The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1915-04-25
wrest our laurels from us!" asked

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when? Not this season" she in
quired quickly. betraying knowledge
of his record that surprised and
pleased him. "Mr. Wayne, was at the
Polo Grounds on June fifteenth"
Her white hand lightly touched the
Princeton pin at her neck. Wayne
reused suddenly out of his trance. The
girl was d Princeton girl! The CLEAN
of her golden hair, the fash of her
blue eyes. became clear in sight.
ann very pleased to hear it," he
replied
at was a great game, Mr.. Wayne.
and you may we'll be proud of your
part in winning it. I shouldn't be sur
prised if you treated the Salisbury
team to the same coat of whitewash.
We girls are up in arms. Our boys
stood fair chance to win this game,
but now there's a doubt. BY the way,
are you acquainted in Bellvillc:"
mo. met Reed, the Bellvillc cap
tain. in New York this week He had
already gotten an extra pitcher--an-
other ringer-for this game, but he
said he preferred me, if it could be
arranged"
| While conversing. Wayne made
note of the fact that the other girls
studiously left him to Miss Huling.
II the avoidance had not been so
marked, he would never have thought
of it.
"Mr. Wayne, if your word is not
involved-will you change your mind
and pitch tomorrow's game for us in
stead of Bellville?"
Quit" amazed, Wayne turned
squarely to look at Miss Huling. In
stead of disarming his quick suspicion,
her cool, sweet voice, and brave, blue
eyes confirmed it. The charms of the
captains sister were to be used to
win him away from the Bellville nine
He knew the trick; it had been played
upon him before.
But never had any other such oc-
casion given him feeling of regret
This case was different. She was the
girl. And she meant to f1irt with him,
to use her eyes for all they were
worth 10 encompass the Waterloo Of
the rival team.
No, he had made a mistake after
all-she was not the real girl. Sud-,
denly conscious of little shock of
pain, he dismissed that dream girl
from his mind. and determined to
meet Miss Huling halfway in her
game He could not firt as we'll as he
: could pitch; still, he was no novice.
. well, Miss Huling, my word GER
tainly is not involved. But as to pitch
ing for Salisbury-that depends"
Upon WHAT"
I Upon what there is in it."
"Mr. Wayne, you mean-money?
Oh, l know. My brother Rex told me
: how you college men are paid big
sums. Our association will not give a
dollar, and, besides, my brother
knows nothing of this. But we girls
are heart and soul on winning this
game. WE'LL"
Miss Huling, didn't mean re-
Enumeration in sordid cash." inter
rupted Wayne, in tone that height
ened the color in her cheeks.
Wayne eyed her keenly with min
gled emotions. Was that rose-leaf
flush in her checks natural? Some
girls could blush at will. Were the
wistful eyes, the earnest lips. only
shammingo 1t cost him some bitter
ness to decide that they were. Her
beauty fascinated, while it hardened
him. Etcrnally, the beauty of women
meant the undoing of men, whether
they played the simple, inconsequen-
tial game of baseball, or the great, alb
sorbinS, mutable game of life.
The shame of the situation for him
was increasingly annoying, inasmuch
as this lovely girl should stoop to
Irritation with a stranger, and the
samc time draw him, allure him, de-
spite the apparent insincerity.
Miss Huling, I'll pitch your game
for two things" he continued.
Name them"
"Wear Yale blue in place OF that
orange black Princeton pin"
Il will" She said it with shy
ness, 4 look in her eyes that made
Wayne vince. What a perfect little
actress! But there seemed just a
chance that this was not deceit. For
an instant he wavcred, held back by
subtle, finer intuition; then he beat
down the mounting influence of truth
in those dark-blue eyes. and spoke de-
libcrately:
"Thc other thing is-if | win the
game-a kiss"
Dorothy Huling's face famed scar
let. But this did not affect Wayne SO
deeply, though it showed him his
mistake. as the darkening shadow of
disappointment in her eyes. If she
had hem a ART che would have beec