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"By George!" exclaimed Mr. Ellston. "I was afraid it was Carroll!" He led Madge away and Pat followed with Billie. "Shure, it was good to see you brace, Billie," said the manager, with a kindly hand on the young man's arm. "I'm tickled to death. That ten days' notice doesn't go. See? I've had to shake up the team but your job is good.
"Shure it looks as if she's signed a new manager," said Pat, his shrewd eyes twinkling. The soft glow in Madge's cheeks deepened into tell-tale scarlet; Billie resembled a schoolboy stricken in guilt. "Aha! so that's it?" queried her uncle. "Ellston," said Pat. "Billie's home-run drive today recalled his notice an' if I don't miss guess it won him another game the best game in life."
Say it!" implored Billie. She lowered her face and then bravely raised it. "I said, 'Billie, I could hug you for that! ... Billie, let me go! Oh, you mustn't! please!" Quite a little while afterward Madge remembered to tell Billie that she had been seeking her uncle. They met him and Pat Donahue, coming out of the parlor. "Where have you been all evening?" demanded Mr. Ellston.
Every day the Hazeldens drove over with some beautiful plan for our happiness. They had one entire wing of the castle done over for us. Ellston came down often as he could." Helen lapsed into silence, and sat staring into the night. "Well, what then?" asked Zaidos, staring at the lovely, sorrowful face beside him. "Did he die?" "No," said Helen haltingly. "We quarreled."
That afternoon Miss Ellston was in a brown study all the way out to the baseball park. She arrived rather earlier than usual to find the grand-stand empty. The Denver team had just come upon the field, and the Kansas City players were practising batting at the left of the diamond. Madge walked down the aisle of the grand stand and out along the reporters' boxes.
"To knock," interrupted Miss Ellston. "I'm not saying that," he said, looking away from her. "But I'm saying it. See here, Billie Sheldon, my uncle owns this team and Pat Donahue is manager. I think they both like me a little. Now I don't want to see you lose your place. Perhaps " "Madge, that's fine of you but I think I guess it'd be best for me to leave Kansas City." "Why?"
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