The Alaska citizen., 1913-11-10

a large amour. of oratory, and pro. phcSying of uennants 10 come. Spuer Ramon Oliveras made the hit of the evening with speech half in Eng. fish and halt in spanish. and when he sat down the hotal orchestra yio- lin cornet. and p.auo rendered the i Mexican national air. which was re ceiEed win unbounded enthus asm by those upon whom no training regulations had been imposed. f oliveras departed on he Pullman with the regulars. wha were to play their way Northward through Ten uessee and Kentucky. meeting var, ious minor-league outfits en route. thus working themselves to d wire edge for the opening of ;he big league season on the home grounds. ] The Mexican marvel was the life of the party Every city along ths l l.ne of march was eager 10 see this wonderful Mexican athlete and 10 applaud his phen menal skill
 Hell be the greatest drawing card of the year" sail Johnny Me. Shane 10 Kelly. Look at all the press stuff hes had, Every paper in ihe country has printed some thing about him. And. oh what d reception hell get when he walks 1 up to the plate on opening day, Vow"
 "fou'ye certainly boosted h.m q lot said the manager. Be care. ful you don't swell his head with that bunk ' ave been writing about him"
 No danger" sad Johnny easily. Hes as modest as any of the r5s. nf these big-league stars. Why last night he came into the smoking compartment of the Pullman and showed me lot of clippings of my stuff ill the Breeze, and hes going fo s#nd them down 10 his old man
 n inea'an He said those Wriee.ups would make his old fa.her very hap. ny and pr ud."
 He did eh?s demanded Kelly with l sudden snort. "Now. wouldn't that ra'tle your teeth, His old man ia Yucatan, Well, I've got 10 hand
 it to him. He is marvel"
 MT McShane agreed with the managers spoken word, if not with his innermost thoughts.
 Now. it is q sad thing 10 reflect that if Kelly had not male arrange ments to play eerta zane in | 1 Tennessee town the gate receipts were less than four hundred dollars -,here might have been a happier ending to this story. But for this We might have foll wed Senor Ra- mand Oliyeras to his triumph on the opening day; We might even have h ard twenty thousand voices up lift in a welcome to the Mexican mar vel; but the future is something which even b g-league manager may not see, and the past whispers no warning of the tragedy another sunrise may bring
 To Dick Kelly. sprawled upon two seats II the Pullman. lazily watch ing the panorama ol the Great Smoky mountains sliding by in the distance, theire came Il fain. fore boding of disaster. To Senor Ramon Olyeras. holding three queens, and triumphantly boosting Pickles Bag by's bobtail flush. came not the slight est shadow of fast-approaching ey- ents.
 It would be pleasing to make a wide de;our around the town of Kirbyville-it is not on the map, though the name sounds well-but truth is better than fiction, and cheaper, as all magazine editors know, so there remains nothing but to hasten on to the final chapter and the closing scene in the career of the fated Oliveras.
 The Orphans arrived in kirbyyille at eleven o'clock in the morning. and were driven to the hotel-a rambling wooden structure If the sort so coun,op ap,onU Snutbarn boctaIriac As the ball players alighted from the bus, a sturdy young mulatto who was waiting to help with the bag gage caught sight of the Mexican marvel, whereupon the mulatto start cd slightly, and his mouth fell open Q such an extent that he seemed in danger of losing his chin alt gether.
 Dick Kelly registered the members of his party and the athletes scat tered in all directions. Pickles Bag by and Oliveras went out to pur- chase copies of the home papers, if so be any were to be found in the town; Kelly busted himself with heavy mail and a packet of te!e- grams.
 The mulatto edged over to the desk. and began an intricate study of the names upon the hotel regis ter, spelling them out letter at { me.