Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1915-01-29

lnuslasts, and when Kelly puts one over
she stands up and clinches her fists
ana waves her arms and shouts with
the best OF 'em. She has even bean
known to cry. "Good eye! Good eye,r
Wnen things were at fever heat. The
only really blase individual in the
Dali park is Willie Grimes. who ned.
oles Ice cream cones. For that matter
once saw Willie turn a languid head
to pipe, in his thin voice, give 'em >
dark one. Dutch! Give EN- a dark
Onei"
Well. that will do for the first dash
OF local color. Now for the story.
Ivy Keller came home June 10
from Miss Shont's select school for
young ladies. By June 81 she was
bored limp. You could hardly see the
pialts OF her white tailored shirt waist
Tor fraternity pins and secret society
emDlems, and her bedroom was aDlaze
with college banners and pennants
such an extent that the maid gave
notice every Thursday which was up-
stairs cleaning day.
For two weeks after her return wv
spent most of her time writing letters
and altlng for them, and reading the
classics on the front porch, dressed
IN a MILDLY blouse and a blue skirt.
with her hair done in curly Greek
effect like the girls on the covers of
the Ladies Magazine She posed
against the canvas bosom of the porch
chair with one foot under her, the 9th
er swinging free, showing a tempting
thing in beaded slipper, silk stocking,
and what the story writer's call slim
ankle"
On the second Saturday after her
return her father came home for din
ner at noon, found her deep in volume
two of Les Miserables."
"Whew! This is scorcher!" he ex-
claimed, and dropped down on wick
er chair next to Ivy. Ivy looked at her
father with languid interest and
smiled daughterly smile Ivy's IA
Their was an Insurance man, alderman
of his ward, president of the Civic
improvement club, member of five
lodges, and an habitual delegate 1t
generally was he who introduced dis
tinguished guests who spoke at the
opera house on Decoration day He
called Mrs Keller Mother" and he
wasn't above noticing the fit of gown
on a pretty feminine figure He
thought Ivy was an expurgated edition
of Lillian Russell, Madame De Stael,
and Mrs. Pankhurst.
Aren't you feeling well, Ivy?" he
asked. Looking little pale. It's the
heat, I suppose. Gosh! Something
smells good. Run in and tell mother
I'm here"
Ivy kept one slender finger between
the leaves of her book I'm perfectly
WE'LL, she replied That must be beef
steak and onions. UGH" And she
shuddered. and went indoors.
Dad Keller looked after her thought
fully. Then he went in, washed his
hands, and sat down at table with Ivy
! Ahd her mother.
Just a sliye1' for me, said Ivy, "and
no onions.
Her father put down his knife and
fork. cleared his throat, and spake
thus.
you get on your hat and meet me
at the 2:45 interurban. You're going
to the ball game with me-"
Bali game!" repeated Ivy. Il? But
I'd
YES, you do" interrupted her ia
Their You've been moping around
here looking a cross between Saint
Cecilia and Little Eva long enough.
/ don't care if you don't know a spit
ball from a fadeaway when you see it.
You'll be out in the air all afternoon,
and there'n be some excitement All
the girls go. You'll like it. They re
playing Mashalltown.
Ivy went, looking the sacrificial lamb.
Five minutes after the game was
called she pointed one taper1ng white
finger in the direction of the pitchers
mound.
who's that?" she asked.
pitcher" explained Papa Keller,
Iaconically Then, patiently: He
throws the ball.
oh said Ivy. What did you say
us name was?"
4 didn't say But it's Rude
schlachweiler. The boys call him
Dutch Kind OF a pet, Dutch is"
"Rudie Schlachweileri" murmured
Ivy. dreamily. What strong name!'
"Want some peanuts?" inquired her
father.
Does one eat peanuts at ball
game?"
.It amt hardly legal if you don't
Pa Keller assured her.
1.-TWO sacks" said Ivy. Papa, why
do they call it diamond, and what
are those brown bags at the corners,
and what does it count if you hit the
ball. and why do they rub their hands
Sn the dust and then-er- spit on them.
and what salary does pitcher get.
and why does the red-haired man on
the other side dance around like that
between the second and third brown
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