"SWEET ADELINE" Fatty Matthews came panting through the doors.

He was one of those men who have a leisurely build and a purely American desire for action; so that he was always hurrying and always puffing.

If he mounted a horse, sweat started out from every pore; if he swallowed a glass of red-eye he breathed hard thereafter.

Yet he was capable of great and sustained exertions, as many and many a man in the Three B's could testify.

He was ashamed of his fat.