Part 13 (2/2)
Steve smiled broadly.
”I've been called a good many things, but no one's ever handed me that.
No, ma'am, I'm a has-been.”
”I beg your pardon.”
”Granted.”
”What did you say you were?” asked Mrs. Porter after a pause.
”A has-been. I used to be a middle, but mother kicked, and I quit. All through taking a blue eye home! Wouldn't that jar you?”
”I have no doubt you intend to be explicit----”
”Not on your life!” protested Steve. ”I may be a rough-neck, but I've got me manners. I wouldn't get explicit with a lady.”
Mrs. Porter sat down.
”We appear to be talking at cross-purposes,” she said. ”I still do not gather what your profession is or was.”
”Why, ain't I telling you? I used to be a middle----”
”What is a middle?”
”Why, it's in between the light-heavies and the welters. I was a welter when I broke into the fighting game, but----”
”Now I understand. You are a pugilist?”
”Used to be. But mother kicked.”
”Kicked whom?”
”You don't get me, ma'am. When I say she kicked, I mean my blue eye threw a scare into her, and she put a crimp in my career. Made me quit when I should have been champ in another couple of fights.”
”I am afraid I cannot follow these domestic troubles of yours. And why do you speak of your blue eye? Your eyes are brown.”
”This one wasn't. It was the fattest blue eye you ever seen. I ran up against a short right hook. I put him out next round, ma'am, mind you, but that didn't help me any with mother. Directly she seen me blue eye she said: 'That'll be all from you, Steve. You stop it this minute.' So I quit. But gee! It's tough on a fellow to have to sit out of the game and watch a bunch of cheeses like this new crop of middle-weights swelling around and calling themselves fighters when they couldn't lick a postage-stamp, not if it was properly trained. h.e.l.l! Beg pardon, ma'am.”
”I find you an interesting study, Mr. Dingle,” said Mrs. Porter thoughtfully. ”I have never met a pugilist before. Do you box with Mr.
Winfield?”
”Sure. Kirk and me go five rounds every morning.”
”You have been boxing with him to-day? Then perhaps you can tell me if an absurd young man in eye-gla.s.ses has called here yet? He is wearing a grey----”
”Do you mean Bailey, ma'am. Bailey Bannister?”
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