The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1920-07-08

| quietly. I'll see Sir George ClaughtOn
at once"
| Iris Ford looked puzzled.
"The British ambassador to Italy,"
explained John Bismer. "Great crick-
eter in his day-he'n take keen in
terest in this case"
"Tell him if. he'll help us out with
Mansel I'll acknowledge that American
baseball came from English cricket!"
you're a born diplomat" was the
ambassadors compliment.
'That's strange-for happen to be
an Irishman."
iris Ford thought it a good joke;
If Win Shute marveled at sight of
Iris Ford waiting on the quay at Ma
pies. the manager OF the Chandeliers
| returned the compliment and opened
| his mouth in establishment For James
Winton Shute, quite evidently in the
best of health, did not disembark
| alone!
On his arm, glancing up at him in
| perfect trust, was a timid, sweet-faced
woman of middle age, whose wistful
| eyes confessed that she had been
| weeping. She was treated with kind
of gallant Difference enjoyed only by
the mother of a particularly attrac-
| tive daughter.
| Win Shute bOwled iris Ford over
with his effusiveness. "How are you,
old boy? Tickled pink to see you!
Le'me introduce you to Mrs. Leonard
Mrs Leonard, Mr.. Carlingford-isn't
| this sky some blue !"-all before Iris
! Ford could get in word. Incidental
| ly, Win Shutc had never said "Carling-
| ford" ON any other occasion. Pulling
| the manager aside, while Mrs. Leonard
obediently examined the sky once
again, Win whispered: "My names
James,. W. Janes-rememberl Ex-
plain later"
Getting the sign. iris Ford nodded.
"When's the next train to Romeo"
asked Win, smiling significantly upon
Mrs. Leonard.
/ 81 don't know exactly" answered
Ford.
"Must start at once" announced
Win.
"W-h-a-t for?" iris Ford could not
suppress his curiosity entirely.
ITO see the American ambassador"
The managers face frightened.
Hes here-on the dock-waiting
for
Win scowled.
flor an American he has to
meet" completed Ford.
"After he sees his friend-whoever
he is-have the ambassador look us
up at the Excelsior-that's the top
notch hotel, isn't ft?"
"Mebbe it u.s." acknowledged Ford.
I'm stopping there"
"On our way" ordered Win, rather
arbitrarily. But he winked at iris
Ford.
"Tll Join you there in-half an
hour" said the manager "after I've
arranged with the ambassador. Say
John Bismer's all right. Why-he's
a real fan"
But Win Shute was hurrying away
out of range Of the human ear. With
Mrs. Leonard he ratified off in QUE
horse victoria fortified by a taxi-fare
register. That's why he didn't see
the wireless operator of the Co'onia
taken from the ship and paroled in
the custody Of the British ambassador.
At the time agreed Iris Ford
knocked at the door of S. w. James
for so James Winton Shute was regis
tered at the hotel in Naples. "Shal
we talk here?" Ford asked, cor go to
my roOm?"
"Here-Mrs. Leonard is across the
hail."
"Say-who's this Mrs. Leonard and
what's the game?" demanded iris
Ford. "You didn't wise up to it, but
the American ambassador was down
on that dock looking for you"
Honest? Are you next to the am
bassadOr?" Win Shute asked eagerly.
Sure I am. The president of the
United States has released him to
me: There was a matchless smile. /
''Fine business! Now you can help
me get Miss Leonard out of trouble"
''Miss Leonardo daughter-
'Only daughter-only girl" Wins
eyes cleaned. Then catching the look
of understanding on Iris FOrd's face,
half humorous, half glad, he blushed
-blushed as a bush Lacquer some
times does when returning to the
bench after his first safe hit
"You haven't been signed. have
your" asked the manager.
''Not yet" confessed Win, suppress
ing the inevitable sigh. "But I'd sign
in a minute if she'd offer me a con-
tract-contract with a reserve clause
for life," he announced boldly.
Then he told all about it. ending
with the why and the wherefore Of his
incognitO OF as. w. James,"
''She'n never care for me a second
when she knows I'm a professional
ball player. She's a dead swell" Win
exuded gloom with every syllable.
IF she won't have you," said iris
Ford, "you wouldn't have her." This
was not an Irishism.
"TriS-fha uncIad lad with tho how,