The Alaska citizen., 1913-12-01

The kid!" repeated Hasley. "l hope he hits three hundred!"
 Thank you boys" said the proud parent. T won't forget this Hold on here. Bush! You can't buy everything, you know This is on mel"
 Not on your lie" said Hawley. II asked you over here You can buy the next one"
 Over my dead body" said Me Carter. Chick can buy the third,"
 After this third toast to the kid. being warmed In heart and stomach Charlie O'Malley made a speech | Say" said he. why cant you two c ne out to dinner tonight? It's the kids birthday. and we'll have a little party. I'd like to have you meet my "ife Smartest woman you ever saw! She'd make a great umpire if she knew anything about baseball! How about it?"
 McCafier looked at Hawley, and Hawley looked at McCarter. each sill ently questioning the other. "Aw. come on!" urged O'Malley. You'd be Just as welcome as-as- yeu would be anywhere. It's the kids birthday, and-he's one year old today. Come on out and see the kid."
 | All right" said Bush Hawley. Only your wife wouldn't like it to have us come horning in without warning You better slip out ahead. and tip off the play to her. l got to go up to the hotel and put on a clean shirt, anyway"
 "Fine!" said O'Malley. Why not put on the elaa hammers, and come out right?"
 "Sure!" said MeCarter. II haven't had my dress suit on this season" That's the idea" said O'Malley My wife-I want her to see that there's some class to this club" Shortly afterward, Charlie O'Mal ley, carrying the cup under his arm, boarded trolley for the suburbs, leaving behind him careful instruc- tions a6 to transfer points and dis | Jances to be walked after leaving the car line McCarter wrote down the direction on the back of an envelope.
 Seven sharp!" said O'Malley. "On the job!" said McCarrer. There goes that duck again. Just as I am preparing to shoo him into the story!
 At six o'clock two young men, wearing rainccaas over their evening garments, strolled down the street toward the car line. Bush Hawley. upon whom an idle afternoon had hung heavily. had taken more toasts t2 the youthful O'Malley. and was | consequently in a frame of mind which might be described as mell-w W and liberal.
 Mac" he said, what good is a cup for kid year old? He can't play with 1t: he can't have any fun with 1t. We ought to take him something that will amuse him." That's so." said McCarter. with an idle eye on the shop windows. How about woody sheep or - Holy cats, Whae have they got in that window?" Looks like chickens" said Bush. pausing. No. by gum! It's ducks! Little ducks! A million of 'em. What d'you think of that?"
 The duck, before mentioned fin this narrative, was in that show window. It was one of hundred ,umbling. waddling. splashing little creatures. helping. in its poor. weak way, to advertise a poultry market. do not pretend to pick this duck ou. and identify it as in any way diff ferent from it's companions.
 The two ball players pressed their noses agains. the plate glass, grin ming at the antics of the baby fowls
 Funny little devils. ain't they?" I said McCarter. Look at 'em swim!"
 Bush Hawley snapped his fling CTS with . sudden ejaculation.
 I've got it!" he cried. "Well buy one of those ducks for O'Malley's kid"
 | With this remark. he disappeared. returning almost immediately with large paper bag in one hand. From the interior of the bag came scrambling sound. mingled with a faint Quacking protest.
 Cost me fifty cents" said Bush proudly. "A regular duck"
 The ball players moved down the street. Bush carrying the bag ginger ly at arms length.
 Up to this point, the duck was innocent of consequences of any sort. and in no wise to be regarded as a fowl of i'll omen. It Is perfect ly true that Mrs. Charles O'Malley might have questioned the propriety of presenting the infant Jamieson with a live duck of questionable an | tecedents-a dnck mt certified to he