The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1895-10-06
MURTY O'MALLEY'S LOVE.

MURTY O'MALLEY'S LOVE.
Darling. I fear that man; the cruel guy
can from his place as umpire do you up"
1t was Gwendolin O'Toole who spoke.
She was a beautiful blonde angel; and as
she chung to her lover. Murty O'Malley,
they made a picture from which a painter
would have drawn an Inspiration.
Take courage, love-" said Murty O'Mal-
ley, tenderly; I'm too swift for the duck"
L know, dearest" murmured the fair
Gwendolin, but think what's up on the
game. Me brother, you know him well;
the rooter prince, the bleachers' uncrowned
king. He is the guardian of me vast es-
tates. If l do not marry as he directs. me
lands and fortune go to found an asylum
for decrepit ball tossers. To-day me brother
Godfrey swore by the banshee of the
ORIOLES that me hand should belong to
the man who made the best average ir
to-morrow's game. Can you win me-, lover
Il win you or break a bat.' said Murty
OMalley as he folded his dear one in his
arms
when that villain O'Malley goes to bat
tomorrow pitch the ball ten feet over his
head. No matter where it goes, I'll call a
Strike"
1t was Dennis Mulcahey who spoke; the
man most feared by Gwendolin O'Toole.
He was to be next days umpire, and as
he thought how securely his rival was in
his grasp he laughed low and mockingly..
Dennis Mulcahey. too, loved the fair
addresses.
His heart was bitter; he would be re-
venged on his rival.
you've got IL in for the mug replied
Terry Devine, to whom Dennis Mulca1ey
had spoken. Devine was the pitcher of the
opposition, and. like many OF his class, a
ny, If you wants TO do the sucker, why
don't youse give him a poke in the face?
'Such suggestions are veriest guff,' re-
torted Dennis Mulcahey. do as 1 bid you,
%caitiff; an presume no. to give the bunch
to such as /. A wild pitch is what / want
whenever Murty O'Malley steps &c the
plate. I'll do the rest
"Tn trow the pigskin over de gran
stand" said Terry Devine. as he and his
AS the c~onspirators drif.ed into the dark
ness a dim form arose from behind a
"Ah, III foil you YETI he Kissed be-
tween his clinched teeth, and turning in
the opposite direction he was soon swal-
lowed by the. night.
III.
you'll not fail me, Jack?' said Murty
O'Malley to Jack, the barkeeper of the
Fielders' Rest.
Not on your wish-bone." said Jack.
ANofC ~ W mt IL lAal ohOO1Ci IA
this afternoon 1 hopes de boss'n put in a
cash register
Murty O'Malley fastened to the side of
MS love. Jack, the n faithful barkeeper'
That dub Devine will De here in a min
Ute" said Jack at last. IAN 1 must or
He took a Shell glass and dipped it in
the tank behind the bar. Taking his cigar
from between his finely chisled lips. he
blew the smoke into the moistened interior
of the glass. This he did several times.
I'll smoke a glass on de stiff" said Jack;
sos'iy mom rsn 0g Sater , Terry Devine cam neoP in
With a CLEAN of almost human intelligence
in his eye, Jack. the barkeeper, set up the
smoked glass. Terry Devine tossed OFF the
| fiery potation. staggered to a chair and
sat there glazing.
A moment later his head fell on a card
table. while a stentorian snore proclaimed
THAT fetched de sucker" m
Jack, the barkeeper, and he went on clean
ing his glasses. His lights gone out for
fourteen hours. an he don't make no wild
pitches at Murty O'Malley to-day, seer
Nv.
Ten thousand people gathered to witness
the last great contest between the Sham
rocks and the Shantytowns.
Gwendolin O'Toole, pale but resolute, &C.
cupied her accustomed seat In the grand
stand. Far away and high above the
tumult of the bleachers she heard the
hoarse shouts of her brother, Godfrey
O'Toole, the bleachers' king.
Remember, Gwendolin," he said as they
who makes the best average to-day wins
your hand. I've sworn. it; and the word
of an O'Toole is never broken"
Make il the best batting average, oh,
me brother pleaded G~wendolin, while the
tears welled to her glorious eyes.
Never" retorted Godfrey O,Toole. with
to give Murty O'Maliey a better show. But
IL the butter-fngered muffer wins you.
he must do It with his fielding as well
Terry Devine was not in the box for the
Shantytowns. With his head on the seven
up table he snored on. watched over by
the faithful bar boy Jack. He still yielded
to smoked glass and gave no sign of life.
Curse him." growled Umpire Mulcahey
hoarsely beneath his breath. has he t'run
me down? If 1 thought SO. the world is not
wide enough to save him from me VEN
geance."
A change pitcher took the box for the
batter of the Shamrocks, stepped to the
plate.
Dennis Mulcahey girded up his false heart
and registered a black. hellish oath to call
everything q strike.
Never. never shall he win Gwendolin
O'Toole while I'm umpire" he whispered
and his face was dark as a cloud.
1t was the last word that issued from
the clam shell of Dennis Mulcahey for
many q long and bitter day; the last crack
he made.
Just as he offered his bluff the first ball
was pitched. 1t was wild and high as a
bird, as most balls are.
But Murty O'Malley was ready. He, too,
had been plotting. He would fight Satan
with fire.
AS the ball sped by high above his head
Murty O'Malley leaped twenty feet in the
air. As he did he swung his unerring bat.
Just as he had planned. the flying, whiz-
zing sphere struck the under side of his
bat and glanced downward with fearful
ing visage of Dennis Mulcahey upturned
TO mark its flight.
The fragile mask was broken. while the
features were crushed into bloody con-
fusion with the awful inveteracy of the
blow.
Dennis Mulcahey fell as one dead. As
he was borne away and another umpire
was sent to assume his post. Murty O'NaI.
ley bent a glance of intelligence on the
change pitcher Of the Shantytowns. who
had taken the place of the miscreant De-
vine and whispered loud enough to reach
from the plate to the box:
Now, gimme a fair ball."
NJ.
And SO the day was won: the Shamrocks
oasted the Shantytowns by the score of
is to 2. AS for Murty O'Malley, his score
stood:
Alb. r. n. q. A. f..
OMalley. c ..........4 10 IA q
No such record had ever been made on
the grounds. With the four times at bat
Murty O'Malley did so well withal that
he scored a base hit, two three-baggers
and a home run.
That night Murty O'Malley welded the
rich and beautiful Gwendolin O'Ioole.
Jack. the bar-boy Of the Fielders Rest
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