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By Jessie Ethel Sherwin
, "Miss Hazelwood is npthing to
"She is less to you, sir."
"Why, I have known her for two
months and have been her especial
"Then she hasn't thought enough
of your intentions to mention it. Miss
Hazelwood and I are all but en
gaged." "You're poaching on my pre
serves." "Oho! You talk as if you owned
"I do, pretty near."
"Thus, snappily, Ashley Clayton,
and thus, in sharp retort, Walter
Bliss. To the ears of the former had
come a chance remark that Bliss had
referred to Miss Hazelwood as "the
sweetest girl in the world, 'whom he
hoped to win as his wife." The rivals
were not acquainted until now.
Friends separated them as a fracas
"I'll have it out with you!" furious
ly snorted young Clayton, as a com
panion led him away from the scene
of the encounter.
"I'll be all ready for you," pledged
Bliss and strolled disdainfully on his
way. "The quarrelsome cub!" he
added to the friend at his side. "Why!
Miss Hazelwood is the idol of my
soul, and as to that fellow's bragsi
met her at some party, probably, and
is conceited enough to believe he has
made an impression."
' "Clayton is not the worst fellow, in
the world," said the friend, "but he
is certainly trying to beat you to the
"He can't She's away on her va
cation with a cousin and, trust me, I
will make it a point to be first on the
scene of action when she returns."
"You may expect to find Clayton
pauallv determined. Woulda't jsvon-
der if he challenged you he is a
No challenge came, but from vari
ous sources during the ensuing few
days Bliss learned that his quarrel
some rival had announced that he
would have "an opportunity to set
tle who was the best man when he
got around to it."
It was strange, but a mutually
shared impulse seized both of these
young men at the same time. At the
"You're Poaching on My Preserves."
edge of Barrington, a summer cot
tage had been taken by a profession
al athletic trainer. Clayton had
heard of him. He entered the fenced
in space where the expert was swing
ing his Indian clus one day. .
"You Prof. Dodge?" inquired he.
"That's me. What can I do for
"I want you to qualify me in the
briefest space of time to whip a man
just my own size, whom I hate."
"Indeed," nodded the professor and
a. auick gleam, of comprehension