Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-11-09


tinued, that when you die and go to hell you
won't find an imp with little selfrespect as
to play with you l know who is back OF you
and I'VE GOT YOU, WILLIAMS
You're going to pitch to-days game, and
you're going to win it. If you don't win it, III
tell the crowd you were bribed, and I'll let
the crowd handle you, and I'll help em"
You won't do anything to me If I VIM"
pleaded the pitcher.
mo, won't do thing to you" said Clancy,
coldIy, as he left the room and locked the door.
Swanson was standing in the hall. swan
son. commanded the manager Williams IS
locked in my room. You'll watch the door II
he breaks out kill him
CHAPTER XVIII.
Betty at the Wheel.
whats all this fuss?" asked the police cap
tain, alarmed by Feehan's threat.
You'd better get down to the station and
get that man out" said Feehan, cor you'll have
this sheet all over you. I'm going higher
now
Feehan called the residence of the Mayor.
There was no response to the repeated jangling
of the telephone. After half hours fruitless
work, sleepy voice finally spoke drowsy
hello"
Feehan recognized the Mayors voice Your
honor" he said, this is Feehan, the baseball
writer I've been searching for Mccarthy.
He's in the North Ninetieth street station held
without being booked. I've been trying to get
him for hours so that he can join the team"
What charger" demanded the Mayor,
sharply
mo charge He is being held to keep him
from playing. If he doesn't catch this morn
ing's train the pennant is lost"
Here's where I make a pinch hit, then"
said the Mayor
He's a baseball FAM" was the only explana-
ton Feehan offered as he slammed down the
receiver.
He then called Betty Tabor. We've found
him." he informed her. Hes at the North
Ninetieth street station. Arrange to have
car there to rush him to the railroad station
the moment he is released"
I'll drive myself" shouted Betty. THE
manager of the hotel has a splendid car. I'll
get him to the train on time. Goodbye"
Kohinoor Mccarthy, emerging from the fetid
atmosphere of the station, was met by era
mer Hurry Mccarthy he commanded.
There's a car waiting for you. Hurry"
Kohinoor entered the car, hardly able to see
after the darkness Of the CELL He did not
notice that a woman was driving. Not until
the machine was purring swiftly through the
streets did he recognize his chauffeur"
Betty" he gasped.
I'VE are four miles from the station" she
explained, without commenting on the fact that
he had for the first time called her other than
Miss Tabor" I'VE have eight minutes to do
it in"
The car was splendid, and Betty daring
driver Corners were taken on two wheels.
She wormed her way through traffic jams in
wonderful style At racing speed she turned
into the station.
A reporter had bought McCarthy's ticket.
He was waiting at the gate with them. The
train was slowly steaming out.
Run" he shouted to Kohinoor. The player
sprinted. He did not have time to bid Betty
goodbye But as he gained speed, did the
train, and before the train had left the shed
Mccarthy saw that his race was hopeless
Dejectedly he turned back to the gate
mo chance" he said to Betty, mournfully
as she greeted him. I'm 2S5 miles away from
the club, and there's not another train"
There is chance" she said calmly. It'll
drive you," and she pointed to the big car,
cranked and purring.
Betty, he Wueu ne udQ seLLeQ
himself beside her in the front seat, How can
1 ever thank you?"
"By calling me Miss Tabor. and winning the
game" she said as she threw the machine into
the high" and it Numbered on
He was fairly stihed by the speed at which
they travelled. He was fairly overcome by the
sense of obligation and his love for the beau
tiful girl who was risking her life to take him
TO the ball grounds time.
Three hours they had been speeding.
Hadn't you better rest You must be tired -
he screamed. 81 wish 1 could help you"
You'll need all your strength for the game +"
was her only reply.
Bad roads were encountered. Their progress
was slowed. The girl complained of cramped
arms and as they rested, he rubbed them, feel
ing a thrill of pleasure in this intimate con-
tact.
Seven miles from the grounds good roads
again were reached They had but ten minutes
to spare. We've made it," cried the girl ten
minutes later she stopped at the grandstand
entrance.
Betty" began Kohinoor
Hurry" she commanded.
He rushed to the clubhouse. On the way
he encountered Bill Tascott, the umpire
Don't start Che game for few minutes