The Washington herald., 1909-07-11

torted more herccly. ptalSu Ohe thunu-
erbolts to Mr..
Jennson MIR. Jennson temporized
Don't let's fight about it, boys" he soothed.
where must play Mr. Umpire?" he requested
you go into right field. That's where the kid
who quit played instructed he of the h. ked sus
penders and freckes He spat, PLAY tal," he
growled. play ball, all of yes, or I'll call the
game. see?"
smith to bat Jacobs on deck. Peters In the
hole" chanted the lovely score-keeper gilantly
But Smith, scrawny urchin with bandy legs
and sore eyes, only knocked a pop-up fly into the
pitchers hands, and
"side outl Side outi" jubiated the Flats, romp
ing in, and applauded by the one little boy specta
tor their partisan aforesaid.
DREsENTLY in right field Mr. Jennison stood
waiting. He heard the Flats captain direct, can
nily: Don't you hit where that man is, and he GER
tanly hoped that nobody would. But 1t was fat
tering to be object of such especial interest
Not for a long time had Mr. Jennison been DON'T
nant and respected; and here he was not only
dominant but actually feared And ladies fair
witness
Right field, on the outskirts of the wrangling
under the blue sky and the warm sum- the diamond
before and remote-but not too remote; the patch
of white beside it.; the earnest red-uniformed
Thunderbolts his proteges upon 1t and about it,
a comfortable station. No ball came out
there; and Mr.. Jennison was permitted to indulge
in engaging reverie to whether one of the
Thunderbolts might not be a small brother Of
Black Eyes or Blue Eyes. That it seemed to him.
would bring him step nearer
The Flats failed to score; and to the wildly
shrieked pecan. in their turn. of side out! Side
Out!" the TnunderDOltS now ruSned uellIlOuSly III
Mr.. Jennison decorously accompanied.
He did not bat, this inning. He merely sat upon
the grass, near, lending the influence OF his mem
bership while other Thunderbolts batted. 1t would
have been gratifying had he felt entitled to ad
dress a remark to the young women the camara
derie of the open and of sport might have thus
entitled him; but he felt that when he had won
his spurs, then, he would rush boldly into conver
sation
However under the influence above mentioned
the Thunderbots annexed another run.
Great confusion; much wrangling; gamboling
and mutual taunts and Juvenile Mysteries
Eighteen to twenty-One!" reiterated gleefuly
the spectators, keenly aroused
ND still eighteen to twenty-one it was when, in
"A the ninth inning, with the fatal two men out
and three men on bases, Mr.. Jennison finally was
summoned into action and to the plate
"Christianson to bat Smith on deck, Jacobs in
the hole" giggled Black Eyes in the virginia.
white; and gggled also Blue Eyes, likewise at
tired.
He was Chrstianson
That's you" bade the captain of the Thunder
bolts, aglow with satisfaction. Jaw, kids! It's
the mans turn. Give him your bat, Puke. It's
the mans turn. Hurrayl Watch for home run"
Ray, ray, rayl"
Home run Home runl"
Amidst the frantic shouts (Mr JennisOn
imagined) the dulcet voices of Black Eyes and
the bat which solicitously thrust into his
hand (t the bat first having been vigorously spat
upon, for luck) somewhat embarrassed, but deter
mined. he took his stand at the hattened tin can.
Spread out, kids" warned the captain of the
Flats, hoarsely.
All eyes black blue, every color upon Mr.
Jennson He flushed under the scrutiny, but
stood firm. Here in the focus OF attention, hlgh
ambition nIed his heart Not In years had he
been thus signaled out, for fame The thunder
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