Montpelier examiner. [volume] (Montpelier, Idaho) 1895-1937, 1915-02-26

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 Thursday-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 on the front porch, dressed
in 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 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 scorchern he ex-
claimed, and dropped down on wick
er chair next to Ivy. Ivy looked at her
father with languid interest, and
smiled a 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 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, | 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
well" 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 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 2:45 interurban. You're going
to the ball game with me-"
Ball camel" repeated Ivy. Il? But
I'd"
Yes, you do" interrupted her ia
Their. you've been moping around
here looking cross between Saint
Cecilia and Little Eva long enough.
/ don't care IL you don't know a spit
ball from fadeaway when you see it.
You'll be out in the air all afternoon,
and therell be some excitement. All
the girls 60 You'll like 1t. They're
playing Mashalltown."
Ivy went, looking the sacrifcial lamb
Five minutes after the game was
called she pointed one tapering white
finger in the direction of the pitchers
mound.
Who's that?" she asked
Pitcher" explained Papa Keller
laconically. Then, patiently: He
throws the ball.
oh" said Ivy. What did you say
his name WASP"
Il didn't say. But it's Rude
Schlachweiler. The boys call him
Dutch. Kind Of pet, Dutch is"
"Rudie Schlachweiler!" murmured
Ivy, dreamily What a strong name!'
Want some peanuts?. inquired her
father.
Does one eat peanuts at ball
gamer"
1T amt hardly legal II you don't,
Pa Keller assured her.
Two sacks said Ivy. Papa, why
do they call it diamond. and what
are those brown bags at the corners
and what does 1t count if you hit the
ball, and why do they rub their hands
in the dust and then-er-spit on them
and what salary does a pitcher get
and why does the red-haired man on
the other side dance around like that
between the second and third brown
bag, and doesn't a pitcher do anything
but pitch. and VIII,
You're on" said papa.
After that Ivy didn't miss a game
during all the time that the team
played in the home town. She went
without new hat. and didn't care
whether Jeal Vatican got away with
the goods or not. and forgot whether
you played third hand high or low In
bridge. She even became chummy
with Undine Meyers, who wasn't heI
kind of girl at all. Undine was thir
in voluptuous kind of way, If such
paradox can be, and she had rec
lips. and rowing eye, and she rar
around downtown without a hat more
than was strictly necessary. But Tn
dine and Ivy had two subjects in com
mon They were baseball and love
II is queer how the limelight will make
heroes of US all.
Now Pug" Coulan, who was red
haired, and had shoulders like an OK
and arms that hung down to his knees
like those of an orang-outang, slaugh
tered beeves at the Chicago stool
yards in winter. Ia the summer h,
|, slaughtered hearts. lie wore mustard
eolored shirts that matched his hair
and his baseball stockings general,
had a rip In them somewhere, bu