The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1899-05-29
EPIsTLEs TO ST. PAUL.


sfe mad ever Witnessed. The other one
had been played out by couple of
scnooiboy mines just budding into the
adolescent stage. So she sat up in the
grand stand, with huge picture hat,
and mast1cated caramels while her escort
essayed to teach her the game.
who IS thatF An walking leisurely
off ?" she inquireda HE hasn't hit any
thing"
He has been given his base on balls"
But he doesn't bawl any louder than
that nervous little chap down the 1ine.''
mot bawl-t6 cry aloud explained
her Instructor, but BALL After a GER
tain number of unsatisfactory balls have
been delivered by the pitcher the umpire
rules that the batter cane have first
base"
How simple!" ---
mot so veryssa.demurred her escorr.
somewhat disc6ncerted. ''Ah.si there's
snoddy at the bat. Now watch out for a
homer"
''or Virgil"
"Eh?"
Nothing; don't mind me-"
Snoddy didn't do a thing but send the
ball over into the left field garden, where
the fielder took care of it, tucked 1t under
his arm and proceeded to walk home.
Dead on his base murmured the es-
cort:,. sas z
Gracious! Who's dead?" inquired the
girl.
''No one is actually deceased It's a
technical term for man -who-dies
his base"
Il must say your language is: very in
telliSent- One time you say he isn't dead,
or L.
is literally defunct. But what are all
those men coming this way for?"
It's the home Mines inning
But the others are taking their
places. i9~a 5se
Yes. they are OUT
You say it's an inning?"
Eyes"
Why isn't it also an outing?''
II declare 1 never thought of that. Ha!
hat"
WAS that funny?"
Delicious. Best I've heard this season.
All, foul tip
81 gave one to sleeping car porter
once.i
"a counterfeit quarter. Wasn't that a
foul tip?"
Good. You're all right
Say, George. what's a muffin?"
You ", mean m. an. m nlg1la'reg
yes When 4 s player fails to catch or
hold ball he Is said to have muffed it..
That's mufhng.''
well, have you got through"
Il believe so.sk
well, then, I said nothing about muff-
Ing. asked you direct cfvel question.
What is muffin"
''Why, something to eat, suppose.
Something like a waffle or biscuit
Then you don't know exactly what a
muffin is ~ =
mo, to be frank. II don't
That's what | thought. Well, muffin
is a light, spongy. cylindrical cake, used
for breakfast or tea"
''Well, this is q game Of base ball, not a
cooking scool - " Is = an ~ T.
Yes, I know" 'yawning, ''but excuse
me. Don't you find 1t just a trife te-
dious?"
Tedious! Not a bit Of it. Why, Myr-
tie, really thought you would enjoy It.
It's glorious game. our national sport.
When Jonesy pounds Flaggart for, a
three Dagger, and the coach throws a fit
when Swfpsey comes up to the plate with
his batting clothesgaon and lines out a
hot one down among the daHdelions, my
heart stands still and my pulse bounds
like a racer. Girl, when the bases are
all full, two men out, in the ninth and
last inning when the game Is g. tie, and
one run puts the home nine to the sgoed.
why, then, there's nothing in sight for me
but victory or heart failure. Oh, / M "a
fan the faniest fan in seventeen states!
But you, why you are so densely, calmly,
irresfstibiy ignorant 81 the first principles
that you give me pain. You've no SYM
pathies at all with sa-a-!' rs;ra.-.s =.
'tCrank." LarY aos:As1:sis- . <
Yves, crank, II you will But; now,
please let me watch the game out in I'M
I Interrupted enjoyment. I couldn't give
you the faintest Idea of its manifold
beauties in ten years You'll let me have
/ a little. enjoyment, won't sycu--lett me
wallow in bliss T.Fs,.s
And the band played on.
They had banquet. In Minneapolis
the other night. j. Adam Bede was in
vited down from Pine City to drink
camers milk and worship at the shrine
of Fletcher. They put the Budget editor
we'll down on the toast list, and after
number of ambitious Republicans had ex-
plotted, or else exploded, their pet am
billions, Bede began to chafe little over
the fact that he had not been given a
chance himself before the crowd became
so 80 be juyful.'';-.
"I thought 1 was invited to banquet of
pol business men," he started in, land
not a Grand Army encampment." Uncle
Loren was frightened 10 QedIn Luz lSoI
Adam would slap the old soldiers and
destroy all the capital he had made out
of the gathering. but Bede continued.
'tOn my right L see William Henry
Eustis, and on my left 1 observe your
mayor. This is "a most glorious reunion
of the Blue and the Gray
He had been standing in the line at
the Metropolitan box office for an hour,
tired, but patient. for he was dreaming
Of Monday night when he would take
his fair one to witness the pathetic story
of Cyrano, and himself enjoy the salts
faction of performance where she
would not be mashed on the star. At
last the window opened, and the line was
filing past Soon he would have had his
seats and the vision would be prom
Used reality. Just as he reached the win
dow, a breathless messenger boy rushed
up with yellow envelopes for C. Beech.
While Beech was putting his John Han
cock on the bit of paper that accompanied
them, the seciable youngster accosted the
dreamer outside the window.
'Buyin t!cketsforSportin Life pine, saw
ftlastnightmyself.'
The devotee of Rostand came out of his
trance.