Boy's Cinema (1930-31)

Every Tuesday BOY'S CINEMA 19 A stirring story of the West, in which a senator's son is sent to a ranch to keep him out of trouble, but ;troubIe seems to follow him, until he wades in with blazing guns and smashing fists. <.»^^v ^ ,p9uncl I'A Slight Mix-Up ! D 'HE gill who sut at X one of the corner tables in the slum restaurant covered her mouth with her dainty fingers for the fiftieth time that night. Stic looked bored, and she was bored. Tlie restaurant, far from providing the rougii and tumble amuse- ment slio had fondly expected, was just the quietest place in the city. She turned to her escort as though he were to bliamc for it. "Fred Baine," she said severely, "I thouglit you said there was always something like real life in this sort of eating show ?" "Well, 'pon my soul. I thought there was!" Baine said. "Seems very quiet, I must admit." "So quiet that I am going West to- morrow—back to my ranch in Mon- tana," said Marge Holt very firmly. ■■ The ranch does at least give one some little excitement. This city life is ."simply awful—no riding, no cuttle stam- pedes, nil the men looking as if they have nothing else to do but make them- selves spruce and tidy. Gee, it's me for the West to-morrow all right !" "Don't say that, Marge," pleaded Baine, and pushed back his, chair. "Perhaps they are fearing a police raid, or something, and everybody is on their best behaviour. I'll have a word with Tony." Fred Baine had his own reasons why he did not want Marge Holt to go back to the ranch. He had an idea that he would like to go back with her—as her husband. Timt would en- sure his not being flailed upon to work. Later he might bo able to persuade her to sell the cvTttle. the ranch and every- thing else that she had, and he would kelp her spend the money in the only way he knew how. He left the tabic, with Marge still yawning, and niiadc his way to where Tony, the proprietor ,of the so-called Slarriuft niFFAUt nil.I., find ALI-K.St: K nx., slum restaurant amused himself by polishing a glass that was already as bright as it ever had been or ever woidd be. " Tony, my friends want a little ex- citement," said Baine, keeping his voice low, and dipping his hands into his pocket for his notes. "Got somebody who could sort of make things—well, not too lively, if you undertand, with that pretty girl ? Then I would sort o' drop in on the scene, and a little scrap would give her all the excitement she w-anted." "And the gallant hero of the evening would receive such a charming vote of t'anks from the be-yew-tiful princess, eh?" grinned Tony, pocketing the proffered note. "Well, it ees not the first time, my friend, that I have obliged you '" And ho beckoned to a hooligan of just the type stage villains are invariably depicted. He was a huge fellow witli a coarse, unshaven face. thin, sneering lips, beady eyes and crooked nose— altogether one who looked quite in- teresting in a picture, but mightily uninteresting to meet on a dark and stormy night. The fellow came across to Tony just as the door opened and another of the boring type came into Marge Holt's view. He was spruce, curly-headed, un- deniably' handsome, with a pair of mischievous eyes. Behind him walked a chauffeur. Marge had quite the biggest thrill of the evening as the two newcomers sat down and called for drinks. For a young man about town to sit down with lii.s chauffeur was new to her, and, tame though that fact was, it was a thrill after the dull and dismal evening she had so far sjwnt. She was watching the newcomers so intently that. she did not observe the unwieldy form of the tough until his voice made her look up. "We're going to dance,' ho growled. "Ready'/" "No, thank you—not to-night!" said Marge, a little unsteadily as her heart began to beat more quickly under the leiring eyes. "I said we were going to dance!" re- torted the tough, with a very effective snort. And his hands went out—which was just the moment the gallant Fred Baine should have come upon the scene. But there was somebody else about besides Fred Baine. The curly-headed newcomer sprang from his table, stepped away quickly to the girl's table, and lashed out twice with his right and left. A very surpriserl tough met the first with his chin and the second with his no.se—then rapidly going out of the newcomer's reach. In a flash the excitement Marge had craved for was forthcoming. The tough steadied himself and hit back, and with the chauffeur running up to take his young master's side, and Tony rushing up to beg his man not to make too much mess of the really gallant stranger, there was more confusion than space. The curly-headed young man could use his fists. Marge noticed that just as quickly as did the tough. But it was the latter who suffered the most convincing proof of that fact—two crashing rights under the jaw which sent him sprawling to the floor. "Meester Baine—you stop this feller —there'll be smashes up !" hissed the thoroughly alarmed Tony. Baine started to do his best, but tho young man flung him aside as though he had been a sack of straw, grabbed August 29th. 1031. I