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away if he had extended himself.
The authorities in Reading, Pa.,
have refused to allow a bout be
tween Bat Nelson and Jimmy
Benner. Three thousand tickets
liad been sold, and the cash must
be returned. When. Bat heard
this he took the count.
Al Palzer is being trauied'for
his bdut with McCarty by Frank
Newhouse, a baseball umpire. Al
should get Ump Finneran of the
Giants, who holds a. decision over
Sherwood Magee of the Quakers.
He put Magee out for 'half a sea
son." We could write a lotmore sport
if we thought wrestling, bowling
and six-day bicycle races came
under that head.
HA! CHIEF McWEENY HAS BEEN TIPPED OFF
v All was quiet arid peaceful, not
to say pastoral, in Chief of Police
McWeeny's office this forenoon.
The chief sat with his legs on
the, desk, his mouth wrapped
around a cigar and a half-snore.
Suddenly, the door- edged open.
Hah! A mysterious stranger!
,One wearing a black felt hat, and
look of gloom and wisdom.
"Hist!" said the M, S., "Hist!"
Chief McWeeny knows what a A
"Hist" means; But he did not
( show his emotion. He', took his
legs down frontthe desk, and sep
arated his. mouth-from the snore
and the cigar.
"What is it?" he satd, out of
the corner of his, mouth.
"Are we alon"&?" askedthe M. S.
"We are,"" said the. chiefglanc
ing around him and seeing, that
only three,of-histsecretarfes were
present. , . '
$ "I have a secret for your ears,"
hiss,ed the M'S.
"I giveyou my earssaid the
chief. f y ;
' i "There are aw-aw -T .'
I '.The M. S. brbke;pff suddenly,
and jumpe'd to the aoor, which he
opened with a jerk.
Chief, of Detectives Halpin
tumbled into the room.
"Ha!" said the M.S. "I knew
some one was listening. I heard
hfs breathing through the key
hole. I know who you are. You
are Captain Halpin,''1
Captain Halpin shifted to the
"I am," he said.' "Excuse me,
chief, butI thought this guy
might be an "anarchist; so I fol
"An anarchist!" The M. S.
'threw back his head and laughed
aloud. "An anarchist! Me, an
anarchist! Think, jyotliil would
.have corner in this disguise had I
been an anarchist?"
Captain Halpin could find
nothing 'to say. He had been
caught in a faux pas, which is
French for-witfi only your under
wear r on. v
"I tome fcMgive information,"
sa?d the M. S.y in a deep sepulch
ral tone. "You jean listen, too,
Captain of Detectives Halpin."
Halpin bent "his ears down be
side the chiefs. The M. S. low
ered his voice to a sibilant (we
don't know what this Word
means, but it's a good one anv