Champion
Midge Kelly scored his first knockout when he was seventeen. The knockee was his brother Connie, three years his junior and a cripple. The purse was a half dollar given to the younger Kelly by a lady whose electric had just missed bumping his soul from his frail little body.
Connie did not know Midge was in the house, else he never would have risked laying the prize on the arm of the least comfortable chair in the room, the better to observe its shining beauty. As Midge entered from the kitchen, the crippled boy covered the coin with his hand, but the movement lacked the speed requisite to escape his brother’s quick eye.
“Watcha got there?” demanded Midge.
“Nothin’,” said Connie.
“You’re a one legged liar!” said Midge.
He strode over to his brother’s chair and grasped the hand that concealed the coin.
“Let loose!” he ordered.
Connie began to cry.
“Let loose and shut up your noise,” said the elder, and jerked his brother’s hand from the chair arm.
The coin fell onto the bare floor. Midge pounced on it. His weak mouth widened in a triumphant smile.
“Nothin’, huh?” he said. “All right, if it’s nothin’ you don’t want it.”
“Give that back,” sobbed the younger.
“I’ll give you a red nose, you little sneak! Where’d you steal it?”
“I didn’t steal it. It’s mine. A lady give it to me after she pretty near hit me with a car.”
“It’s a crime she missed you,” said Midge.
Midge started for the front door. The cripple picked up his crutch, rose from his chair with difficulty, and, still sobbing, came toward Midge. The latter heard him and stopped.
“You better stay where you’re at,” he said.
“I want my money,” cried the boy.
“I know what you want,” said Midge.
Doubling up the fist that held the half dollar, he landed with all his strength on his brother’s mouth. Connie fell to the floor with a thud, the crutch tumbling on top of him. Midge stood beside the prostrate form.
“Is that enough?” he said. “Or do you want this, too?”
And he kicked him in the crippled leg.
“I guess that’ll hold you,” he said.
There was no response from the boy on the floor. Midge looked at him a moment, then at the coin in his hand, and then went out into the street, whistling.
An hour later, when Mrs. Kelly came home from her day’s work at Faulkner’s Steam Laundry, she found Connie on the floor, moaning. Dropping on her knees beside him, she called him by name a score of times. Then she got up and, pale as a ghost, dashed from the house. Dr. Ryan left the Kelly abode about dusk and walked toward Halsted Street. Mrs. Dorgan spied him as he passed her gate.
“Who’s sick, Doctor?” she called.
“Poor little Connie,” he replied. “He had a bad fall.”
“How did it happen?”
“I can’t say for sure, Margaret, but I’d almost bet he was knocked down.”
“Knocked down!” exclaimed Mrs. Dorgan.
“Why, who—?”
“Have you seen the other one lately?”
“Michael? No, not since mornin’. You can’t be thinkin’—”
“I wouldn’t put it past him, Margaret,” said the doctor gravely. “The lad’s mouth is swollen and cut, and his poor, skinny little leg is bruised. He surely didn’t do it to himself and I think Helen suspects the other one.”
“Lord save us!” said Mrs. Dorgan. “I’ll run over and see if I can help.”
“That’s a good woman,” said Doctor Ryan, and went on down the street.
Near midnight, when Midge came home, his mother was sitting at Connie’s bedside. She did not look up.
“Well,” said Midge, “what’s the matter?”
She remained silent. Midge repeated his question.
“Michael, you know what’s the matter,” she said at length.
“I don’t know nothin’,” said Midge.
“Don’t lie to me, Michael. What did you do to your brother?”
“Nothin’.”
“You hit him.”
“Well, then, I hit him. What of it? It ain’t the first time.”
Her lips pressed tightly together, her face like chalk, Ellen Kelly rose from her chair and made straight for him. Midge backed against the door.
“Lay off’n me, Ma. I don’t want to fight no woman.”
Still she came on breathing heavily.
“Stop where you’re at, Ma,” he warned.
There was a brief struggle and Midge’s mother lay on the floor before him.
“You ain’t hurt, Ma. You’re lucky I didn’t land good. And I told you to lay off’n me.”
“God forgive you, Michael!”
Midge found Hap Collins in the showdown game at the Royal.
“Come on out a minute,” he said.
Hap followed him out on the
