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~The Weak Spot it, Kid,” confessed Ward. “But all the same you-——”’ ; “You go tell your boss to bring Lynn over here at seven tomorrow night if he wants a fight out of me,” broke in McCrady. ‘‘Whose_ boss? Not mine, Kid. I’m off Trimble and that other dirty little snipe. That business was too raw for me. I told ’em so and Trimble cursed me and Lynn tried to beat me up. I’m done with em.” McCrady studied Ward’s face narrowly. He saw nothing there that would indicate that Ward was telling other than the truth. “Sure enough, Ward?” he said. “Tl take my oath on it,” Ward an- swered. “All right, you see Trimble for me, any- how, Chick. Tell him I’ll accept the terms he offered through you this afternoon.” “Remember, Kid, he’s only giving you thirty days training time,” cautioned the other. “He’s trying to flim-flam you there.” “That’s all right; we’ll see who gets flim-flammed,” replied McCrady stubborn- ly. “The sooner I get at Lynn the better it suits me. You tell Ike Trimble to bring his dog here at seven tomorrow. night. And if you don’t mind, Chick, you come over and witness for me. Will you?” “Sure, Kid, if you want it,’ consented Ward, o’clock at the Calumet Club Kid ~— McCrady and Tommy Lynn signed articles to fight six rounds at one hundred and thirty-five pounds or less thirty days after date of contract, the winner to take eight per cent. of the net gate receipts. Trimble knew that he had McCrady cinched and saw no need of mentioning a guarantee. Nor did McCrady insist upon a guarantee. Ward witnessed for McCrady and Trim- ble for Lynn, and while the four men were together it was as much as McCrady could do to restrain himself jumping Lynn then and there. The contract signed he hurried away, while Trimble licked his fat lips and gave Tommy Lynn a sly wink. The following morning while Kitty Mc- WEDNESDAY evening at seven Crady waited for the coffee to boil she sat down in the kitchen to glance over the morning paper. An announcement flung lips. 125 clear across the top of the sporting page in big, black type caught her eye: BEST CARD IN YEARS SLATED FOR THE NORTH SIDE ATHLETIC CLUB In smaller sub-headings below, she read: Kid McCrady Comes from Retirement. Signs Articles to Meet Tommy Lynn. Winner Likely Challenge Nixon, Lightweight Champion. Said to be Grudge Fight. A little gasp escaped Kitty McCrady’s In bewilderment she read on. In a brief statement given out last evening Ike Trimble, the well-known fight promoter and sport- ing man, announced that he had signed Kid Mc- Crady and Tommy Lynn, both local boys, to meet in a six-round bout May 12 at the North Side Athletic Club’s plant at Midway at weights of one hundred and thirty-five pounds or less ringside. It will be remembered that some time ago Mc- Crady, who is at present living in Mercer, our sister city across the river, married Miss Kathleen Galliver of that place, and announced his permanent retirement Kitty McCrady read no further. The paper slipped from her hands and fell open on the floor at her feet. -When Kid Mc- Crady came into the kitchen several min- utes later he found his wife sitting motion- less in a chair staring blankly at the wall. The bold headlines of the paper leaped up at him. Kid McCrady had not yet informed his wife of the agreement to fight Lynn; he had put it off to the last moment, fully intend- ing to tell her that very morning. And now that she knew his heart sank. He had faced hundreds of fighters in the ring; men whose sole ambition at the moment had been to batter him into unconsciousness. Of these he had not been afraid. Now before his wife, a weak woman, his knees wabbled. Several long moments passed before he could muster sufficient courage to wrest his gaze from the tell-tale paper and look at his wife. She was looking at him and her eyes were hot with accusation and condemnation. “Ts that true, Charlie?” she asked in a voice that quavered. He nodded and saw her body shiver as if from a sudden cold blast. Without another word, however, she rose and placed his breakfast on the table, then left the kitchen. In a few moments the sound COMMICOOOKS (E@)