The Hardin tribune-herald. [volume] (Hardin, Mont.) 1925-1973, 1937-10-29
IN TWO PARTS-PART TWO

Chicago Tribune-New York Jews Syndicate.
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IN TWO PARTS-PART TWO
TITS working fine, MI. Travis.
Thanks" He gazed at a scene which
had become as familiar as his own
bedroom in the last 10 years of his
life. II think I'll last, all right"
world aIhis kat Is the fastest company in the
"Yeh. I know it is. My dads been
in it for 26 years. If I don't last, it
won't be the company's fault. 1t will
20. K, Shane" Bill Travis grinned.
Take it easy. Don't get scared"
He watched the boy warming. up.
Noted his timing and follow-through
and, as he warmed, his blazing speed.
livery he didn't like. He didn't put
his body behind his throw. He threw
too much with his arm. Pitchers like
that didn't last. Then he laughed to
himself.
He thought of Rube Waddell, the
greatest pitcher who ever threw a ball.
The man who held the American league
strikes-out record from 1908 for a quar-
ter of a century. He was a pitcher who
threw with his unsupported arm and
his blaze ball sizzled. Amos Rusie was
an arm pitcher" So were the great
Walter johnson and Smoky Joe"
Wood. And the pitching duel between
these two in Boston in 1908 or 1909
was n of baseball's famous sagas.
Baseball writer's in the press Stands
noted that young Shane, the son of
the great Pat Leathern and grandson
of Denis, 1.-THE Tyrone Phantom" was
among the rockies on the team for
which his father had once won a
World series.
Bridgeon Leathern had come home
early to oversee the preparations for
would be there. She hated the girl
as only a mother can hate the woman
she is afraid will marry her son And
by that token, she would never allow
her to be able to say that she wasn't
a good housekeeper.
Driving home in the sporty little
sedan which Pat had bought her to
help her while away the lonely hours
and days she spent during the long
guests. Della. Old Denis, of course.
Pat would not be home. He had to
watch his men. Shane would be home.
of course. Bill Travis had known him
all his life. Knew his steadiness. A
shrewd psychologist, he realized that
home would be the best place for him
on the night he played his first big
She stopped and did some extra
shopping. Then she drove home and
put up her car for the night in the
apartment garage. Carrying her pur-
chases, she rode up in the elevator
and picked up the evening paper which
lay against the apartment door.
anybody home, Annie?" she asked
the negreSs who cooked an busted"
Nom" Annie told her. IT amt
seen anybody sepce I come"
Bridgeon looked over Armies efforts,
gave her her instructions and then
went into the living room and picked
up the paper: Instinctively, she turned
to the sporting pages. Though she
hated baseball. she followed it re-
ligiously: The first thing that struck
Leathern?"
1t was no masterpiece and it had
been written in a hurry. But it re-
counted the proves of Old Denis and
of Pat. The writer explained that
Shane, probably tomorrow, but GER
tainly in the coming season, would be
given a chance to prove whether he
was as great an athlete as his father
and his grandfather. He was a pitcher,
developed by his own father who was
also one of the greatest baseball players
the game had eve seen. 1t was the
boys ambition to be found worthy of
these two. He had given up a college
education and a professional career
to realize that ambition.
Bridgeon's eyes famed with anger
and her jaw set.
HE can't do it," she said aloud. IT
won't let him. He-is-going-back-
tO-SchOOl!"
She was still sitting there, the paper
across her knees when Della rang the
bell. She rose to let her in.
I'm alone" She greeted her. I'm
glad I am. I want to talk to you. Have
you read what they have been writing
about Shane?"
Every world" Della told her. Aren't
you proud Of him? I am. I am proud
to know him. I know he will make
good. He'll stand them in the aisles
tomorrow"