Evening star., 1922-08-13

just the old one cleaned up and
pressed Has Lefty showed up YETI
=. ."He. cop,s. in "a little while .aEo.Eand
FL say beg aslenoekeut. DonStS Anys
body fo1k up there, or you'lis Queer
lit Wait "A minute: Bulls going to
ths. AatjeSEisaaswaseh 'asms'
Ts..t h$ Nfs9Rg OF the Cmps faced the
grandstand. For the first time in the
memory Of those who watched him
eagerly there was nothing bellig-
erent in his manner. His voice was
as gentle as he could make il. his
demeanor respectful. his broad
shoulders drawn back heroically and
his face directed at some one in the
audience sitting" to the right Of the
home plate
'.Lefty'.. hanaEsrch,ef- must be
going" warbled -Peewee. 'Bufl's
tipping his cap! / ask yon simple
question: Amt this the richest YOU
ever secn?'
How were they to know that Bull
Feeney had eyes for only one person
in the whole audience. and that she
was at leas, fifty feet from where
the gorgeously arrayed Lefty Carroll
was waving one of Miss Dorothy Pat
terson's very best haRdkerchiefs?
How were they to know that the
King of the Umps had bribed bat
boy to trail a certain young lady to
her home and report back that
evening?
lr FAVE the bull baiters to their
- abysmal ignorance. and consider
only Bull Feeney. one hour before
train time, chatting in the hotel lobby
I! with bright-eyed little Tooiie- -woolie
Kerrigan.
so you trailed her all right. did
YOU, lad. You're grand boy! And
where does she live "
| Boarding house on 64.h street.. said
| Toolie- woolie. II got her name from
the grocer on the corner. I asked him
| who the girl was on crutches-
! "Crutches?" .a
| Sure. Shes cripple-didn't you
! know that? She can't walk no better
than l could before I went to the
hospital. guess that's why she
aomes early and waits till the crowc
is out of the park before she gets up
Her name is ODonnell: didn't get the
: first name-say, what's the matter?
Bull Feeney's jaws were opening
and closing spasmodically. His mint
| was trying to adjust itself to the
! food waters. of memory. He sank
/ into a chair.
! "If that wouldn't knock you kick
! in" he breathed. Its Jim's daush-
J ter. sure enough-the little Dori:
grown up. That explains everything
II remember now: she was hurt ~
the same train wreck that killed hin
and now here she ia on crutchei
and confessin' herself to be me ow'
sweetie. Come here. Toolie."
The King of the Umps ffshed in hi!
vest pocket and produced Ave
dollar bill.
"I've got to be headin' for the train,
he explained, "but there's a fowe
shop on the corner. Get something
swell in the line of roses-pink one
and take. 'em out to her" y. -
N"Wnat'u l say"
Feeney looked at his watch. Jus
tell her that Bull says he's wise" h.
instructed, "and that he'll write from
Portland; she'll get the rest"
"Fair enough" said Toolie-woolie
Half a dollar plus car. fare"
The fee was paid promptly. an
they separated. Feeney to race madl.
for q train that would carry hin
seven hundred miles away from tn
boarding house where frail girl OF
; crutches feasted her eyes that nigh
} on the most wonderful bouquet, sh
had ever seen. and listened to tn
absurd message delivered dutifuily b.
the, son of Big Bill Kerrigan. Blu
was it so absurd. after all? VIII
should Miss Doris O:DonneIl, in tn
| sAclusion Of her shabby room, crus