The Lamar register., 1916-07-12
RAIN CHECK
sy CATHERINE cRANmER.

In baseball, Eleanor, said ROBERT one
morning at breakfast. year after
their marriage. Since the big leagues
got down to machine work this year.
they are doing some stunts. believe
me-"
Just imagine any ladylike woman
being interested in baseball" said his
wife decidedly. I've always felt sure
that Anne Tompkins Just pretends
to like 1t because Jack Farley is such
R-what do you call it-fan?"
MOT on your life! Baseball is about
as free from followers who merely
pretend to like II as anything under
the sun
Before Eleanor had time to reply
Robert was fumbling in one after an
other OF his pockets Finally he
smiled In a relieved way as he drew
out a small piece OF blue cardboard
which even to Eleanor was recogniz-
able as the portion of a ticket retained
by seat holder. Il had an anxious
moment then, for ! didn't remember
where l put my rain check"
What is a rain check? Let me see
it," said Eleanor. holding out her hand
so you got rsined out yesterday
did your"
No; the day before. and I've Just
got = hunch tina, there'I be some
great hurling and hitting this after
noon. I'm sorry you don't take any
interest in the game" AS an after
thought. apparently. he added. "A lot
of women do"
After Robert had gone whistling out
OF the front door. Eleanor stood by
tho dining.room window and gazed out
at the gay nasturtiums blooming in
window boxes. but she was not even
conscious OF their brilliant colors. She
was thinking that Robert left her with
the air OF one who goes out to find
what he likes rather than of one who
leaves behind that which he likes
most. and she didn't relish the possi-
bility.
Then she picked up the morning pa
per and went into the living room.
With a determined air she turned
through the paper until she found the
sporting page.
After plodding through many part
graphs of which she understood moth
ing. she finally found a comparatively
lucid paragraph giving the place. the
starting time and the personnel Of the
players for that afternoons game. She
remembered that Roberts rain check
had borne, this inscription: Box No.
20. 81"
That afternoon. about the time the
game began Eleanor. timid but trim
In = blue serge suit and sailor hat, re-
quested the ticket seller to assign her
10 q seat slightly in the rear OF box 80.
All fear OF being conspicuous in that
crowd left Eleanor. for she soon saw
that the slouching giants out on the
teld were the only individuals who
were being noticed She discovered
Robert and three other men seated
directly below her q few rows distant
Something decisive must have hap
pened on the diamond Just then, for
thousands OF enthusiastic young men
and hundreds OF dignifed older ones
rose to their feet and yelled like
Comanches waving their arms wildly.
Robert was standing and cheering and
talking excitedly to his companions.
Presently big fellow at the bat
knocked a ball that shot like a great
white bullet up into the air and then
seemed to take its own time to fall
into the eager hands OF the outfielder
at the farthest side OF the grounds.
and while II scared the big fellow ran
as II life were the stake. and the
crowds yelled frantically until he
stopped on third base. Eleanor
clenched her hands and sat tense. as
she felt thrilling shiyer in her spine
and realized for the first time that the
yelling fans about her were not
maniacs.
One morning at breakfast. a month
later, Eleanor was daintily pretty in a
lavender negligee, and Robert looked
admiringly at her
VIII you be my beau today, sir?"
she asked, with a smile.
For luncheon? With pleasure.
madam"
Not for luncheon only" she replied
but for the whole afternoon"
What is It? A country club blow
out? Couldn't we make It some other
day? There's a peach of double
header to come on this afternoon"
81 know 1t, and that's where want
you to take me"
But, Eleanor, dear, you'd be bored