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Updated: May 31, 2025
And I, a little shaver of seven, my heart in my mouth, my trembling body strung tense as a deer's on the verge of flight, peered wonderingly in at the open door and learned more of the strangeness of men. And I marvelled at Black Matt and Tom Morrisey, sprawled over the table, arms about each other's necks, weeping lovingly. The kitchen-drinking continued, and the girls outside grew timorous.
And the Quakers lined up before their bench and gazed at this newcomer who had the nerve to walk out there to the box. Cogswell stood on the coaching line, looked at the Rube and then held up both arms and turned toward the Chicago bench as if to ask Morrisey: "Where did you get that?"
Morrisey brought me up too well for me to do that. But I couldn't prove I didn't and I had to go. The man said I ought to consider myself lucky I wasn't sent to jail. "After that I had a worse time of it than ever. Whenever I applied for a position they wanted to know why I had left my last place. And when I told them, they wouldn't have anything to do with me.
The milkman puts into the receptacle the quantity of milk paid for, which he induces the cow to yield after the usual manner. Mr. W. G. Morrisey gives an interesting description of how funerals are conducted in Porto Rico. He says that when a native dies preparations are immediately made for the burial.
I'll leave you as usual to look after everything. If any letters come there will be nothing of importance, I may run over in a couple of days to see how things are going on. Put my letters aside, they can wait." "Very good, sir!" said Mrs. Morrisey.
He carried a fielder's glove in one huge freckled hand, and a big black bat in the other. Nan, with much dignity and a very manifest pride, introduced him to Mrs. Nelson. There was a little chatting, and then, upon the arrival of Manager Morrisey, we men retired to the back of the box to talk baseball.
Alston, when the men are " "The men are all right. I have to go to London on business." "Very queer and restless he's been," Mrs. Morrisey thought. "I never known him like it before. When I thought he was in love with that pretty little Miss Linden and wanting to marry her, he was not a bit like he is now. He kept cheerful and smiling, and now; forever on the move.
Why, I never saw a real baseball crowd before. There are twenty thousand here. And there's a difference in the feeling. It's sharper new to me. It's big league baseball. Not a soul in that crowd ever heard of you, but, I believe, tomorrow the whole baseball world will have heard of you. Mr. Morrisey knows. I saw it in his face. Captain Spears knows. Connie knows. I know."
Miles's story had been listened to with the closest attention by all the little party. "It's just like a chapter out of a book," Florence whispered to Roy. "I wonder if he'll ever find out who he really is?" "But how did you come by the name Harding?" Roy inquired. "Weren't you Miles Morrisey once?"
"Morrisey, you say?" he exclaimed. A swift change passed over his features. He had dropped his hand from Miles's shoulders, but now reached forth and caught him by the arm. "Come with me," he said quietly, and led him into the back room. The others looked at one another without speaking. No one thought of the game. The fish lines, tangled up, were lying in the pasteboard pond. Mrs.
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