The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1895-06-20
Grimes.

| went to base DalI maJcn Une
other day for the first time in many
years. A man sitting next to me on
the grand stand saw [ was stran-
ger, and Immediately set to work in
the kindliest manner, to fill me to
the brim with information regard
ing the home club, such as he prob
ably only thought it proper for me
to know in order to get along all
right.
"You see that lad swinging the
bat in the red cap over there?''
Eyes, [ replied, for [ couldn't
help seeing him, on account OF the
size of his feet.
"Well ''he continued, with the
air of one solving riddle, that's
Grimes"
This was said in such an impress
i've way that [ concluded that he
supposed [ would know all about
Grimes and his performances at the
mention of his name. But the only
Grimes [ ever heard Of was Old
Grimes who wore the coatall but
toned down before, and he is dead.
I didn't wish to expose my ignor-
ance of so seemingly celebrated a
character as Grimes, for fear OF be-
ing laughed at, SO simply replied:
'"That's Grimes, eh?"
Eyes, that's GrimesW continued
my informant; ''that's GrimesV
The man smiled all over as Grimes
sent the ball flying down into the
crowd, for he was exercising little
before the game. Then he said,
slapping his hand on his knee:
Gle used to pitch for the Ports
mouthsp'
This was a flood light on the
Grimes question, and [ felt that now
I could appear more intimately &C
uuainted with Grimes. But [ did
not know whether he pitched for
Portsmouth, Va, or Portsmouth,
N. H., so [ couldn't talk unguard-
eddy.
"He pitchessix different curves!"
exclaimed the man, land the boys
can't get onto himv' exclaimed my
informant, proudly; ''only yester-
day week he struck out twenty
men. That's the day they done the
Pattersons up 10 to g."
l expressed my admiration of
this 1nvincible creature in the box.
HE takes care Of his mother, y
continued the man next to me, as
he pulled on a Scent CT gar, whose
smoke seemed to be doing it's utmost
to ruin his health, without much
prospect of success. So, then,
Crimes was dutiful son as we'll as
an invincible pitcher. It seemed
quite a queer combination OF
virtues. George Washington, |
thought, was no doubt, a good duti-
full son; but he couldn't play ball.
BENJAMIN Franklin was undoubt-
eddy the JOY Of his parents lives,
but he didn't know enough about
baIlplaying to cover right field for
an amatuer club: Surely, Grimes
was great, and [ felt small and
mean beside him. [ noticed that
Others watched his every movement
as though he was inspired as well
as supernatural. Such phases as
Grimes pitches today" Grimes
won't let them onto him." and
"wait till you see Grimesy down
them," were current on all lips
Small boys kept near him in order
to have him speak to them, if only
to tell them to keep out of the way
That would be honor enough fol
one day. One little boy threw hin
a ball that went over his head, anc
then walked away smiling from ea1
to ear with happiness and triumph
One little fellow caught fou
tip, knocked by the great Grimes
He ran off blushing, as his eye
came in contact with those Of hi
companions.
''How did it feel?" and Did i
hurt you much?" were asked OF
all sides, as the boy looked at hi
hands to see if they were intact.
Word was sent out to the boy
who were watching the proceed
ings through fenceholes that Yelle
Pete had caught the fly, and h
was looked upon with more env,
than any one else on the field, ex
cept the mascot, and the son OF tn
proprietor of the grounds, VIII
could always go in for nothing.
Finally man shouted to Crime
himself: "Why don't you chang
your bat?"
That Grimes knew exactly Wha