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OUR SHORT STORY -RAG
, IIAFXFIt, with "two nnd throe" on him,
met the next hall pitched l'nlrly, and
drove It on allno over second huso.
"Happy .Tncl:" Kearney, the Blue Sox's
diminutive second baseman, stuck up
his cloved hand with the crack of
Shnfnor's hat and dragged down the
hall without moving from his tracks.
The game was over, and the Blue Sox
The men of hoth teams converged on
players' gate under the grand stand. Good
laUiredly they shouldered each other through the
Harrow door, joshing and calling out what they had
Sine in earlier games and what they would do In
future. The Plymouth Pocks did not seem down-imi-ted
over their loss. It was only mid-season, and
Ihey had a llfty point lead to protect them. A
frame lost now and then was to he expected. As
r' (impious of the league, they could take many healings
'. 1 'till he chesfy.
irc through the door, tho two teems soporntcd, the
1 mi- Sox jogging on to their cluh house, the Plymouth
V malJng for their 'has. As they settled themselves
I' r the drive to the hotel, Shine Shafner turned to Bid
"V "te a bombardment yousc infieldcrs got this after-
"c.ih." replied Hid in a loud voice. "I hear the
Md Man's goin' to pitch the hat-boy against 'cm to
Tiis sally was greeted by a general laugh.
"How about that, IluekJ" some one called to the
tid who sat on the seat with the driver. !uek did not
M',. He didn't even look around. Hut a telltale flush
l e up (,er the back of his tanned neck and he hunched
1 I't'e f.irtber forward on the scat. The driver eyed
til t i..i"niit'ratinc!y.
I ie boys ccitainly got to ye to day, didn't they?
'i pntty well for 'llitloss Wonders'! Guess you
' n't rail 'em that, would ye?"
V i -tared stonily ahead and the driver, after a
)' at hi- face, did not press the subject.
s ' ' 'bus enreened along the badly paved street, a
W f fans from the bleachers kept pace with it, and
, ' over the champions. The players, mo-,tly
1 '"' -. sini'. 1 'tidescendingly, or occasionally retorted
"' I to s ic partieulaily hot shot at their lack of
fl H . Moic than his sham of tlie aiiy peisiflage was
t i i n at Buck, as the pitcher who had been responsible
f.r t ,e liuine lean's victory, lie tn'ed to ignore it all;
but hi-, f.u-u v .s scarlet before they turned on to the
bo '' ni'! ami left the rabble in the icar.
Behind him, in the body of the vehicle, everybody was
lauguing and gabbling. Hid pent less was trying to
Irame up a poker game and lacked one of the' desired
Viol i. He did not ask Buck, although he knew the
jnirhcr would have sat in. Hack had been noticing an
)loi fness on the part of the other members of the tram
)f late. To-day, when the Old Man had sent him into
Ibe bov, there had been no pats on the back, no muttered
'Co to it, Old Kid."
The team had taken tho field without a word to him.
fie knew that ho was expected not to make good, and
l'ic r Mirage that had made him "Ihiek Antrim, tho
V t pit'-her in the state league," was no longer at his
)( inand. The fielding behind him had been the me
)bauieally perfect performance of eight , derails and
Ihnmpinns; but there was something lacking. A hit
vus a hit, and no one on the team seemed to care to
jhanee a forlorn hope of turning it into' a put-out.
Buek was only a big boy and his heart was very full
Hid heavy beneath his libs. He was not ued to having
f iple assume that he would be knocked out of the box
rforo he pitched his firt ball. That had not been his
His cold plunge at the hotel did not raise his droop
lug spiiits and he ato his tupper silently. Later, seated
by the open window of tho room he shared with Fred
Joins, who had pitched ten winning games mid only
Iwo defeats nil season, ho gripped his unlighted pipe
between his teeth ami stared out at nothing.
Tim events of tho hummer before pased through his
Blind. Then, he was "Antiiui of the l!c,-ueis," with a
pe.i'th of speed and curves that kept the heavy hitters
In the state league worrieil. He heard the roar of tho
it.inds when he strode into the box, lie. felt tho slant
lug rays of tho summer sun boiling his sweaty hack,
jvhilo ho struck out the pinch hitler in the nlnth'inning.
II o shivered ag.iin to the chill sting of the wind on that
faw .September day, when twenty-nine men faced him
In nine innings, and not ono got u hit. That game had
given the Heavers the state league championship.
J' veil now ho could not recall without a tin ill tho
rintry afternoon that he and the Plymouth Hocks' scout
bad spent leaning over n table in the back tooni of his
lather's billiard hall. Tho scout had come to offer
him a chanco to break into fast company. Hack had
looked at tho fly-specked picture of Amos Itusie on tho
wall, after ho had put, his namo to a contract, and
Tiondered if they would ever hang his picture like that,
Parly in March lie had reported for the training trip
mid had been carried halfway across tho continent in a
sumptuous train that was greeted at every town by a
curious, cheering mob of fans.
The Plymouth l!.c'.- woio a 'i.isoncd (cam, nnd tho
scout had told him that piobably he would bo farmed
out to tho minor leagues again beforo the season opened.
Huck had home, this in mind during the practice gancs
they hud played In the lazy Southern ntmofpherc, and
hail worked to get into condition as ho had never worked
before. At New Orleans, the Old Man had sent him in
for tho last three innings against the Pelicans, and ho
had mowed them down without a run. Tho Old Man
had nodded approvingly that night and several of the
older men had b"n more cordial than before. The
oldest pitcher on the stuff had even glowered at him
across the hotel lobby.
Two weeks before thn fearon opened they turned
back North, dropping oh" recruits at every junction with
billets to take another year's pieparation in the bush
leagues. Huck had not received one.
He remembered the opening day on their home grounds,
when tho Plymouth Hocks and the visiting team had
been hauled through tho streets in breaks with a bras
band in front. Prom his seat on the bench ho had
watched the great banks of noisy humanity in tha
stands; had heard the. sharp roar of approval at each
clever stop or fast throw as the team practiced, followed
by shouts of laughter that had greeted the mayor's
effort to pilch tho first ball over the plate, laughter
which had changed to n storm of rhtering, ns Fred
Jones, vetjran "spit ballist," walked out toward the
With his knees hugged up under his chin, lie had
studied every move of tho great pitcher ns he made th
visiting batters "eat out of his hand." He had followed
with attentive eyes each sweep of the arm that Jones
used for his wide slants.
After they had won tho game, he hung nround tho
veterans with ears open for every inside story of the
plays. He had wanted to learn it all.
For a couple of weeks the Old Man had only used
him to give tho other fellows batting pactice. Then,
one day, he had stood watching him for a long timo
as hn warmed up, and had finally said;
"Antrim, you can go to 'em this afternoon."
lie recalled that his heart had given a great leap and
then had swelled until it seemed to choke him. Just
then tho bell rang and the team' took the field.
As ho walked into the pitcher's box, there had been
a subdued buzz of inquiry, lie heard somo one in tha
grand stand say:
"Who is he? Who's tho new t wirier 5"
His mouth was dry and he didn't trust himself fa
look at the grand- stand. He kept his cjes glued on tho
batter, leaning expectantly forward and gently swinging
his bat. Tho catcher signaled for an out, and ho
wound up and shot the ball toward the waiting mit.
"Hall!" shouted the umpire. Again tho catcher sig
naled and again he thiew.
"Ha all tub!" counted the man with tho indicator.
He felt the sweat begin to start. The hatter leered at
him amusedlv. Detached veils came from the bleachers.
"Wait for'a good one, Hilly!" "Make him be good!"
"He'll have to put one over!"
He git ted hi teeth and tried again.
Thu perspiiation was rolling olT him and his scalp
itched under his cap. The crowd was loaring now, and
the batter's teeth gleamed in a wolfish grill.
"I must put this ono over," he kept saying to himself.
Just, at the crisis of his swing a high-pitched voice in
the bleachers shrilled:
"He's goin' to walk ye, Hill!"
The words assailed him like n knife thrust. Kvcn as
the ball left his fingers ho knew ho had let it go too
"Tako yer base!" sang out tho umpire querulously.
The catcher walked forwaid into the diamond.
"Steady down, Old Head! Steady dowul" tho receiver
muttered, and walked back.
Tho first ball he pitched hit the next man "up" in tho
ribs and he limped to first base with n burlesque look
of pain. The crowd was shouting and bellowing now.
Again the catcher advanced.
"Von ought to be pichin' hay, you big Hube, youl"
lie hissed, and stuck his jaw out pugnaciously.
As Hud wound up for his throw, the coachers behind
fir.-t and third bases yapped shrilly:
"Yah, yah, now, now, now I You can't put it over!"
He let'go anil drove thn ball toward the plate. In
tuitively he knew the curve would break too late. Tho
batter Knew it, too.
He took a step forward and swung with all his might.
There was a crack as the wood met the horse hide, and
turning around, Huek saw Hedges in light field running
toward the fence. Three figures in white tore around tho
bases. After a long time Hedges overtook the rolling
ball and thiew wildly for the plate; but thn throw was
not quick enough and all three runners scored. Still
dazed, he saw the Old .Man beckoning to him, and Grey,
the "southpaw," pulling off his sweater. The crowd had
laughed as he went to the bench.
If the Old Man had talked the game over with Huck
that night when they got back to the hotel, nnd from
his store of baseball knowledge had explained to the
boy where his weakness lay, the young pitcher would
probably have gono back to' the "slab" at his net op
portunity and redeemed himself. The Old Man, however,
was not' built on sympathetic lines. He had been edu
cated in the school' that believed in the survival of the
fittest. Perhaps there was al'o just a trace of envy in
his feeling toward thu youngster. Youth must crowd
out age, but agu hales to admit it; and the Old Man,
being an old tinier himself, knew morn about the soro
spot in the oldest pitcher's heait who was trying every
ait ho had learned to keep from the public what his
teammates knew, that he was not whut he used to be
than he did about tho sting of the crowd's laughter to
Antrim. At anv rate, lie had ignored him with a silence
that cut, and tlie boy had failed to come back.
To-day had been his sixth try-out, and only once had
ho won 'his game, and that was against the tail cndeis.
Whether it was true or not, he had firmly convinced
himself that tho other fellows thought he was a "mutt."
Tim studied aloofness of the players olT the field and tho
glare of the Old Man, which grew more pronounced each
time ho lost a game, had gotten on his nerves till he felt
sirk and weak as soon as ho stepped into the bov.
He racked his brains for a reason. He knew ho had
nil the speed nnd curves that had won his games tho
year hefoie. Ho wasn't sick. He wasn't stale. Ho just
couldn't pitch winning lull, thnt was all.
A r.ip on his door interrupted his train of thought.
"Como in!" he called. Tlie door opened anil the Old
Man stood glowering on the threshhold. lie walked in
and stood in front of tlie pitcher.
"I haven't got much to say to you,- ho snnrled. "I
can tell you all I want to in about one minute. You're
excess baggage with this ball team, and I'll be blamed
if Pin going to pay freight on you any longer. Here's
your unconditional release nnd your pay to date, Go
out on a farm and get n job buskin' pumpkins! That's
whent you belong, out witli the yaps!"
Ho turned stiffly and stalked out of tho room, not
even deigning to shut the door behind him.
For a long time Antrim stood gazing stupidly out into
the hall nt V, I n the last of tho
manager. Then, . i. nl lo his jaw, lie pulled
his suitcase out l'lom in ler thu bed and set about pack
ing it. Ho was numb fiotn tho suddenness of his dis
missal. So they hadn't even thought film worth enough
to llguro in a trade, or to sell to sonic bush league team!
Xxcess baggage, tho Old Man had c.illed him I Half a
doen of his teammates wero lounging In tho lobby.
Without so much as a ghinco in their direction, he went
into tho street. He swung along oblivious to everything.
In front of him glared the electric sign of a hotel. He
turned in between the potted plants that Hanked tha en
trance, registered, and followed a bellboy to a room.
Till far past midnight he tossed restlessly on his
griddle of a bed. The room, even with all the' windows
open, was as hot as a bake oven nnd not pven the healthy
fatigue of his daily exeicise could overcome tho heat
and the chagrin that made his brain frizzle. At last,
howeter, ho chopped off.
The ghno of the morning sun wnko him and ho
stumbled into the bathroom and wallowed in a tubful
of ic watei. His bath, and the breakfast he ate alr,
braced him up a hit. He stiolled out into the street.
Standing on the curb, he watched the people hurrying
to nnd fro, each wiih something to do.
At length, at' automobile diew up at. tho curb be
hind him. He steppe 1 aside to let the tall, gray-haired
man in tho tonnrau get out. As he did so, he recognized
him as Conant, owner of the Hlus Sox. Conant looked
at him, hesitated, then thrust out his hand.
"Hello!" he said. 'You'to one of the Plymouth Rock
bunch. I don't know your iiRtne, though."
"Antrim," Buck enlightened him. "I was with them."
"Sure! You pitched for 'em yesterday." Then he,
srnsed the last sentence of the young man's speech. "ICcm
one r,f m. You are yet, ain't you':"
"No, 1 was relea-ed Inst night."
Conant looked him over as if he thought he was jok
ing. Then he linked an arm in his. "Come in and have
beer," he insisted.
"Como on. iif. como on! Show
Leaning against the bar and sipping his glass of
brer, Huck explained thn occurrences of the night before.
Something about the hhrewd, kindly eyes of Conant made
him unburden his mind.
"Pvo got to go to tho park," said the owner, at last.
"Como along, .a rido '11 do you good."
They climbed into thn tonneau and biuzed out over
the boulevards toward the ball park. On the way,
Conant was silent. He leaned back against the cushioned
seat and eyed the young cast-olV.
"Said you wero excess baggage, eh? I suppose you've
got about enough of baseball, haven't you?"
Puck swung aiound to f.vco him, "Not by a long
shot I" ho exploded. "I'll shew that bunch I can pitch,
if it kills me!"
"U-u-m-in-m," ruminated Conant. One of the great
est of the old-time ball players himself, in the big
league ho was credited villi being the finest judge of
At the park, he led the way under the bleachers to
the lleld. The Hluo Sox were already busy nt morning
practice. The diamond freshly sprinkled by Jimmy, tho
ground keeper, looked clean and immaculate". Over under
thu overhang of thu boxes, the Hluo Sox pitching stuff,
mainstay of their weak batters and acknowledged to be
the best in the league, were lobbing slow curves to tho
"Hist string" catcheis.
MacClilitock, outfielder and playing manager, quit
batting Hies to the fielders and e'amo over to where
Conant and Huck were standing.
"Mac," said Conant. "shake hands with Mr. Antrim."
The tlneo men .strolled over to tho cool grass under
the shadow of tho grand stand,
"You don't mind telling Mao all this, do you?" ques
tioned the owner. Duel; shook his head and began it
all over again. After he had retold the story, tho three
mrn sat in silence, MacClintoel; took out' a plug of
tobacco, offered it to each of thr-ni, and bit off a section,
Conant got out a knife and begun to whittlo carefully
nt a match, Suddenly h- looked up.
"It's nono of mv business, lint what w-cre you getting
with tho Hocks?"
"Twenty-five hundred," said Huck, before ho thought.
"And vou'ro not soro at tlie game?"
"Well, Pll give you a contract at that figui t play
Puck could not believe his ears. Ho stared blankly
from ono man to tho other. Mac nodded gravely.
"Why, why " Huck stammered.
"Why? Hlnzes!" s'nupped Conant. "I'll just ak
a rhan'eo on you, that's all. Dan't niako mc waste my
Still unbelieving, Huck saw MncClintock beckon to
him and stait towaid the club home. Within the dim
coolness of the room, Mao got out an extra uniform
and sat on a bench while the recruit put it on. As they
stopped out into the light iigjin. the rnknager laid his
hand lightly on tho recruit's shoulder.
"Just ono tip," MacCIinloek said. "We got a bunch
here that pull together. We'll stick by a man that tries.
Now we're goin' to win this pennant for Couunt. God
hates a quitter! D'you see!"
Huck nodded and swallowed something.
"I'll try to show you fellows," he said, diffidently.
The hard hand closed a little tighter on his .shoulder.'
"Do thatl" said MacClilitock.
Tho hours that passed fiom the timo Buck began to
limber up with the pitchers till ho found himself it, the
dressing room with tho team have nlways been vague to
him. He came naek to earth to find himself tying his
shoestrings on a bench in the Hlue Sox club house. Tho
room was full of r.ther wliite uniformed players. Steam
and groans came from the corner vdicre the (miner
was thumping the kinks out of tho leg of Lee Donovan,
the first baseman. Tho faces that looked into his occa
sionally were friendly and incurious. Ho felt that these
men considered him untested. His performance of yester
day feemcd to he of no moment. F.d. Yoike, the Hluo
Sox "iron man" pitcher, glinned at him pleasantly from
where he lounged against the wall. Snatches of song,
jokes, pleasantly spoken oaths, floated about him.
Some one opened tho door and they trooped out into
the runway that led to the field. Overhead reverberated
tho thud and stamp of feet ns spectators found places
in (he grand stand. Ho went into tho sunlight and
found a scat on the bench. Over behind first base the
'cm up! Put it on 'cm!'
bleachers weio already full, while from the third bae
bleachers at his back came calls and questions from tho
fans to the playeis who sat around him.
Hud Carey, nine-year-old ma-cot of tho Hlue Sox,
donned a catcher's mitt that he could hardly carry, and
stepped out to play catch with his father. Some of tho
inlleldcrs formed a line and begun to joggle tho ball,
one to another. Above him in the stands he heard the
shrill calling of the venders:
Some one from behind him thrust a bag of pop-corn
under his nose. He reached into tlie greasy inside and
suddenly a soft glow of feeling at homo with this crowd
catnu over him.
All at once a gong rang and (ho Hlue Pox leaped up
nnd trotted into tlie lleld. Baldwin, the regular catcher,
motioned to him with a catching mitt, He nue and
followed the other pitcheis under the edge of the boxes.
He and Yorke took turns pitching to Baldwin, while the
llr.-t substitute leceived for Curey nnd Speed. Buck
watched Yorke out of the corner of his eye and regu
lated his speed to that of the M?tirau. At first they
lobbed them in; but gradually the speed increased till
Buck was burning tlie ball through. Yoiko looked at
him mid winked.
"Lots of pepper, Kid!" ho laughed.
In an iu-tiint the boy contrasted this sort of treat
ment with that ho had received from the other nine and
lluck nodded, Again tho gong rang. MacCIintock
came over to Baldwin. For a moment they talked,
their heads cloio together. Then the manager walked
quickly to Buck.
"Want to take a shot at 'em?" he asked.
"Will you risk me!" gasped the icerillt.
"Sure," grinned tho manager.
"Watch mul" said Buck with gritted teeth.
His knees bent a little under him as lie walked ncross
the luso line into the diamond. He heard the same mur
mur of interrogation from tho crowd that hud greeted
hint when he pitched his first game for the Plymouth
Hocks. He stole a glance nt their bench. A blank look
of wonder was in all their faces, except the Old Man's.
Ho was glaring more wrathfully than ever.
Hid Fentiess stood outside the batter's box, his Jaw
hanging loose. Then he stepped up to the plate and
laughed nlnud; Baldwin rroiiched behind him, Ho
flashed Huck his signal for n drop. The pitcher's aim
U " ""7. i"? --- ,-rV.tn "n n!,7V Mm owe
off his hands. At last he threw. Hid made no effort
to strike at it.
"Ba-all," droned thn umpire.
Baldwin returned it and gave him tho same signal. rV.
tress stood, with legs crossed, leaning on Ids' uat. He
ppit nonchalantly as the ball missed the phite hy i
foot. Huck felt his tourrge oozing. He longed" to
throw down his glore and walk off the lleld; but .ic
know he must stick by his guns. Tho next cm ho
threw was too high and the next wide.
"Take yer base," he heard the umpiro drawl, '"neon
piiously, his eyes followed the runner as he wet to
first base. Lee Donovan grinned at him and nodded,
holding out his bunds for a throw. Holding he ball,
tho first baseman walked over to he pitcher's box.
"That's all right, Old Kid," he said. "Don't, let 1
tlttlo thing like that bother you."
Huck felt liitnself Rushing." He cursed himself for a
coward nnd a quitter. This was the way ho was repay
Shafncr was at the plate swinging his bat and laugh
ing. Baldwin '-ignnlcd for a fast straight rn. Huck
put it in; but Shafner, who ordinarly could not lilt any
thing above his waist, slashed a swift bounder jver
Antrim's head. Fen(ress was off for second base at tho
crack of tho bat. Buck gioaned as he saw the. ball shoot
ing just to the left of second.
Then he naw a white-clad figure dive sideways, whirl
over, and come up on its feet. With a flick of lingers,
the figure shot tlie ball five feet to Kearney standing
on the second bag. Kearney whirled and drove it on a
lino to Donovan, poising at first base. Shafner was
out by a step and Bid Fentress was brushing off his
clothes disgustedly as he walked toward third bae to
pet off tho field. The crowd was on its feet, roiring and
stamping. Then Buck struck the next man out.
Hack on the bench, while Donovan led off for the Blue
Sov, Buck looked long at Ogden, the shortstop, who had
cut down Shafner's hit. The shortstop caught his ey
nnd grinned sheepishly.
"I wisht I had a cigarette," he said.
"So do I," said Buck. Whereat they hunched ckc".
and began to talk baseball.
When Buck went back to thn "slab" in the seennii
inning, every muscle in his body was a coiled spring
Ho swept u glaneo over the crouching figures of thn
infielders. Then ho wound up nnd whipped a vieiout
out over the plate.
"Strike!" came the decision. Tlie blood purged througl
his veins and pounded in his temples.
"Strike, tub!" sang the umpire.
Huck paused nnd amid thu hush of the lileaehers,
looked slowly over toward thn Old Man. Then 1 e de
liberately grinned in his face. He turned and '-nred
nt the batter and grinned again. Then, with pjcnprnt
ing calm, he put over a tantalizinz slow ball. Tlie batter
struck at it five feet from the plate.
"Strike thruh y'r oot!" Buck had como into his
As inning succeeded inning, ho put more nnd more
"stuff" on thn ball. His curves broke whore he wanted
them to. The crowd was with him now, and at ea h
strike out they roared applause nnd rocked with laugh
ter at the humor of the thing. Tlie Plymouth Hoiks were
desperate. Fight innings had gone and they had chalked
up only three hits and not a run. Fred Jones was work
ing almost as well for them, and the 'Blue Sox were
It was the same old story in the first half of the ninth.
Shafner popped to Kearney, the next man fanned, and
Hedges laid down a feeble grounder to Buck himself.
Kearney opened the last half of the ninth inning with
a double; but Baldwin could only sacrifice him to third
base, nnd Dnlan. the third baseman, struck nut. Antrim
went to the bat with two out and a man on third. Stand
ing outside tho box, he pounded the clay loose from his
spikes. The crowd was on its feet. A snowstorm of
bits of torn paper floated in front of the bleachers.
Huek heard a detached yell occasionally above h- liu1 -bub.
"Line her nut!" "Win yer own game, An'rim'"
He stepped up to the plate nnd fixed his eyes on .Toner
ns he stood nt case in the box. Yorke. coaching behind
first base, was hammering on a catcher's mitt and bay
ing: "Come on, 'Antv, como on! Show 'em up! Put it or
Jones threw both hands over hi' head. Buck's ever
were fixed on him. Not fur nothing bed tV- rerrniv
spent long afternoons on the bench studying the veteran's
style. Tho slightest flip of the wrist gave him Iub
"It's an out drop." ho muttered.
"Now, now. now!" barked Yorke. "Soak it!"
Buck stepped forward, almost upon the plate, ami
swung low with all his might. The bat met something
that stopped it. He heard the crack of the hir'.ory.
Then he tore out blindly for first. Dimly he saw a white
clad tigiirn leaping in the air: he leniembered feeling a
bit. of stage fright it was a fair ball, that was all ho
knew and he kept, on running, running, eternnlh run
ning past, bag after bag: he felt a great rushing wind
blow in his ears confusedly and sidewavs from that wind
came a long rumbling, drumming -mind pureed with
starc.itn shrieks the bleacher'; he saw white-clad men
jump out ns if to stop him. hammering thei- f-ts into
their gloves; a glee unearthly uri;ed nnd pounded is
his breast ns ho sped along; suddenly be felt his tor
stub against the plate, and Yorke grabbed him. Hum
Together they ran to the club house. MacCHntoef
slapped him on' the shoulder ns he came in.
"(!ood eye. Kid!" he ro.11 oil.
Half a "dozen pla-ers threw laughing praie at htm
He sniffed the smell of steam nnd sweat and ' f i'
It were a perfume. When Dolan, naked nnd dri-" r g,
slapped him with nn old shoe as he stood under the
shower, he laughed till his mouth was full of v.irr
nnd then swore jubilantly.
The sporting extras featured the "excess bnggnge" in
cident to somo length that night, since Ounnnt 1 ad
thought it ton good a yarn to keep quiet: but Huek
didn't know or care. He was too busy pliying pier
with Yorke and Carey and Dolan and Kearney, whi'e tin
Blue Sox slipped over the rails on their way to pluj
a three-games series in Cleveland.
W. G. Tinckom Fernandez.
Come from the murk of your cily streets to the tent of
all the world,
When your final word on Art is said, and your tlag of
Faith is furled:
When your heart no longer gives n throb at the first
faint breath of Spring
All, tuin your feet to tlie ribbon road with a chorus all
Where the sandaled Pawn liko a Greek god tales the
hill dies of thn hills
And the brooding earth rubs sleepy eyes at the sonij
some lone biid trills;
Where the brook like the silver scythe of a moon nwaiti
your warm caie-s
Ah, these are the gifts that the high gods fling to mortali
When tlie blood-red sun swings low iu the West, and as
end comes to desire,
When the candle-gloom of the low-ceiled room is bared
to a pine-log lire,
And the tales of men nro told anew till the Huntresk
leaves the sky
Ah, these lire the gifts for the sons of men to set thcil
Then givo me the clear blue sky overhead, and the whit
road to my feet,
And a dog to tell my secrets to, and a brother tramp to
And the years may take (heir (oil of me till I reath th
When I lodge for good in the world's own inn, a wayi
worn waiting gue-t.