Dolores was the exact opposite of anxious to give up her brand new honors at what she considered a mere wave of the hand from her formerly indifferent husband, Woman-like, she thought Kid Roberts had a little more punishment comin' to him and that she rated much coaxin' and plenty pettin' before she'd kiss and make up. Well, even though they're full of the best intentions in the world, there's some masculines which just ain't got a hobby of goin' down on their knees whilst beggin' your pardon.
Kid Roberts was one of 'em.
As I'd handled the Kid in as many battles with his wife as I'd went behind him in his brawls in the ring, he requested the slight boon of my presence at the big pow wow with Dolores. There was nothin' phenomenal in that—I was well known to 'em both. As usual, Mr. Conference started off beautiful and wound up pitiful!
"Why—why, Kane!" breathes Dolores, as she lamps her former fireside companion.
Kid Roberts stares at his charmin' opponent like she was Eve and he was Adam, Neither of 'em give me a tumble.
"Dolores!" he says, a bit dreamily.
So far, everything is jake. Then the fun began!
"Sweetheart, I've thrown away my boxing gloves forever!" says the Kid.
They clinch and no referee in the world would of had the heart to break 'em, no kiddin'!
"That's the best news I've heard since my election to the senate!" says Dolores, the photograph of hap-
