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However," he went on cheerfully, "we shall before long" He broke off with a start. "Rudie! By Jove, I forgot! Did you find them? Where's Bertha Forrester?" "Gone," said Rudolph, and struggling to explain, found his late adventure shrunk into the compass of a few words, far too small and bare to suggest the magnitude of his decision. "They went," he began, "in a boat "
He just took the ball in his hand, looked at it curiously for a moment, and fired it zing! like that, over the plate. I'd get that ball if I were you." "Isn't this a grand night?" murmured Rudie. "But they didn't have a hitter in the bunch," went on Ivy. "And not a man in the team could run. That's why they're tail-enders.
The vaguely troubled look in her eyes had become wildly so. "Schlachweiler!" shouted the voice of the boss. "Customers!" and he waved a hand in the direction of the fitting benches. "All right, sir," answered Rudie. "Just a minute." "Dad had to come on business," said Ivy, hurriedly. "And he brought me with him. I'm I'm on my way to school in Cleveland, you know.
Losing your head, I suppose they call it. Most extraordinary." The girl's question recalled him from his puzzle. "Do? Oh!" He disposed of the subject easily. "I ran, that's all. Oh, yes, but I ran faster. Not half so many as you'd suppose. Most of 'em were away, burning your hospital. Saw the smoke, as I ran. All gone but a handful. Hence those stuffed hats, Rudie, in the trench.
You know, I was afraid you might just see Rudie Hackh." The rebeck wailed a long complaint before he added: "If I didn't like you fairly well The point is Good old Cynthia! That bally orb may not see one of us to-morrow night, next week, next quarter. 'Through this same Garden, and for us in vain. Every man Jack. Let me explain. It will make you better company."
Then, while arms, neck, and face were still wet, he covered them with oil preferably lubricating oil, medium. Finally he rubbed sawdust over all; great handfuls of it. The grease rolled out then, magically, leaving his skin smooth and white. Old Rudie, while advocating this process, made little use of it.
For the rest of the season Ivy met her knight of the sphere around the corner. Theirs was a walking courtship. They used to roam up as far as the State road, and down as far as the river, and Rudie would fain have talked of love, but Ivy talked of baseball. "Darling," Rudie would murmur, pressing Ivy's arm closer, "when did you first begin to care?"
Ever since this, bloodthirsty Rudie had been stealing down Mulberry Street to the old woman's attic on pay-day and sharing his meagre wages with her, paying, beside, the insurance premium that assured her of a decent burial; though he denied it hotly if charged with it.
He stayed through the whole game, and never took his eyes off Rudie. I just know he was a scout for the Cubs." "Probably a hardware drummer, or a fellow that Schlachweiler owes money to." Ivy began to pin on her hat. A scared look leaped into Papa Keller's eyes. He looked a little old, too, and drawn, at that minute. He stretched forth a rather tremulous hand. "Ivy-girl," he said.
Freddy Van Dyne found the supply of available lions limited, why should she not try to content herself with a jackal or so? Ivy was asked. Until then she had contented herself with gazing at her hero. She had become such a hardened baseball fan that she followed the game with a score card, accurately jotting down every play, and keeping her watch open on her knee. She sat next to Rudie at dinner.
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