The only real happiness, we are told, is to be obtained by bringinghappiness to others. Bugs Butler's mood, accordingly, when some thirtyhours after the painful episode recorded in the last chapter he awokefrom a state of coma in the ring at Jersey City to discover that Mr. LewLucas had knocked him out in the middle of the third round, should havebeen one of quiet contentment. His inability to block a short left-hookfollowed by a right to the point of the jaw had ameliorated quite anumber of existences.

　　Mr. Lew Lucas, for one, was noticeably pleased. So were Mr. Lucas'sseconds, one of whom went so far as to kiss him. And most of the crowd,who had betted heavily on the champion, were delighted. Yet Bugs Butlerdid not rejoice. It is not too much to say that his peevish bearingstruck a jarring note in the general gaiety. A heavy frown disfiguredhis face as he slouched from the ring.

　　But the happiness which he had spread went on spreading. The two WiseGuys, who had been unable to attend the fight in person, received theresult on the ticker and exuberantly proclaimed themselves the richer byfive hundred dollars. The pimpled office-boy at the Fillmore NicholasTheatrical Enterprises Ltd. caused remark in the Subway by whoopinggleefully when he read the news in his morning paper, for he, too, hadbeen rendered wealthier by the brittleness of Mr. Butler's chin. And itwas with fierce satisfaction that Sally, breakfasting in her littleapartment, informed herself through the sporting page of the details ofthe contender's downfall. She was not a girl who disliked many people,but she had acquired a lively distaste for Bugs Butler.

　　Lew Lucas seemed a man after her own heart. If he had been a personalfriend of Ginger's he could not, considering the brief time at hisdisposal, have avenged him with more thoroughness. In round one he haddone all sorts of diverting things to Mr. Butler's left eye: in roundtwo he had continued the good work on that gentleman's body; and inround three he had knocked him out. Could anyone have done more? Sallythought not, and she drank Lew Lucas's health in a cup of coffee andhoped his old mother was proud of him.

　　The telephone bell rang at her elbow. She unhooked the receiver.

　　"Hullo?""Oh, hullo," said a voice.

　　"Ginger!" cried Sally delightedly.

　　"I say, I'm awfully glad you're back. I only got your letter thismorning. Found it at the boarding-house. I happened to look in thereand...""Ginger," interrupted Sally, "your voice is music, but I want to seeyou. Where are you?""I'm at a chemist's shop across the street. I was wondering if...""Come here at once!""I say, may I? I was just going to ask.""You miserable creature, why haven't you been round to see me before?""Well, as a matter of fact, I haven't been going about much for the lastday. You see...""I know. Of course." Quick sympathy came into Sally's voice. She gavea sidelong glance of approval and gratitude at the large picture of LewLucas which beamed up at her from the morning paper. "You poor thing!