Judge — September 27, 1913 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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considerable scorn. ‘‘The ‘guryl’ I talked to must have been a peach! There are about two hours’ worth of stones in this horn!’* The Beauty looked at John and smiled sympathetically. The only time he really enjoyed life was while the {|| children slept. “Will—you—go—to—the — game— | with—us—this afternoon!"’ they yelled in unison. ‘We'll be awful good!"’ “Yes, my dear boys, I'll go, if you will stop swinging those bats. You nearly hit me in the head!"" “If I did, it wouldn’t hurt any, 'cause they didn’t cost but fifty cents. Dad would only give us half a dollar. He says there are enough bats in our garage to build a log cabin with—Look out there!" The warning was addressed to the man, idly waiting for his friends, and, truth to tell, not caring much how tardy they might be. The projectile missed him by an inch and shot through the door of the station, from which place he rescued the bat and handed it to the girl. He was some time disentangling his eyes from her smile, and might have been longer, only that in the general excite- ment the score of the New York-Pittsburgh game had blown 13 THERE QUIET AND REST ABOVE? NO. THERE COMES AN AEROPLANE WITH OPEN cUr-ovr. away, and one of the kids was trying to pick it out from under the foot of a horse. The man, the chauffeur and the girl all made a plunge for the boy at the same time, but he crawled under the horse and bobbed up on the other side, score in hand, This was the last straw. The girl nodded to the chauffeur, who left the motor horn to its fate and collected bats, mitts, masks and boys, and bundled them all into the car. As they whirled away, the Beauty looked at the man with an expression which seemed to say, ‘‘I have known them to act worse, but forget when!"" It was thus the man got his cue as to the whereabouts of the Beauty during the afternoon. He decided to go to that sand-lot game, if it cost him the acquaintance of his life-long chums. Corner-lot baseball was nut a hobby of his, but the Beauty was. “You ought to be locked up!’’ exclaimed his friends, “T feel that way about it myself,’’ he replied nonchalantly. o © © © © «6 She was not there. After waiting through nine innings for her to make good her promise, he laughed. ‘What a lot of trouble I am saved! I should have loved that girl if she had played fair with those kids, but she didn’t. That lets me out!’" He sighed in a relieved sort of way. The chauffeur looked at him with the kindly expression one bestows on those men- tally feeble and drove him back to the house, where he met his more or less jeering friends with the news that he had been “‘scouting.’” “Why, yes,’’ he said. were right.”” “‘What critics?’’ asked his host. “Newspaper. They hit me hard. One of them said that I'd be a howling success financially if they sent me abroad as ambassador, but that I hadn't brains enough to scout for a corner-lot baseball league. I certainly couldn’t find what I was scouting for this afternoon, and I guess those newspaper fellows were right!"" They did not know what he meant, and so played the situa- tion safe by saying nothing and laughing guardedly. But the man was restless. ‘‘By Jove!’’ he said, looking at the clock. ‘The train I must catch leaves in twenty minutes. Hustle me down to the station, won’t you?” “Oh, no, we can’t possibly! Mr. and Mrs, Lake and all the little Lakes are coming up. The little Lakes are the two worst boys in town’’—— “T was trying to see if those critics comicbooks.com