Evening star., 1922-08-13

,heir rescue fn Miss Patierson's be-
half. it should b. stated that she did
her very best. Nothing could please
a Young girl more lnana romantic.
commission like that. a week passed.
and then another Peewee and his
; ,can4m;.trs were in Salt Lake; Bull
Feeuey was still in Portland. The
following letter came from Miss Pat
tcrsru:
''Desres; Sud:
II can't find any trace Of her. No
one seems To know her address The
ushers say they haven't seen her since
i the Sunday afternoon when We did
/ that foolish thing. Did You know
she was the daughter of very
; famous umpire: No wonder she took
% much interest in the game. II
seems perfectly dreadful TO think Of
u girl on crutches sitting there day
after day watching You boys SO full
of life and health,
, You don't suppose anything could
have happened to her? Some one
! told me she looked terribly frail. II
! there's anything further I can do
| telegraph a: once. DOLLY.
! That letter left its recipients panic
stricken.
, "Didn't Bull say he got her address
! off kid. and sent her some flowers"
asked Rube Ferguson. The thing to
| do now is to get the address off Bull
! Peewee shook his head. How you
! going to do that? Bulls in Portland.
! and. anyway. YOU couldn't get the ad-
dress out of him in million years.
! He's all broke up: he's through. If
| we let on that she don't go 10 the
games no more. that will hurt him
worse than ever"
| "Peewee's right" said Lefty. Next
| week We play at home. and Bull will
! be there. too. We can look him over
!. and see whether he's got the old pep
; back, and if he ain't-why. We'll have
to 60 out and do a little gum shoe
work. SOM OF these club officials
ought to know her
THE days passed uneventfully. The
| teams returned to the st, Clair
grounds. Bull Feeney's assignment
sent him to the same place. They
were very much shocked when they
beheld him.
'sHe ought to lay off, opined Fergu-
ison. The old boy ain't there-no life
no pep. Seems like he was ten years
tolder. l seen him lookin' up at the
stands a little while ago. He sees she
amt in the old seat"
Maybe she's sittin' somewhere
else" Peewee suggested. IAN of u.
oughta give the crowd the once
lover"
! They tried to follow out this idea
but all they succeeded in doing wa,
to lose the game. and Brick McGov'
ern was driven to vigorous protests
Their efforts at sleuthing were jus'
as unproductive. Then one Sunday
afternoon, in the last game of the
series. the drama climaxed swiftly.
Bull Feency was umpiring on th'
bases and all through the game GER
tain players We're aware that his con
dition was very bad.
i What do you figure that guy i:
doing:" asked Ferguson. "wednesday
he was lookn' pretty good. ! though
everything was jake again. He wa.
kiddin' with me, and seemed to have
all his pep back. Yesterday he looked
bad, but this afternoon he's white a:
ghost. Brick was tellin' me tha
Bull tried to beg off workin'. but or
. account Of his partner being new
they wouldn't stand for it. I tell you
he's weak as cat"
.Ht's the heat" said Peewee. ''Al
them fleshy guys suffer in the heat"
"Ye-ah, but this one, amt ever
, sweatin'. You watch Bull tryin' tt
cut across the diamond on play a
third, He runs like he was drunk.
wonder IL he's hittin' the old bother
Il Hes calling the plays too good fo'