Courier Democrat., 1904-12-22
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looked ut the ball in his hand, then
ct the slight figure Of the Pilot.
Il say, where do you get i =
"What?" asked Moore innocently.
'The gait!"'
"The what?'
"The gait, the speed, you know"
"Oh! used to play in Princeton
httle."
Ibid. eh? What the blank blank did
you quit for:"
He evidently regarded the exchange
Of the profession Of baseball for the
study of theology as serious error in
Judgment, and in this opinion every
inning of the game confirmed him. At
the bat the Pilot did not shine. but he
made up for light hitting by his base
running. He was feet as deer. and
he knew the game thoroughly. He was
keen, eager. intense in play, and before
the innings were half over he was rec
ognized as the best all round man on
the field. In the pitchers box he puz-
sled the Porcupines till they grew des-
perate and hit wildly and btindly,
amid the jeers Of the spectators. The
bewilderment Of the Porcupines was
equaled only by the enthusiasm Of Hi
and his nine. and when the game was
over the score stood 81 to in favor Of
the Home team. They carried the Pr
lot OF the field.
From that day Moore was another
man. He had won the unqualified re-
spect Of Hi Kendall and most of the
others, for he could beat them ut their
It Once more his enthusiasm came
back and his brightness and his cour-
age. The Duke was not present to
witness his triumph. and. besides. he
rather despised the game. Bruce was
there. however. but took no part in
the general acclaim. Indeed, he
seemed rather disgusted with Moore's
sudden leap into favor. Certainly his
hostility to the Pilot and to all that
he stood for was none the less open
and bitter.
The hostility was more than usually
marked at the service held on the Sum
day following. 1t was. perhaps.
thrown into stronger relief by the
open and delighted approval of Hi. who
was prepared to back up anything the
Pilot would venture to say. Bill. who
had not witnessed the Pilots perform
ance in the pitchers box. but had only
His enthusiastic report to so upon,
still preserved his judicial air. 1t is
fair TO say. however. that there was
no mean spirited Jealousy in Bills
heart even though Hi had frankly as
mon and could give him points"
Bill had great confidence in His opin-
ion upon baseball. but he was not pre-
pared to surrender his right Of private
Judgment in matters theological. SO he
waited for the sermon before commit
ting himself to any enthusiastic ap-
proval.
This service was an undoubted sue
cess. The singing was hearty. and in
sensibly the men fell into reverent
attitude during prayer. The theme,
too, was one that gave little room for
skepticism. 1t was the story Of Zac-
cheus. and story telling was Aoore's
strong point The thing was well
done. Vivid portraitures of the out
cast, shrewd. converted publican and
the supercilious, self complacent, crit
icaI Pharisee were drawn with a few
deft touches. 4 single sentence trans
ferred them to the foothills and ar
rayed them in cowboy garb. Bill
was none too sure Of himself. but Hi.
with delightful winks. was indicating
Bruce as the Pharisee, to the latters
scornful disgust The preacher must
have noticed. for with very clever
turn the Pharisee was shown to be the
kind Of man who likes to fir faults up
on others. Then Bill. digging his ell
bows into His ribs, said in an audible
whisper:
"Say. pardner, how does it fit now:'
You git out" answered Hi indig-
nantiy, but his confidence in his inter-
pretation Of the application was shak-
en- When Moore came to describe the
Master and his place in that ancient
group, we in the Stopping Place parlor
fell under the spell Of his eyes and
voice, and our hearts were moved
within u.s. That great Personality was
made very real and very winning. HI
was quite subdued by the story and
the picture. Bill was perplexed- It
was all new to him, but Bruce was
mainly initated. To him 1t was all old
and filed with memories he hated to
face. At any rate, he was unusually
savage that evening, drank heavily and
went home late. raging and cursing at
things in general and the Pilot in par
tcular, for Moore in timid sort Of
way had tried to quiet him and help
him to his horse.
"Ornefy sort O beast now, amt he"
aid Hi, with the idea of comforting
tie Pilot, who stood sadly looking
after Bruce disappearing In the gloom.
mo, no." he answered quickly. Not
Q beast, but a brother"
Brother. Not much. If know my
Helatioos- answered Hi disgustedly.
The Master thinks a good deal Of
-" was the eaInest reply.
Cit oatr aaid HI You don't mean
q! Whn,s he a1ded decidedly. hes
eAr nm hewao4F than t1,of v>oan