The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1920-05-27

/ the eccentric left-hander. He told him
he must face Washington again the
next day-and bring home the bacon.
The pennant was at stake!
"'You will be hero If you win"
urged Ford, pointed out by everybody
as the man who pitched the Giant-kill-
ers to another championship. But if
|. you lose. why--you'n be nobody"
Meanwhile, James Winton Shute
was giving orders to Ernest Steadman,
just as the secretary of the treasury
would have. directed the chief of the
secret service.
"You mustn't lose sight of Barney
one instant! If he insists on drinking,
start row, and get locked up-the
both of you. Well bail you out, but
only in time to get from City hall to
the park in taxi. Seer
Ernest Steadman slowly nodded his
head 81 have been every place but in
jail with Barney" The keeper was a
man of few words.
That night Iris Ford slept badly.
Being younger and having done big
mans work out O. doors, Win Shute
slept like a babe-the kind of kid you
/ read about. Naturally Iris awOke
| with feeling of depression, as If the
| Giant-killers weren't going to get the
days breaks. But Shute jumped out
| of bed singing: To-day we win the
bunting!" = Which goes to prove that
premonitions are closely allied to the
morning after"
At two o'clock that fateful after
noon, when the last man left the lock-
er-room for the field, Barney Larkfn
and Ernest Steadman had not report
ed at the park. For an hour, by or
der of iris Ford, President Benn's
limousine had been rushing about like
| hack on election day, searching
everywhere for the missing pair. In
| the business Office the clubs secretary
| had the telephone directory before
him, open at SALOONS and Cafes" and
one after another the proprietors were
called, beginning with Aiello, Michele,
and ending with Zbytnieski, Julian.
Neither Michele nor Julian, not to
mention the rum purveyors occupying
the more intermediate portions of the
alphabetical directory, had seen the
cratic Barney or his slow-going con-
voy.
On another telephone, Win Shute,
| marring the oak furniture with his
| spikes, was calling the various police
| stations. He remembered his final in
structions to Steadman and was look
| ing for results. But Larkin was not
| behind the bars-nOt yet. AS place
of last resort, John Benn suggested
| that some one telephone the mOrgue
Some one did: ''No one answering the
description ~
| "He's made his getaway" said Iris
Ford, there's nothing to that" The
game was played with Cummins and
Arrow in the points. Washington
| won.
iris Ford left the grounds with
face as long as rainy spell in April.
But Win Shute was cheerful. An hour
later he telephoned the manager:
white Sox lose! Pennant's ours.
Hoo-ray!
81 know it-but what d'you s'pose
has become of Barney?" were Ford's'
words Already his quick mind was
| looking ahead-to the big battle for
the worlds emblem.
"He'll show up tomorrow-stop wor-
>Rting and hug yourself tonight" coun-
| seled Shute.
"Well, appreciate your grand work,
Win-on and off the field,'' said Iris.
Next morning before ten o'clock, his
| eye bright, his complexion clear. his
step elastic, Barney Larkin turned up
| at the park. He grinned as he re-
marked:
ave won the flag, sure enough; am
I right?"
"Where you been?" growled John
| Bonn, son of the clubs president.
Upstate answered Barney uncon-
cernedly.
"What the devil you been doing?
Fishing"
"Fishing-this time of year?"
Didn't catch nothing"
you'll catch something when Iris
sets eyes on you."
"Mebbe."
Barney took the most comfortable
chair In the room. bit off a generous
| chew of tobacco then picked up last
| nights pink extra, and began labori-
! ously to spell out the FLASHES from
| the Diamond"
Elsewhere Ernest Steadman was ex-
| planning to his mentor, James Winton
Shute. It appeared that Barney had
/ developed robust thirst, which would
| not be denied. Lacking confidence In
! the 1ail as haven, the worried keeper,
! drawing heavily on his meager ina
! gination, had faxed the story Of q mar
| yelous trout pond up state. In the
crisis he conjured up such remarka-
| BILE picture OF the pond, which was
| .Iousy with trout as he expressed it. 4
| that Barney was seized with a sudden