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Abysmal Brute
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i v. CHAPTER V.
1 '.- fi y L"T the ursps jnvw )arzor and
CHAPTER V.
L"T the purses frrv w )arzor and
Inrper. In place at ?1'M). surb
a hi first battles had earned
hiai. he wn now recoirinir
from S2.CM. to $30,000 a h-lit. as well
' as eqou'I larjro sums from Hie niov
Jnr pictnre rueo.
Stn!ener took his manazor'i peivent-
;e 'if aJ this acrorrlmc t tl:e terms j
of tb tntract olil Pat drawn up. j
and both he and tleniou. despite tbrir I
hearr expt-nses, were waslrij; rich. !
:U was due more thnu anvthin? i
el.e to the clean lives they lived. They
wi re not wasters.
Siuhener was actraited to ril estate,
and Lis hoMlnr in Snn Fmririscn. con
lsta.z of building fiats arid iiiartn)ent
houses, were blfger than ;ifinion ever
dreamed.
There was a secret syndicate of b. t
tcr. however, whirh could have made
nu accurate jmess at the vize of Stuhe-r-er's
holding, while heavy lxnu.s after
heavy Iw.rnis, of which (ik-adoa never
heard, wna paid over to his manager
by the movfnjr picture mn.
Stiibener'a most serious task was iti
maintaining the innocence of his youns
pladiitor. Nor did he find it difficult.
Olcndon. who haii nothing to do witto
the liiiKiiiess end. was little interested.
Pesfdrs. wherever his travels took him.
he spent Ms spare time In huctlnc and
flbins;. He rarely rainjrlod with those
of the sportinir world, was notorious
ly shy and secluded and preferred art
calleries and books of verse to sport
ing C"Sip.
.''. h!s trainers and sparring part-
hc!p3 to won-icn's comfort, physicaj
wcii-bt-ir.p'. tsi'l beauty sure to pro
mote healthy, natural action of the
or;ran3 cf dije-tion r.r.d ei. miration
the tonic, 8t.f a end ever reliable
-Sold 7erT-i''. I lor.o
a Lrinc in tK World
nera were rigoronsly instructed by the
manager to keep their toniruea away
from the slightest bints of ring rotten
ness. In every way Srubener intervened
between Qlendoo and the world. He
t was never even Interviewed saT la
Stnbener'a presence.
Only once waa Glendon approached.
It wss lust prior to Ms bsrfle with
nendersoB. and an offer of riW00
waa made to him to throw the tight.
It waa' mad hurriedly, in swift
whfsnen. in a hotel corridor, and It
waa fortunate for the man that Pat
controlled his temper and shouldered
past him without reply. He brought
the tale of it to Stubener. who said:
-It s only con. Pat. They were try
ing to Josh you." He noted the blue
eyes blaze. "And maybe worse than
that. If they could have got you to
fall for it there might hare been a bir
aeosation In the papers that would
have finished you. But I doubt it.
"Such things don't happen any more.
It's a myth, thafa what it is. that baa
come down from the middle history of
the ring. There baa been rottenness
in the past, but no tighter or manager
of reputation would dare anything of
the sort today.
"Why. Pat. the men in the game are
r.s clean and straight as those in pro
fessional baseball, than which there
Is nothing cleaner or straighter."
And all the while be talked Stubener
knew in bis heart that the forthcom
ing fight with Henderson was not to
be shorter than twelve rounds this
for the moving pictures and not long
er than the fourteenth round-
And he knew, furthermore, an big
were the stakes involved, that Hender
son himself was pledged not to last be
yond the fourteenth.
And Glendon. never approached
again, dismissed the matter from bis
mind and went out to spend the after
noon in taking color photographs. The
camera bad become his latest hobby.
Loving pictures, yet unable to paint,
he had compromised by taking p pho
tography. In his hand baggage was
one grip packed with books on the
subject, and be spent long hours in the
dark room, realizing ror nimseir tue
various processes.
Never bad there been a great fighter
who was as aloof from the fighting
worid as be. Because he had little to
say with those he encountered be was
called sullen and unsocial, and out of
this a newspaper reputation took form
that was not an exaggeration so much
ns It was an entire misconception.
Boiled down, his character in print
was that or an ox rousoea nu iumi-
ly stuoid brute, nnd one callow sport
Inc writer dublied him the "abysmal
brute."
The name stuck. The rest of the
frntrnity hailed it with delight, and
thereafter Glendon's name never ap
peHrel in print unconnected with it.
Ofter.. In a headline or under a photo
graph. "The Abysmal Brute." capital
ized and without quotation marks, ap
peared alone.
All the world knew who was this
brute. This made biin draw Into him
self closer than ever, while It devel
oped a bitter prejudice against news
paper folk.
Begarding fighting itself, his earlier
mild Interest grew stronger. The men
he now fought were anything but
dubs, and victory did not come so
easily. Tbey were picked men. expe
rienced ring generals, and each battle
was a problem.
There were occasions when he found
it Impossible to put them out in any
designated later round of a fight.
Thus with Sulzberger, the gigantic
German, try as be would In the eight
ecntu round, he failed to get him. In
the nineteenth it was the same story,
and not tiil the twentieth did lie man
age to break through the balBinc gunrd
and drop him.
Glendon's increasing enjoyment of
the game was accompanied by severer
and prolonged training. Never dissi
pating, spending much of bis time on
hunting trips in the hills, he was prac
tically always In the pink of condition,
and. unlike his father, no unfortunate
accidents marred his career. He nev
er broke a i-one. nor Injured so much
One thing that Stubener noted with
secret glee was that bis yonng fighter
no longer talked of going permanently
bark to his mountains wben he had
won the championship away from Jim
nanford.
The consummation of his career was
rapidly approaching. The great cham
pion bad even publicly intimated bis
readiness to take on Glendon as soon
aa the latter had disposed of the three
or four aspirants for the champion
ship who Intervened.
In six months Pat managed to pnt
away Kid McGratb and Philadelphia
Jack McBrtde. and there remained
"Ifa only con, Pat."
only- ?mt Powers and Tom Cannam.
And all would have been well bad not
a certain society girl gone adventuring
into journalism, and bud not Stube
ner agreed to an interview with the
woman reporter of the San Francisco
Courier-Journal.
: Her work was always published over
the name of Maud Sangstcr. which, by
the way, was ber own name. The
Sangsters were a notoriously wealthy
family.
' The founder, old Jacob Sangster, bad
packed his blankets and worked as a
farm band in the west. He bad dis-
covered an inexhaustible borax depos
it .in Nevada, and. from hauling it out
by mule teams, bad built a railroad to
do the freighting. Following that be
bad poured the profits of borax into
the purchase of hundreds and thou
sands of square miles of timber lands
in California. Oregon and Washington.
Still later be bad combined politics
with business, had bought statesmen,
judges and machines and become a
captain of complicated industry. And
after that be bad died, full of honor
and pessimism, leaving bis name n
muddy blot for future historians to
smudge, and also leaving a matter of
a couple of hundreds of millions for
bis four sons to squabble over.
The legal, industrial and political
battles that followed vexed and amus
ed California for a generation and cul
minated in deadly hatred and nnspeak-
Ing terms between the four sons.
The youngest. Theodore, in middle
life experienced a change of heart
sold out his stock farms and racing
stables and plunged into a fight with
all the comipt powers of his native
state, including most of its million
aires, in a quixotic attempt to purge it
of the infamy which bad been im
planted by old Jacob Sangster.
Maud Sangster was Theodore's old
est daughter. The Sangster stock uni-
acute. Passionately independent, never
yet baring met the man to whom abe
could gladly submit and bored by
those who had aspired, she resented
ber father's Interference wlth'ber way
of life and put the climax on all ber
social misdeeds by tearing borne and
going to work on the Courier-Journal.
Beginning at $20 a week, her salary
had swiftly risen to $50. Her work
was principally musical, dramatic
and art criticism, though she was not
above mere journalistic stunts If they
promised to be sufficiently interesting.
Thus she scooped the big Interview
with Morgan at a time wben be was
being futllely trailed by a doxen New
York star journalists, went down to
the bottom of the Golden Gate in a
diver's suit and flew with Rood, the
bird man. wben be broke all records of
continuous flight by reaching as far
as Riverside,
I Now, it must not ba imagined that
'Maud Sangster was a hard bitten
amazon. On tbe contrary, she was a
gray eyed, slender young woman of
three or four and twenty, of medium
'stature and possessing uncommonly
small bands and feet for an outdoor
woman or any other kind of a woman.
LAIso. far In excess of most outdoor
omen, she km?w how to be daintily
feminine.
was on ber own suggestion that
received the editor's commission
to interrlew Pat Glendon. With the
(exception of bating caught a glimpse
once or boo rotzsimmons in evening
dress at tbe Palace grill, she had never
seen a prizefighter in ber life.
Nor was she curious to see one at
least, she had not been curious until
yonng Pat Glendon came to San Fran
cisco to train for bis fight with Nat
Powers. Then his newspaper reputa
tion had aroused her.
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CHAPTER VT.
HE abysmal brute: It certainly
must be worth seeing. From
what she reaa of him she
gleaned that be was a man
monster, profoundly stupid and with
the sullenness and ferocity of a Jungle
beast.
True, his published photographs did
not show all that, but they did show
tbe hugeness of brawn that might be
expected to go with it.
And so. acompanied by a staff pho
tographer, she went out to the train
ing quarters at the Cliff House at the
hour appointed by Stubener.
That real estate owner was having
trouble. Pat was rebellious. Ke sat.
one big leg dangling over the side of
tbe armchair and Shakespeare's "Son
nets" face downward on his knee,
orating against the new woman..
"What do they want to come butting
into the game torT be demanded.
"It's not their place. What do they
know about It anyway? Tbe men are
bad enough as it is. I'm not a holy
show. This woman's coming here to J
mate me one. i never nave siooa iqc
women around tbe training quarters,
and I don't care if she is a reporter."
"But she's not an ordinary reporter,"
Stubener interposed. "You've heard
of the Sangsters. the millionaires?"'
. Pat nodded.
"Well, she's one of them. She's hlgb
society and all that stuff. She could
be running with the Blingum crowd
now if she wanted to instead of work
ing for wages. Her old man's worth
$00,000,000 if he's worth a cent"
"inen wnat s she working on a pa
per for keeping some poor devil out
of a Job?"
"She and the old man fell out. had a
tiff or something, about tbe time be
started to clean np San Francisco. She
quit, that's all left home and got a
job. And let me tell you one thing.
Pat. She can everlastingly sling Eng
lish. There isn't a pen pusher on the
coast can touch her when she gets go
ing." Tat began to show interest, and
Stubener hurried on:
"She writes poetry, too. tbe regular
ladedab stuff, just like yon. only I
guess hers Is better, because she pub
lished a whole book of it once. And
she writes up the shows. She inter
views every big actor that hits this
burg."
"I've seen ber name in the papers,"
Pat commented.
"Sure you have. And you're honor
ed, rat by her coming, to Interview
you! It won't bother you any. Til
stick right by and give ber most of the
dope myself. You know I've always
done that"
Pat looked bis gratitude.
"And another tblng. Pat, don't for
get you've got to put up with this in
terviewing. It's part of yonr business.
It's big advertising, and it comes ftee.
"We can't buy it It interests people,
draws tbe crowds, and it's crowds that
pile up the gate receipts."
He stopped and listened, then looked
at bis watch. "I think that's her now.
I'll go and get ber and bring her In.
I'll tip It off to ber to cnt It abort, you
know, and it won't take long." n
turned In the doorway. "And be de
cent. Pat Don't ahut op like a clam.
Talk a bit to ber when she aska you
questions."
Pat put the sonnets on the table,
took up a newspaper and was appar
ently deep In Its contents wben the
two entered the room and he stood op.
The meeting was a mutual shock.
When blue eyes met gray it was al
most as if the man and the woman
shouted triumphantly to each other, as
if each had found something sought
and unexpected- But this was for the
Instant only.
Each bad anticipated in tbe other
something so totally different that the
next moment the clear cry of recogni
tion gave way to confusion.
As is the way of women, she was
the first to achieve control, and she
did it without having given any out
ward sign tbat she bad ever lost it
She advanced most of the distance
across the floor to meet Glendon. As
for him. be scarcely knew bow he
stumbled through the introduction.
Here was a womnn a woman. He
had not known that such a creature
could exist The few women he had
noticed had never prefigured this. He
wondered what old Pat's judgment
would have been of her; If she was the
sort he had recommended to bang on
to with both his bands.
He discovered that in some way be
was holding her hand. He looked at
It curious and fascinated, marveling
at its fragility.
She, on tbe other band, had proceed
ed to obliterate tbe echoes of that first
clear call. It bad been a peculiar ex
perience. tbat was all. this sudden out
rush of her toward this strange man.
For was not be the abysmal brute
of the prize ring, the great fighting,
stupid bulk of a male animal who
hammered up his fellow males of tbe
same stupid order? She smiled at the
way he continued to bold her hand.
"I'll have it back, please. Mr. Glen
don." she said. "I 1 really need It
you know."
He looked at ber blankly, followed
ber gaze to her Imprisoned hand, and
dropped It in a rush of awkwardness
that sent the blood, in a manifest blush
to his face.
She noted tbe blush, and the thought
came to her that he did not seem quite
the uncouth brute she had pictured.
She could not conceive of a brute
blushing at anything.
And also, she found herself pleased
with the fact that be lacked the easy
glibness to murmur an apology. But
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and beauties among the women, nor
was Maud an exception: also she must
have inherited some of tbe virus of
adventure from the Sangster breed,
for she had com to womanhood and
done a multitude of things of which
no woman in ber position ahould bav
been guilty.
A match in ten thousand, she re
mained unmarried. 8he -bad sojourn
ed in Europe without bringing home a
nobleman for spouse and bad declined
a goodly portion of her own set at
home.
She had gone in for outdoor sports,
won the tennis championship of the
state, kept tbe society weeklies agog
with her unconventlonalltles. walked
from San Mateo to Santa Cruz against
time on a wager and once caused a
sensation by playing polo in a men's
team at a private Burllngame practice
game. Incidentally she bad gone in
for art and maintained a studio In San
Francisco's Latin quarter.
All this had been of little moment
cntU ber father's reform attack became
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"I'll have it back, please, Mr, Glendon,"
she said.
the way be devoured her with his
eyes was disconcerting.
He stared at ber as If in a trance,
while bis cheeks flushed even more
redly.
Stubener by tbls time bad fetched
a chair for her. and Glendon auto
matically sank down into bis.
"He's In line flupe. Miss Sangster.
In fine shape." tbe manager was say
ing. "That's right isn't it, Pat? Never
felt better in your lifer
Glendon was bothered by this. His
brows contracted In a troubled way,
and he made no reply.
"I've wanted to meet you for a long
time. Mr.. Glendon." Miss Sangster
said. "I never Interviewed a pugilist
before, so if I don't go about it ex
pertly you'll forgive me. I am sure."
"Maybe you'd better start in by
seeing blm in action." was the man
ager's suggestion. "While he's getting
Into his fighting togs I can tell you
a .ot about him fresh stuff ioo. We'll
call in Walsh. Tat. and go a couple of
rounds."
"We'll do nothing of the sort." Glen
don growled roughly. In Just the way
an abyamal brute ahould. "Go ahead
with the interview."
Tbe bualness went ahead unsatis
factorily. Stubener did most of the
talking and suggesting, which was
sufficient to Irritate Maud ..)..
while Pat volunteered nothing.
tne studied hla fine countenance, the
rjes ciear oiue ana wide apart th
wen modelod. almost aauilln. no.
the firm, chaste lips that were aweet
in a masculine way In their cnrl at
the corners arid that gave no hint of
any sullenaess.
It was a baffling personality, abe con
cluded, ir what tbe papers said f bim
was so. In vain she sought for ear
marks of tbe brute. .And in vain she
attempted to establish contacts.
For one thing, she knew too little
about prizefighters and the ring, and
whenever she opened up a lead it was
promptly snatched away by the infor
mation oosing Stubener.
"It must be roost interesting, this
life of a pugilist," she said once, add
ing with a sigh: "I wish I knew more
about it. Teil me. why do yo flgbt?
Oh, aside from money reasons." (This
latter to forestall Stubener.) "Do you
enjoy fighting? Are you stirred by it.
by pitting yourself against other men?
I hardly know bow to express what I
mean, so you must be patient with
me."
Pat and Stubener began speaking to
gether, but for once Pat bore bis man
ager down.
"I didn't care for it at first"
"You see. it was too dead easy for
him." Stubener Interrupted.
But later," Pat went on, "wben 1
encountered the better fighters, the
re at big, clever ones, where I was
more
"On your mettle," she suggested.
"Tea. that's it: more on my mettle.
I found I did care for it a great deal.
In fact. But still it's not so absorbing
to me as It might be. You see, while
each battle Is a sort of problem which
I must work out with my wits and
muscle, yet to me the issue is never in
doubt"
"He's never had a fight go to a de
cision," Srubener proclaimed. "He's
won every battle by tbe knockout
route."
"And it's this certainty of the out
come that robs it of what I imagine
must be its finest thrills," Pat con
cluded. "Maybe you'll get some of them
thrills when you go np against Jim
Hanford," said the manager.
Pat smiled, but did not speak.
"Tell me some more." she urged
"more about the way you feel when
you are fighting."
And then Pat amazed his manager.
Miss Sangster and himself by blurting
out:
"It seems to me I don't want to talk
with you on such things. It's as if
there are things more Important for
you and me to talk about. I"
He stopped abruptly, aware of what
be was saying, but unaware of why
he was saying It
"Yes." she cried eagerly. "That's It.
Tbat is what makes a good interview
the real personality, you know."
But Pat remained tongue tied.' and
Stubener wandered away on a statis
tical comparison of his champion's
weights, measurements and expan
sions with those of Sandow. the Ter
rible Turk. Jeffries ar-3 the other mod
ern strong men. This w:is of little In-
rest to Maud Sangster. and she
iwed that she was bored. Her eyes
chanced to rest on the sonnets. She
picked tbe book up and glanced In
quiringly at Stubener.
"That's Pafs." he said. "He goes In
for tbat kind of stuff and color photog
raphy and art exhibits and tQcb
things. But for heaven's sake don't
publish anything about it It would
ruin bis reputation."
iTo Be Continued Next Wedneilay.)
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