Evening star., 1922-08-13


pink roses to her breast" Why
should she. kimono-clad. SIT, SO long
THAT night repeating over aud. ceve,
again. ..s-:.s, .,si...t.s.-s,~s, ~
"He's just seen me sitting there.
-. He doesn't know Sabourt; the
esut clres He doesn't. - He
doesn't And don't want to ii"e-1
don't.
a =
\ II, if Bull only had sense enough
to ask Toolie-wooIie for the eAac;
: address. Instead his mex. letter went
: to Box 34l, where ii was extracted by
Miss Dorothy Patterson and forward J.
ed to Brother Peewee in Portland
according to instructions. Patterson
summoned the board Of strategy, and
! It's members went into session III ms
hotel room. Peewec read the missive
aloud:
"'Dear Doris:
IL was an awful boob al! right,
rot to have recognized you before
this. but everything is 0. *. now.
AS soon as you told me where you sii'
| knew it was the same little sWeeue
that had been lamping all along
only l couldn't remember just then
| where l had seen you before. ] got
| kid to trail you home. and he got
your name off the corner grocer. SO
! | sent some flowers, and l will sure
call when l get back.
1.-The last time I met you. me and
your father was working in the
worlds series at Chicago. Jim was
i one swell umpire and il sure busted
F, me all up when l heard about him
| getting killed. He was always taIkln
F.; about you and showing me your let
| ters. You look a lot like him. only
of course lot prettier. I mean II
| / ain't never seen anyone who couio
| come up to you for class. The boys
/ all have noticed you and they Will be
| wild to think that l have copped you
off. though Of course like me, they
didn't know about the crutches. OF
about you being so bad hurt.
| "Now, sweetie, want you TO know
| that them crutches don't mean moth
| ing to me at all. only I hate TO set
| YOU looking so pale and weak. Yol
leave it to old Bull to fix things al
! take, honey. got one of the grand
est mothers in the world. and I'll sent
for her right away. Then l got {
! cabin UP in the mountains on tim
her claim, and it's the prettlest ant
bealthiest spot In the world. Me ane
| mother will take care Of you. sweetie
| and We'll make your cheeks just lik'
them pink roses on your hat.
! "'Babe, your letter sure has mad'
tho world look a lot different. ! dom
aet no more fun out Of riding tn
ulayers or the crowd, or handing ou
,the f1nes, because I realize now tina
most all the boys are married ant
have wives or kids. or else they go
some little sweetie, only they'll neve
h.ye none as nice as the one that
got.
$50, honey, Jus, you take goo
care of yourself-and wait for oil
| Bull to make things come out al
tight. You amt no more crazy abou
line than ! am about you.
I "I guess l will close now. Sweetie
YOU won't have to use them crutche
nuch when I'm around, because II
carry you. That's the kind of a gu:
am.
"'Yours truly.
| "'Bull Feeney.'"
4 y 4
nEEwEE PATTERSON slowly. folde
up the letter. For full minut
the silence was golden. Finally Rub
Ferguson tilted back in his chair an
sighed profoundly.
i There it goes!" he commented
There goes your. old ball game! r
tell the world that's cumming 1t up tn
prettiest I ever seen. Say. who starte
this thing?"
Don't look at me-" protested Pee
|, wee. I'VE was all in on It. What
want to know is. how come Bull to 81