at

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274 threw the weight of his left upon it and, before. McGlynn could divine his purpose, his mighty right whizzed through the open- ing, caught Patsy flush in the face and sent him reeling against the ringpost across the enclosure, limp and dazed. *Doolan bounded across the ring to finish *his work before the victim of his treachery could recover from the shock, but Fulmer sprang in front of him and waved him back. The three spectators were on their feet aie “Foul!” “Shame!” But the an- referee commanded silence and, stand- ing between the boxers, ordered Doolan to scorner. The slight delay gave McGlynn gn opportunity to collect his scattered senses and, after giving his head a shake or two, he was himself again, except for a rapidly swelling lump under the left eye. Fulmer started to make another speech, hesitated, bit his lip, glared from one to the other of the boxers, and then, stepping over to. McGlynn, asked, “Do you want this contest to proceed?”’ “Certainly,” answered the young fellow cheerily, “I’m good as new.” “Then we'll make that read twenty, in- stead of ten, from each spectator, if you knock him out,’ whispered Fulmer in his ear. “Thanks.”’ And, gazing across the ring at the scowling Doolan, he muttered, ‘“‘ Four t’ms twenty’s eighty, and ten’s ninety— mother’ll have two fits!”’ Patsy stepped to the center, and waited. Doolan took a couple of strides from his corner, and stopped. The youngster, mov- ing like a cat, lessened the distance between them by a ‘yard—another foot—another. At all but reaching distance they faced each other, standing like graven images, motion- less, each waiting for the other to lead. A full minute of this tense inaction, then a quick feint caused the veteran to drop his left hand—an inch. It was enough. Across the lowered guard flashed the fist of the hard-hitting novice. It found a target at the point of the jaw and—the lights went out for Mr. Doolan! Ten minutes later the “‘ Pride of the Coast”’ came out of his trance and propounded the usual question. He was informed that he was on the floor of the shower-bath room, having been carried there by Patsy McGlynn and three attendants; that he had met with an accident while boxing; that he was the Adventure victim. of a compound fracture of the jaw; that he was shy sundry molars, incisors and bicuspids; that President Fulmer was wait- ing to see him. As soon as he could be made presentable, Mr. Doolan went into executive session with Fulmer and his directors. Patsy McGlynn was also present. It was not a long session, Mr. Doolan falling readily into the views expressed by the president of the Califrisco Club and his fellow officers. The Club, through its representatives, expressed poign- ant regret, -yea, pangs of pain, at the mis- hap which would prevent Mr. Doolan’s appearance at the coming fistic entertain- ment; and, with panting interest for his future welfare, pointed out the benefits of continuous travel beyond the limits of the State. Mr. Doolan, with his hand to his jaw, nodded the thanks he could not find words to express and—the session adjourned. ae under the strain,” sighed the Widow -** McGlynn, “‘but it doesn’t seem to do any good. Matters become worse every day. There is no hope anywhere. The rent——” ‘““What’s the matter with me?” cried Patsy, bursting into the room like an ele- phant rampant on its hind legs. . “Ain’t I a tolerable imitation of the hope you’re talking about? Look me over—I’m a billionaire!”’ ‘Patsy, Patsy, how can you be so fool- ish? The rent-man and the coal-man and the grocer have been here again, and we’re going to be put out next Monday morning!” “Well, this is only Wednesday night.’ “But how are we going to live? I paid bills with that money you gave me last “1’M SURE I’ve tried to bear up night and we haven’t a cent. How can ec ‘Mother, look here. Did you ever know anybody to win anything by being gloomy and looking on the dark side of things?” “Well, what is the use-————’’ “Did you? Z “‘T suppose not, but-——" ‘‘And haven’t you noticed that good tortune always follows cheerfulness?’”’ ‘Not always.” “Yes, always! Drawing a hand from his pocket ‘the incorrigible held it above his mother’s head and, with the other taking her gently but firmly by the chin, he com- manded, “‘Now smile! Smile!”’ Her son’s ridiculous attitude forced the COMICLOOCkKKS. CO