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THE PADDED ATHLETE
By Edward Earl Barker.
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
Archie Ferguson- Jiad greatness
thrust upon him, coulcTnot avoid it,
and it spoiled him. He was a fair
looking fellow, rather awkward in
his shape, but bulky and strong.
When he graduated from Itediern
academy he had just made a hit. It
was in a football game. At a critical
Were Duly Dazzled by His Overpow
juncture he was the human key to a
iiunian wedge, where by sheer bodily
bulk he blocked the finesse of the
rival team and won a famous game.
"A natural born athlete " the
dWbpapeis put it. "A big fat con
ceited chump!" his enemies declared.
The school trainer saw easy money
in view and earned a fifty-dollar fee
putting Archie through a course of J
muscle building. Everywhere Archie
played the athlete card strong. With
his newspaper publicity and quite
some money he faced a two months'
vacation he determined to enjoy.
When he went to Haven Springs he
soon made it known who he was. He
"was stuck on his shape," as the say
ing goes. He set at work to tone
down various sinuosities of his figure
by artificially building up contiguous
One day an old friend, Bob Travers,
ran across him. They had been close
chums at school.
"I say, Archie," observed Bob, "I
see all you have to do is to strut up
and down the promenade to win all
kinds of admiring opinions from the
"Is that so?" said Archie, drawing
himself up to his full height.
"Sure thing. I want you to show
yourself with me for about a week.
"Oh, yes," answered Archie. "I'm
just putting on the vacation before I
start into business. Governor going
to stake me and all that."
"Well, you can help me out, Archie,
and I want you to do it. The facts
are these: I dote on a girl living in
Wadham. She's a great friend of my
cousin. I sort of shone about her
until a new fellow came upon the
scene. His name is Jones Dick
Jones. He's a fellow half your size
quiet, meek, I call it. Pretty smart,
though, for he just graduated from a
"You want him side-tracked, do
you?" asked Archie.
"That's it. I want him scared away.
You can do it."
"As how, now, for instance?"
"Well, hang around with me. Work
up to a quarrel with him see?"
"And crush him, eh?" smiled Ar
chie, with a confident glance at the
bulging muscles of his right arm.
So it was that Dick Jones and Nina
Swift, enjoying a mutually harmon
ious companionship, had their pleas-