The sun., 1912-07-14

me with envy. A dusky attendant lcd me
to chair with his most distinguished
Considerat ion. for had not Marquard
indicated his intention Of seeing mo?
Marquard. Who that knows heroes
knows not that name? Who that bc
lieves that the breaker Of baseball records
is quite the equal of the angels and in
fnitely greater than Alexander does NOT
reverence it now? Who has not heard it
ehreked ecstat ically from the bleachers,
triumphantlv acclaimed from mora cx-
elusive parts the subject of universal
rejoicing. the one name that Progress ves
and Conservative Republicans alike
unite upon Marquard!
looked up. A very tall. very broad
ahouldered young man was approaching; a
we'll dressed. we'll groomcd. tanned young
man wit h brown eyes and heavy eyebrows;
a young man who tapered down to the
ends OF his very long legs and who swung
two enormous brown hands as he ap-
proached.
didn't know him, but suspected him
from these hands; ] suspected him from
those shoulders. should certainly have
known him in any case from the sensation
he created near that hotel desk, The
prosperous old gentleman totally neg
lected the placid old lady and stared
raptly at Marquard. The placid old lady
entirely disre garded the prosperous old
gentleman and stared at him also. The
clerk temporarily neglected a patron and
stared too. The young man with the
newspaper was all eyes.
"Good morning." said the tall young
man.
He put out one Of the enormous brown
hands and pressed mine with n grip which
seemed inadequate to his size. II was an
inconclusive sort Of grip. though the
hands felt enveloping-and very hard .
He subsidized into a green cane chair
and proceeded to become a study in
angles.
However Mr.. Marqard sits he seems
to make an angle. Angles seem to him
like pitching and fever and the things
he can't help. He thrust vast perspective
of left leg over an equal quantity of right
leg and proceeded to look angularly COM
Portable. He didn't even remotely suggest
the -Rube' prefix with which baseball
writer's have credited him.
He had something of the air OF college
boy. though about ten years older than
the average college boy. He looked ten
years older than his 20. His dark blue
needle striped suit was we'll tailored.
His spotty. fancy waistcoat was the same.
His yellow oxfords and yellow socks were
Enthusiastically metropolitan.
pitching to-day?" asked
Not TO -day-not till We got to Chicago
said the hero in deep. we'll regulated
voice.
1t was an experienced voice, It sug-
gested tho face. mature and self-con-
rrolled The adoring bellboys eyes fol-
lowed his lips. A gentleman in near seat
drew up closer and appeared to bs too
.ndustrlo,isly absorbed in his paper to be
ibsorhrd in it az all
"F"elnG sor, of strung up about it2'
ventlr"d. for it was his twentieth game
and tha, winch if he won. would more than
suual all pitching records.
"No. don't caro- now. I've tied II and
don't care. III win that game sure :
,fi" didn II IT Was that las, game when
| xAs s,ring up Say, that was awful.
Ihos" two la~l innings -" Tie lapscd
ntn stream uf the technical IA baseball.
wh," tried ~ hook Intelligent "Ncs. those
twp E,-' innings
n" hero shoph his hrai cxpr"ssivrly
u was shaking all over" Ila shook
his head reniniscently and made another