South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1919-07-20
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Bill Bakers ROn1anCeS
By A. Maria Crawford

markable mind 10 remember the /
great events of American history
for that game with Harwood had 4
been experimenting. Bill Baker 1
had set a precedent. Since that 4
tine. Harwood had never scored on /
The team from his old alma mater I
and many people had intimated that !
the memory OF that awful thrashing |
had succeeded in establishing an
unconquerab fear in the hearts Of
the Harwood crowd
Funny thing that you would re-
member me all this time" said
Bill. trying 10 make his voice sound
matter of fact and steady.
Its not funny at ALL" exclaimed
Mildred Martin. Il was in love
with the captain Of the Horwo God
team and I was so disappointed
that I cried. The Harwood boys ali
conceded that you held your line
just like a stone wall. I recall quite
distinctly that you passed right by
me when the boys carried you off
the field on their shoulders.
have always been fair. and even If
you did lead the enemy's team 10
victory, 1 could not help but admire
the way you played. So 1 waved 10
you. and one OF the Harwood boys
said something sarcastic about girls
always going off after the winning
fellows" Mildred laughed. crink
ling up the corners of her blue eyes
as she smiled at him.
Il must have been blind not to
see you" said Bill Baker, inwardly
bemoaning the fact that he had
failed 10 grasp the great romantic
movement in his life but glad that a
kind fate had given his another
chance. 1T is fine TO know you at
last" The admiration in his eyes
was unmistakable and Mildred.
flushing looked down at the white
cloth and the yellow chrysanthe-
NUNS that ornamented the table
Where do you live?" asked Bill
Baker abruptly.
we have a place at Hampstead.
about 40 miles from here"
Hampstead? Why, I've got a
cousin up there. I'll look her up,
been meaning to do IL for a long
time" said Bill laughingly.
THE hunting is fine" said Mil
! dred Martin. Plenty Of quail this
year"
How about hunting for deer up
there" questioned Bill Baker, his
sriling eyes on hers.
1T has been done"
Successfully?
That depends on the hunters
viewpoint" returned Mildred eng
matically.
Bill Baker took her check and
added it to his account How glad
! he would be to pay for her meals
always. he thought happily.
When am going to see you
again." asked Bill eagerly as she
pulled on her gloves.
{ Come up any time. There is my
husband at the door now. We would
love TO have you. Come and talk
over old times, I married Jim Mar
! tin, captain of the Harwood team.
the year you beat them so. You
must see our two youngsters-they
are promising football material.
] Good bye! Well be so glad TO see
You any time"
Bill rubbed his chin meditatively.
Romantic moments? Thrills? They
We're such stuff as dreams are made
Of
Hey, Bill" called a friendly new
conner at the next table THE widow
from Texas is arriving today to Wis
it my sister again. Hope we'll see
you at the house often"
Bill Bakers eyes frightened per
cepibly. "Sarest thing you know.
I'll be there tonight. She's the incest
little girl ever knew. Me for a wild
ow every time, They understand
how to treat a fellow"
Then Bill Baker threaded his way
through the room, stopping before
a long mirror at the door. He
Strengthened his tie with mathe.nat-
ical precision and pulled his gray
felt hat on adjusting it at a mos
disturbing angle before he went
out.