Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1915-07-01
"LITTLE SUNSET"
The Apaohes Ran Into Hard Luck Like Tornado Ball
Clubs often WGJ-Litte Sunset Does HIS Share
By Falling Sick-The Game.

of land company. Gus read the letter
three times before he approached Myers.
II guess l got to get away for few
days" said he.
"What?" said Myers. with this series
coming on and all?'
II got letter here about some land"
said Gus. II should go see about it,
Yes, but think of the club" said the
manager. you know we've got to stop
these fellows or lose first placel Couldn't
you write or telegraph
This is important; it's lot of money"
said Bergstrom.
to us to keep the club in 'front.'" said
Myers hotly Now, l want to be fair
with you, Gus, and I'll tell you what
we'll do. You telegraph them and stave
this off until this next series is over,
and then, If you have to go, all right.
| Why, these folks would lynch me If 1
let you off now"
1t never occurred to Gus Bergstrom
that he might do as he pleased. He had
been playing baseball for 10 years, obey
ing team managers off the field and team
captains when on the diamond. Habit
drove him back to his locker. where he
scowled as he read the letter a fourth
time.
Your immediate attention is neces-
baTy, IL balu, ana buS BTOWleu uNueT
his breath as he removed his collar and
tie. Brick Jones hurried in, unscrewing
his diamond stud as he came, for Brick
was late.
Here's a swell business!" said Jones
querulously. the kids sick-good and
sick. Had to have doctor for him this
morning!"
whats the matter? What's he got2"
came the chorus.
who did you leave with him?" asked
Bergstrom.
DOC says it's fever of some sort"
said Jones, answering piecemeal. TEN
perature's away up; out Of his head half
the time, and nutty as a Loom"
you got him a nurse?" demanded
Bergstrom.
why, O. courser' said Brick. zone of
the Niger bell hops is taking care of
him. The doc said said 1t wasn't going
to be serious, Just some kid trouble or
other. oh. yes, Gus! He sent you a
message. Tell the big Swede pal of
mine. he says, that If he doesn't hit
500 in this series, I'll never speak to him
againr"
Bergstrom paused with his street trous-
ers in his hands.
Tough luck! he said. THE kid
wouldn't have missed this series for any
thing. II it's only fever, he can eat
fruit. eh. Brick2 I take him some after
the camel"
At 1 o'clock that afternoon John wes-
ley. very. small in big double bed
tossed and heaved and fretted at SYM
pathetic black bell boy.
They're on the field now" whined the
sufferer. wen pitch Mesmer; it's his
turn. Boyl Go down and see what the
batteries are! Gee Talk about your
rotten luck Amt this the"
The negro attendant shook his head
and cluoked his reproof.
"M-m-m-m-ff!" said he. How you ex-
peot 10 win any ball games when you
talk like that? Don't you know If you
ouss you catch no fish2''
Out at the ball park there was trouble
The Renegades took the Jump" on their
old rivals, and scored one run in the
first inning. Then for seven innings the
Apaehes fought for a tie with a left
handler whom they could not hit. In
the eighth inning, after a great deal OF
perspiration, a touch of heart failure on
the part of the fans. some baseball luck
and a singing line drive to the centre
feld fence the Apaches forged into the
lead by a score OF two TO one.
The home team had been lighting
doggedly and without noise, but when
their second run came across, the Apache
bench burst into a medley OF yells and
taunts,
Bergstrom was the only man who re-
mained silent. He had not spoken three
words during the afternoon. The phrase
about his Immediate attention" kept
running through his head. 1t never oc-
CURED to Gus that he had not fully ex-
planned the matter to Myers; all that
he remembered was that the manager
had refused 10 let him go and that he
might lose several thousands of dollars
more than his whole seasons salary, II
took BeFgstrom all OF eight innings 10
arrive at the full realization of his dis
content, for his brain had never been
able to keep pace with his arms and
legs.
sullen. angry, ripe for mutiny, Berg