The Harrison times., 1915-02-06

SQ9 SlauuS up anu CllnCQeS neT uSIS,
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
dark one, Dutch! Give EN- a 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 2l 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 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 a 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 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 daughterly smile, Iyys ia
ther was an insurance man, alderman
Of his ward, president Of the Civic
Improvement club, member Of hye
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 billian Russell Madame De Stael,
and Mrs. Pankhurst.
Aren't you feeling well, Iyy?" he
asked, Looking little pale, It's the
heat, | suppose, Gosh Something
smells good, Run in and tell mother
Pm 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 a silver for me" said Ivy, "and
no onions"
Her father put down his knife and
fork cleared his throat, and spOko
thus;
"You get on your hat and meet me
at the 2'ij intorurban, You're going
to the ball game with me-"
"Ball camel" repeated Ivy 81? But
I'd"
"Yos, you do" interrupted her ia,
thor you've been mopng around
here looking n cross between Saint
Cecilia and Little Eva long enough,
| don't care If you don't know u spit
ball from fNdoNwNy when you see II,
You'll be out in the aIr all afternoon,
and theroll be some excitement, All
the girls go. Youll like IT, They're
playing Mashalltown"
Ivy went looking the sacrIncIal lamb,
Five minutes after the game was
called she pointed one tOpering whIto
finger IN the direction Of the pitchers
mound,
who's that" she asked
pitcher" explained Papa Keller,
laconIcally Thon, patiently; "lle
throws the ball"
"Oh," said Ivy What did you say
his name waB2"
81 didn't say Hut It's RudIo
schlachwoIcr Tho boys call him
Dutch Kind OF q pet, Dutch H."
"Rudle sehlaehwelorI" murmuFod
Ivy, dreamlly, What strong nameI"
want some peanuts2" inquired her
father,
Docs one eat peanuts at a bail
gamc2"
"lt amt hardly legal II you don't
Pa Keller assured her,
"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
ball and why do they rub their hands
IN the dust and en-er-spt on them,
md what aalaFy dnpa "A DitohpP got