Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1920-02-02
conR1E AND HIS OTHER FELLOW

CoIkxklI AM AAAo
The touring car rolled slowly
through the October leaves rustlins
and swirling down the road IN 1oVla'
wind-eddies. came up to a knoil per
side the field, and stopped. Inc
driver turned in, his seat to race tne
two. occupants of the tonneau, push.
ing his goggles up o the Inc OIL
his fair hair.
Look" he urged eagerly. Look
at the pitcher of our home team.
There. Just crossing the diamond
it's q new inning"
"It's not the first baseball game
you've brought us out to see, Cor
RE-" observed Mr.. Thomas Rose. set
ting his own goggles on his cap above
the line of his reddish-gray hair. rs
it, my gtrl?"
His daughter laughed, shaking her
small head in its crimson hood and
glancing roguishly at hcr brother.
Nor the twenty-f1rst. papa" she
amplifed.
see the game, but the pitcher" the
boy protested. Hes a new one; you
never saw him before. Look"
"Why?'
Because I want you to-"
Flavia Rose obediently turned her
gaze toward the players, and upon
the Indicated man it halted, arrest
ed.
"Oh!" she exclaimed under her
breath, and sat still.
The .men were in their places, alert
in poised expectation, the attention
of the whole field concentrating up
on the central figure of the pitcher
at whom the young girl also looked
A slim, straight statue he stood dur
ing a full moment. then slowly raised
of supple grace and ease. The aft.
ernoon struck across his wind
rufflcd brown hair and smiling face
as he gave a brief nod to the catchei
and dropped his arm with a 1.-the
swift movement and turn Of hi.
whole body. The white ball sho'
across. swerving almost at the plate
and crashed into the catcher's mitt.
He's got speed!" Mr.. Rose APP
proved loudly, standing UP in the car
That's pitching! Who's your friend
Corwin B.?"
His son did not answer, The bal
was back in the pitchers hands
again he "a lifting--his arms in thu
pose his physical beauty mad,
classic. There was repeated the -quicl
nod, the abruptly swift movement
and. the ball sped across, dropping
oddly. ~.
Strike two!" was called,
Amid the applause and shouts o.
encouragement, FYavia, laid her small
urgent hand on her brothers. Aeevc
"Corric. who is he? 2tTe1ia us
please" af+ ~
,ly.
I, DO you remember the Beach
twenty-four-hour race, last summer
where I finished third? DO you re.
member how I told YOU about the big
machine for two hours ahtil result
hold the wheel again myseft?" fs
"Of course" 2Nf'
Strike three-ycu're OUT" rara
Joyous shouts Interrupted speech.
well. then, that's who"
That's. Gerard, playing hal!?' in
iterrogated Mr.. Rose. i%ncredulous
What for? Lost his racing job?'
Laughing. Corrie shook his head.
NO, sir! Gerard is a member OF
the Mercury automobile compan,
and has their western factory and al
that en&o of the business in his hands
He races the Mercury car because hs
loves the work and because no ono
else "a do it so we'll. No: practice
for the Cup race opens tomorrow
and he's here on Long Island 70,
that. But the pitcher Of our homo
team put his arm out of business YES.
terday. and Gerard offered to pitcf
for this game. He knows ~everybod,
here-he always knows everybod,
everywhere, he's that kind. And i
want to ask him to dinner" he con.
! cluded irrelevantly..
Mr.. Rose scanned the field for f;
flying ball, as a sharp crack announc
ed the first hit.
Staying out here. or going in t,
the city each day." he inquired.
Hes staying in Jamaica, SIR"
! Then you'd best ask him to sto,
at your house until the race come.
of, or he'll wreck his machine from