The Washington times., 1913-11-15

Mona. met MIN at tne park last
week. l thought he d be interesting for
you to talk to If you found the rest Of
us too frivolous. He was on the ver-
| arda few minutes ago. Shall We hunt
him up?''
Followed by the downcast Punch and
the equally gloomy Bohannan, she pass
! ed through the long doors to the porch,
! just in time to miss Copley Reeves,
who came into the room freom the hall.
Copley looked after the departing girl
took a step to follow her, thought better
of it and turned back. almost colliding
with a stout newcomer.
Halo, Mr.. Hornet-I mean Mr.. SWel-
land" hailed Reeves.
oh, how are you?" replied Welland
'Copley Reeves, isn't It? I've seen you
on the field"
"Oftener or the bench. I'm calloused
from sitting there. Bohannan can't
seem to use me-
TOO bad. 1 knew I'd seen you some
where
Maybe in Texas" hazarded Reeves,
when you were down there last
spring."
"Texas%' repeated welland in tone
of profound surprise. Texas
ico'
But you're mistaken" said Welland,
blandly Il wasn't there last spring
better look out. You've got double.
Or, maybe, a twin brother. loafed
| down to your-his-private car with Sam
when he carried brace of ducks there
from Bohannan."
"Bohannan? I never met Bohannan.
,, It's funny. but he's the only manager
! in the league that I don't happen to
know personally"
1T is funny" gravely agreed Reeves,
For
Hello. WaIland," said Bohannan,
! coming in from the veranda. Il heard
you were here.
..Mr. Bohannan." said Copley. "this is
Mr.. Henry We.iand. Mr.. Welland. shake
hands with the only league manager
Don't know" scoffed Bohannon.
Why: Cop; knew Welland before you
| were BORN
"Yes?" returned CopIey, saunterins' az ,s:
off to the yeranda Weliahs ven that nssS ms
ory of his
whats the joker" asked Bohannan,
''The jokes on you," retorted We'll
| land THAT chap knows about my
| trip to Texas and about those ducks
YOU sent me / denied it all and said
didn't even know you. Then-
"He-he knows about gasped
! Bohannan. going ash-gray.
Worry me. I don't do anything but
| worry nowadays. l tell you, Welland,
| this plan of yours can't De pulled of.
| / can't throw the rest Of the games.
Look at the sequel that went up last
week when l put in Walters against
| you. There wasn't paper In town
That's so,"- chuckled Welland remi-
| niscently, "and 1 thought the fans
would tear the benches up"
I 1T doesn't get a laugh out Of me;
even get by with Forbes. They yelled
( him out in the second inning. 1 can't
! lose any more games to you that way.
| DO it any way you like then" sug-
gested Welland. Il don't care how you
drop the other two. you've got q week
YETI
II tell you, 1t can't be done"'
"Oh, keep your nerve, man! You're
| too nervous to become rich. why, L
live in tight corners. Cheer up! What
| IL the fans do howl?'
Miss Fitzgerald. too"' continued
Bohannan. She's a good sport. l
hate to double cross her. When 1 went
| into this didn't realize"
Look here, son." broke in Welland.
| its too late for you TO get cold feet
now. WEIGH on me in this deal ana
I'll run. you out of baseball"
! Il ought to be run out OF it, sighed
| Bohannan. Its a white mans game.
And now Cop Reeves is wise Hes no
body's fool. He's been watching me
all season. I've felt it,
|
| to do it. I'll buy him from you v you
ike and put him in the back wineow,
| where there won't be so much to see
| "WeIland! Give me a chance: Let me
out of this thing. The twenty-five thou-
sand i borrowed Of you in Texas last
spring
Hand it over, then"
! You know / can't. That United
Realty stock was bought on the UNDER
| standing that we'd hold il six months:
| The Realty people won't repurchase. l
Careful warned Welland. Here
comes Miss Fitzgerald. Good afternoon
| Miss FITZGERALD, he added. going Tor
| ward to greet his hostess. I'm just try
| ina TO buy CopIcy Reeves from Bohan-
nan here. He doesn't want to let MIN
"Coplev Reeves echoed Mona.
What do you want him for?"
.Oh. can Use him"
Just as Mr.. Bohannan says. III
leave il entirely to him. But x you
want him so badly and at such a crit
ical time of the season What do you
say, Mr.. Bohannan?'
"T1l-I don't know faltered Bohan-
nan. We'll talk il over"
"Go into the library il you want a
quiet talk" suggested Mona. "T'Il send
In something long and cool to yol."
Dance music struck up from the
broad veranda as the two men started
for the library Mona was about to
ION the dancers when Copley Reeves
tall. thin figure appeared in the door
way. The girl hesitatcd: then from i'm
nuIse or from hospitality turned to-
ward him. fIe flushed, but waited ST.
lemtly for her to speak.
A Continuation OF This story VIII
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