The Harrison times., 1915-01-30

grand stand with the rest of tho en-
thusiasts, and when Kelly puts one over
she stands up and clinches her fists,
and waves her arms and shouts with
| the best of 'em. She has even been
known to cry, Good eye! Good eye!"
when things were at fever heat. The
only really blase individual in the
ball park is Willie Grimes, who ped
dies ice cream cones. For that matter,
l once saw Willie turn a languid head
to pipe, in his thin voice, Give 'em a
dark one, Dutch Give EN- dark
one!"
Well, that will do for the first dash
of local color. Now for the story.
Ivy Keller came home June 10
from Miss Shonts select school for
young ladies. BY June Il she was
bored limp. You could hardly see the
plaits Of her white tailored shirt waist
for fraternity pins and secret society
| emblems, and her bedroom was ablaze
with college banners and pennants
such an extent that the maid gave
notice every hursday-which was up
stairs cleaning day.
For two weeks after her return Ivy
spent most of her time writing letters
and waiting for them, and reading the
classics en- the front porch, dressed
in MILDLY blouse and a blue skirt,
with her hair done in a 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 a scorcher!" he ex-
claimed, and dropped down on a wick
er chair next to Ivy. Ivy looked at her
father with languid interest and
smiled a daughterly smile. Iyy's fa-
ther was an insurance man, alderman
Of his ward, president of the Civic
Improvement club, member OF FIVE
lodges, and an habtual 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 1T Of gown
on pretty feminine figure, He
thought Ivy was an eXpurgated edition
Of billIan Russell, Madame De Stael,
| and Mrs Pankhurst.
Aren't you feeling well, Ivy?" he
asked, Looking a little pale, It's the
heat, ! suppose Gosh! Something
smells good, Run in and tell mother
| I'm here"
Ivy kept one slender finger between
the leaves of her book. "lm 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
and her mother.
Just a silver 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'i5 lntcurban, You're going
to the ball game with me-"
Ball game" repeated Ivy 81? But
I'd"
"Yes, you do" interrupted her "a.
thor, you've been mopng around
here looking q cross between Saint
Cecilia and Little Eva long enough,
don't care II you don't know q spit
ball from u fNdeaway when you see It.,
You'll be out In the ar all afternoon,
and there'll be some excitement All
the girls 20. You'll like It. They're
playing Mash0lltown"
Ivy went looking the sacrIncial lamb.
Five minutes after the game was
called she pointed one tNperIng white
finger IN the direction Of the pitchers
mound
who's that2" she asked
Pitcher explained Papa Keller,
lOconIcally Thon, patIontlyi "llo
throws the ball"
"Oh," said Ivy What did you say
his name waB~
II didn't say But It's RudIo
Schloohwoilor Tho boys call him
Dutch Kind OF pct, Dutch H."
"Rudlo sehlOohwoIlerl" murmurod
Ivy droamily, What a strong nameI"
Want some peanuts2" inquired her
father,
Does ono eat peanuts at a bail
gamc7'
1T oIn't hardly legal II you don't
Pa Keller assured her,
1.-Two sacks" said Ivy, Papa, why
do they call Il a diamond, and what
are those brown bags at the corners,
and what does II count II you hit the
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