Oakland Tribune from Oakland, California • Page 60

SUNDAY MORNING NOVEMBER 16, 1919. DaManO Cribune "Biff" Bohannon -was a "lowtchase yourself: Ain't you never seen have that hioked "Actress and ballplayer wed!" it screamed. CI it liilT in a box" like him. no class before brow" tf ever there was one. When street, shufflinr and rearranging his ideas about the bottle blonde.

"An awfully nice little kid," he said to himself. "I'll bet that big slob has been annoying her almost Merry 8 jaw sagged as he looked at the pictures. Then he folded the DaDer carefullv and tnelrol It into to death. Fancy a brute like and) a pretty girl, too. Lemme see flowers, cab, supper, cab aiain about thirty bucks Pretty soft Biff began to pass most of his evenings on Broadway, dropping into the Casino at nine-forty-five, each evening to witness the second act of the show.

The door man, the press agent, the clerk in the box office, every usher in the and most of the performer came to know Biff as a "regular." There was sonic speculation in the chores as to the ownership of she big ballplayer. Ko far as could be learned, he had never sent any flowers or notes the dressing rooms. "For me," said tins perl little brunette, who position wan third from the righi end of the; line, "I'd Just as lief have pihlla from the Zoo. follerin' me around. Where do player inithe league knew, that Biff had "fell for a skirt," as they phrased it, and Larry, being gifted with keen powers of observation, had 'already identified Biffs charmer.

In the lucky seventh, Merry's team tilled the bases with two down and BilT at the bat. A long hit would win the game: Biff took three and two, and waited coolly for the deciding hall. 'Here's' where we lock It up In tho valise," howled Merry, pirouetting off third base. "Here's where we hit one a mile. Jle'a got to put it over for you, Biff.

Murder it, boy. Laminate The time had arrived for Larry's trick. He scratched his left ear with his left hand and Hlade shook his head. A Marconi had passed between catcher and pitcher and back ou; out nothin'," said Moose. "Don't I know that mush of his? Oh.

it was him, all riht, and he looked like a cab driver in disguise! Gee, he was the hit of the piece to me!" The players were still discussinR this stranne happening when Biff arrived, twirling a liuHt bamboo stick and smoking a Ho turned the color of a ripe strawberry when the Indictment was laid Ik-fore him. "Well, what of luvsafn. "What of. It Ain't 1 got any right to wear thVni They stuck me seventy bones!" This last with the pride a man who had never before in his life paid nunc than $20 declared that he blushed all over like a boiled lobster. "That'll do him some good, maybe," said the manager.

LKTTKK WK1TIXG VS. IJABKB AIX Hut if it did Biff any good the beneilcial effect did not' show In his balplaying. He spent a giJat deal of time in his room nights, laboriously composing letters which did not seem to satisfy him. Her is a sample copy: "MIhh Maye Montclair "Kstcemed Friend: I seen something in a window today wlch I thought mebbe you would like to ware, so 1 Went in and bought it. It is solid silver, itrd' the roan said it would ware forever.

1 hope you are well and enjying good health. I am not feeling very well, but hope to be all.o. K. when tha team gets back Very truelv yours, WILLIAM J. BOHANNON.

S. We get back week after next. I will look for you in the same box. BIFF." booze hounds than one fellow full of that love dope." That night, the faithful long-suffering Biff was back in the stage box again, perspiring freely. Miss Montclair was not in her usual place in the opening chorus, nor did she appear later In the red silk things.

Between the opening and, the dancing in the second act, Biff Bohannon, low brow, tasted all the dregs In the green cup of Jealousy. Desperately he clung to the hope that she would appear for ber dance. At last the violins began to whisper; the 'well-known air the burned low, draperies swirled in the enlraiwo nad It was a stranger who tripped gracefully out upon the stage. Biff rose blindly, reached tor his hat, and stumbled out'tnti) the air, carrying his anguish with hliw. The neat day, he was sitting on the gram in front of tht i-ch, blowing up his wind pao.

ror me, I can make it last a week." There waa a matinee the next afternoon and Montclaire was not at the Polo Biff did not expect her. He played very bad ball, and the Infield was on the verge of revolt. Merry favored him with some essence of vitrol, but Biff heeded none of the remarks hurled at his aching head. Before hia eyes was the picture of a tall young man In a will' hat handing, a young woman Into a taxicab, they were dealing out forefieads, they gave Biff the "lowest one they had In stock. There was just enough room between the hair and the eye- brow to serve as a shelf on which to hang a catcher's mask, and that was room enough for all practical pur- poses.

The three grim old' ladies who spin the tnread and handle the shears foresaw that Bitf was to become a star catcher toe big league, and pernups mc'y tuount any more lorehead Mould ue in u. way. 'fnc low, course iiii-uncla which so with thin puiu "uiui" Ktyle of cranium became ilm voiy wen when at tne bat. hiiu trom i oik to M. Louis lit was ceiebiawM for the avage brutality with whim ho treated opposing pitchers.

i)ins appeared In large nuics in his) Patting average at the fnu ui tiieUoason. Bin was i tow nrow and he never denim A opt ne. was also the great-cat ajiAcuci thai ftr buckled on a wind pad, and he never denied that, He knew a little better any one i Bohannon can.e out of a email you s'pose he got that face "Never you mind his face," sa id i for a suit. his hip pocket. v'lt's kill or cure!" he said.

"I'll take a chance." -And later he re-remarked to himself: "That's one way of busting it up, all right" Biff, continued to blow into the wind pad and glance at the vacant box. Biff went to the bat in the second inning. After he had selected his stick, Merry took him by the elbow and spread the paper In front of his eyes. "Head that, you big tramp!" he hissed. "Now, let's whether you're a man, a mouse, or a long-tailed rat!" Biff stared at the paper for a few seconds, swallowed twice, blinked several times, and then walked slowly The box score of that game shows that Bohannon (c) made a single, two doubles, and a triple in live times at bat, to say nothing of base runners cut on in their prime, or four buttons jerked oC ai umpire's Norfolk Jacket.

Johnny Merry leaned back on the bench and grinned happily. "If that's the way it works," said he, "I'll bust UP 1.11 his love affairs for him." (Copyright, 1819, by the Bell Syndicate, Inc.) "Huh!" said the wiye Moose. "Sev again. Biff squatted slightly and and Biff knew that if he lived to be a million yt-ars old, that youn man the comedian, who was ah ardent-fan lamenting the afternoon matinees because they Ijept him from the Polo Grounds. "Faces don't net you waggled his bat up and down in short, nervous circles.

She was in the box; she had waved her hand to him. Here Ive was going wouia always have him beattti for the graceful elegance with which he performed that slmpto feat. Biff made three errors that day. anything in baseball, an' this feller, is enty bones, hey? What's the gal's name?" Biff retired into his locker, growling iinintelilf ibly. through!" said Old Man IVriy.

"When a fellow -pays seventy hurl. a for a suit, there's only one times(Biff received square envelopes In tho' mnil, which he carried to hiH room, unopened. "Bug" Terhune searched Biff's coat one crowding the luleiiniau hard for high bauln'raverase. oust to seen efforts. Biff glanced at a certain box In the upper tier.

He had and let In the run which lour' the game. There.was a painful M-itx-ln th" tickets- himself and sent him piccolo one this afternoon tooU the shortstop right off his feet!" to break up the game. In fancy he could hear the bleachers roar their salute. He could see her smile at him aa he pulled up on third base. Slade waa winding up: beyond explanation.

Is i-he a chorus girl'." them to her home. afternoon, after the latter had gone tha clubhouse after It was Jver, and Bill took most of his cljtiieH out "No, she ain't!" said Biff hotly, on the field, and found one of these "She's an an actress. Anil a mighty letters, which he read aloud with An afternoon paper fluttered down from the upper tier of the grandstand and fell In front of the bench. into the yard, where ho linished dreasng in surly silence. nice girl at that!" he added, as an reat gusto: '1 wonder what running today i ll give him a day or bo more, coal-mining town in the Middle West and he cost the managcfof tne New ork club more money than Biff had ever seen in hp lue.

Me was worth every cent of the price, and lie nroved it Pv "breuhWS up" the "My Dear Mr. Bohannon: Thank you ao much for the pretty manicure after-thought. The Joyful hoop whlcli went; uY nearly raised the roof. But for this same comedian. might have continued to worship his particular deity from afar, a silent, tongue-tied devotee.

"BIFF" MAKK.S The team had been away on its first western tour, and returned covered with glory. Biff distinguished hmself in the opening home series, and as he, was striding set. I shall keep it in my dressing "Best little feller you ever see," room. It waa kind of you to re- said Merry, "and then he goes to the at Louisville?" said Johnny Merry, bench, and Mike goes in to catch, picking up the sheet. I'd have put Mike in before.

but his There were two pictures on the hand is awfully bad. Ain't it toiuh? page under a flaring red rather deal with three line. first two games in wnicn he played-! member me. I trust you are in the question it would be a straight, fast one; any would be a fool to try and "bend one" under the Just as-Hlade untangled himself Larry leaned over and whispered Biff's ear: "Who's the good-looking guy in the box with your girl!" Biff gasped and turned his head ioward the stand. There was a swish, a thud, and "Batter's out," bawled the umpire.

"Ohu you bonehead." roared Mer liersisted "'Knows baseball -liko a book. Clot riy battiu' average down pat. Some seio to a girl like that!" one wnn a home run into the bleachers, anu the otnor with a triple when the oases were densely popu orr tne field atier ine The players exchanged at a short distance by an admiring ami went on with their dressing, one or two of them asked pointed que throng, a slim, wrinkled man in nutty flannels slapped him on the Lack beat of health. Sincerely, "MAYE MONTCLAIR." "Well!" granted Bug. "That's what I call a pretty chilly love letter! Looks life-Biff ia up against a frost.

And blowln' his money fer manicure setsf fer this "Montclair person!" The players did their best to awaken in Biff an Interest in the simple pleasures of life. He would ry. "you let "em get away with a'j JOAQUIN MILLER, SHRINE BUILDER tint lis. got no information. B.iff evidently considered the subject closed.

That afternoon the catcher worked like a demon. "Whew!" said the second base play that? Tossln off the game to rubber'at a dame in the grand stand? You're fined two weeks' pay and fell Into step. "BUT. you're a wonder!" he said. re almost too good tb be true!" Biff grunted and shot a quick glance" at the "goat," ho had thus horned himself into easy familiarity.

Something snoiit the deeply lined face seemed familiar. for that. 1 gotta good notion to tie man. lie trotted in after the third h.j in iii7t.nn in nun nit kiuiM not drink beer; he would not play I uph UI III IV tv-cr-ci lie TrTftLrim nwv lates, Considering him as a human being ii ordinary tired clothes, Bilf was not namisome. uhilaien used to cry in then naby carriages as he passed by; tableau Olivers teared to run over him tor lear of damaging their cars, subway guards lett the doors open lor ruin, and women were suaueiy attracted by the remark-aoie collection of tealures, which he wore between bw hat brim aj)4 hi" collar.

Charlie Brydon tried to name kin Adonis Bonannon, Out BUf was belter name for him. 11 WU4 1 Ui he did most of hut won. 1.11.1 ins back to the inning. "The old boy sure full of I poker, and he steadily refused to cn y0U or pep' today. He's peggin' 'em Oown attend any theaters.

ul tlJe.re tw there to second lil.e they is shot "They, ain't got no good shows in I Ind'n jf', out of a these bush towns," he said. h'd ndinC of said I'm "vou don't make eh'." the man. "Well, you ought to (Continued from PrereiW Paired epsssed into the hsnds of another Jordan, Colonel John P. from preceding rgej.T the 1UerHry A. j.

Irish, Wells Drury. Herbert Bash- strike. Ain't you ashamed your Wsterhouse. who drew much In- "ro, j.awin Aiaricnam. Herman spiration from this environment: Whltaker.

George Wharton James here came Lowell Otis Reese, self, you big mutt. Look at your girl laughin' at you. liverybody's laughing at you. Kverbody but nie, and you make nie sick." There wasn't any fellow In the box," argued Biff. "And, anyway.

I'm goln' to that big McKean preme la-w-glvrr of the early Hebrews, hence the solid pyramid, the largest of these simple piles, was dedicated to him of whom1 it was said: "No man shall know his place of eepulcher." HIS rt'XEnALJPYKE. Then he built a solid block for his funeral pyre, around which he intended his friends some time to gather and with fagots made from his own balmy pines and cypress to burn his out-worn b6dy to smoke and ashes and allow it to mingle with the Joyous elements. It was 'no small matter to make the steep hills of Joaquin's "Olympus" of fairly easy access to the poet and his assistants, for many roads, paths and trails had to be. carved from the hillsides and graded and and many another went again, and again to the poet's Forest to breathe Its tranquility and to get a touch of the poet's warm-hesrted soul. OBLIGES' REPORTERS.

Miller wus always friendly to the newspaper man who came for a story: and the reporter always got his story, and a good one, though Miller's eyes many times were full of sly twinkles In his answers: "Yes sir," he said one day to young man from Han Francisco, "I am dieting on hominy and honey, and I find it is good for me." The poet had been ill and it was news that he was recovering and odd news that he was on this queer diet. The teuth was an interested friend had just sent in a pint of honey and some hominy and Miller was. Just as the scribe entered, tasting of his gift. 1 "Diet of honey and honfiny," though, made a good head-line for whose stories have brightened the pages of the (Saturday Evening post. JtANlTA MILLER'S COTTAGE.

At the present moment the Madge Morris Cottage is doing worthy service as a woodsy outing-place for the Oakland Young Women' Christian Association. The last of the lodges built by the poet waa named by him "Juanita Jtere, today, Juan It talented, with a personality poetic in -every phase, practices the twin arts of verse and song, and the itrt-suvenrs shaped by her deft hands. With powers of high vocalization suggesting those of Madame Yaw, of Charles Ketlnn-. she sings her own "Linnet Song," in a way to make It worm foi-anyone to visit Uie Hights for that alone. Joaquin's mind from the time he awoke in the morning at dawn, and began to write, waa busy.

His work-hours were of constant thought, not upon light themes, not always on the beautiful, the love of which was if it the laiit official act ot my me, I'm gonna soak him." "Aw. go soak your head," roared Merry-, 'savagely. Biff talked back out of the corner of his mouth, but his response was verv, weak and lacking In point. MKHKY IiAYS A CONSPIRACY. That afternorm.

Johnny Merry waited' outside the clubhouse until Cutter came out. Cutter was a pickup from a college team, and his lirst name was Clarence. Jle was a promising ballplay.r; that is to say, he waa always promising but never delivering the goods. He waa tail, handsome as a Greek clever beyond the average, and a fluent conversationalist. It Was well known in sporting circles that Clarence did not have to play baseball for a living.

His father, a wealthy Connec ticut manufacturer, stood ready establish him in business as soon as he made up his mind to forsake professional baseball and settle down to the stern realities of life. built up- with rock to resist winter traiiti.oi.u, nio lubkuenanws niiJ fcuauen a.u ue iijiW aoiiencd ty a thic wile n.adh. But wnatever may ITu i.iougnt about Burs none and ine wmch passed tor a tiiouin, none couiu question that his lav-uig average was a thing of rare beauty, and his pegging wing jov it hanueome is as haiiu oi.ic uses, Biff Bonannon was ait mceueie, a Aarcitmua, a jv. iicv vun auj mi.irf you like. v.u.

ciaduates and thee were iiian. ol ineui on 'the team i.au a nine wnn Bin tirst. Uiu fciry, who ery iio.J in me wrntcr and Aiii ihe iuticld in spring taualtt iMt tne folly ti jt. ana ueaioiisitated li.ui pia- i.et conveyed with tjarriaou, u.e na.i ui t.i diamond, e-I li.e oi iuade-up neckties 'e cenui "i.o'.y and stubbornly. Biff yielded lo uean.ient, but not a man on the l.a..i liopi tne manager down ever u.eu to ten hitn auything about a runner at second or killing a drop ball.

Lsuimg ills second season, Bin Leyaa draw more money Iban he knew nai kj uo witn, and, recog-luuing himeu lor a uational figure, attempieu b'S wuoe, unlettered nve no lo tbe Part. rains. Even in this the poet waa thorough; and in naming the highways and byways the spirit of poesy waa ever at hand. That broad pathway running In front of the Abbey was the Trail of Roses; Joaquin grew a multitude of rose vines along ine lortncoming story. Being asked by another news as to his philosophy of life, the poet replied: "On feet and one fnot Sotro.

Aa that's tke may lo Buxton Tevrn," to him a passion; but upon deep ana sublime problems. He was it to make It true to. its name, me main highway leading up the first hill slope to the Pyre and to the little, cypress-shaded cemetery where his' beloved rested In their last rest i e- eer ne anhviiiOH nmh rini.in woru or iwo vi imerprc "Oh, Cutter." said Merry, I want have a talk with you. I'll take num in constructing in AWft an in hiui Misslsslnnl iettles ih h.HMin. of Asd as to the biggest elc-nie to down town in my car." I iZ you a cansl across the isthmus.

(He company of students r'ho iii-favored, when th canal a r.r. i cmpuny or students, Ho said. As the swift runabout nashed nrl hummed down nyrar oi Awraran, ulnnasif tiKnn A fr((a 11 rift IhA project the Nicarague route). Long ma a en a hitrae rsme riding by. before efforts were made to conserve daid I.

"Old man. jour horse nlll tl river floods from the Bierrss. He J1 d' ver7imUpTe one a uspice.Tf the" VeVhodist Church, his plan. It was a very simple one, nreacher in Kan Fran- All great strategists lay simple plans. YnThV dw o7'4 His closina argument made Cutler -rn mft wo hundred expense Whoever-went -the Last Tralh uc- I llr totd rm-1rr if 84 thst he Relieved Make the most of your 1 II give you jwo hunor'd exfen cording to the custom, after he had by damming up a multitude of he sdded enigmatical! v.

AviiTnW rtJrt murder tnroUKh the Bishop's--Cate, sierra canyons and holding back Joaquin Miller builded In a simple, it tvvm. Anthln "want alona." Hence parties to the Pllouc)l ot watPr (0 fivc W8y. but he builded well; and ju the (iryt degree- for' ae ve pyre walked over the way in single congested valley rivers time to touched all he builded with the glow TelJ udt betah to Trequent Broadway uuur and tne wen who recognised n.i.i lumed around to say: "i utre iiH iSonannou. He ot uip.eo smle otf Brown louay!" And u.oe wno did not know l.ii.i niri.ea anvway. bust this'lhrng up somehow.

fil her anything. Say that he got ai joanuj firBt aimed to build wife and seventeen eving children not one hlnKt HTge dwelling on the In Illinois. Are you there? Hights but rather a serins of lodges. Cutile settled hiH. diamond ItUd h.

oraeteri a Hinarle small An aucrtiin uilor put a sign iu tne tenui -tteid lence aiinounciPt tnat tie wujIu fcive away a II bu.i wall t-ucii run, and tne i carry off the surplus the Sac- ot delicious memories. "It Is up to" ramento river overflow probiems the c.v of Oakland now that the could be solved. He realixed that "Ignla make one of her parks to the construction of these dam Proserv for all time these meni-wiHilil be a tremendous work. rlM; t0 be at work al once bc- lriA-vti ti'i fore these memories are forgotten. VUOiES RESTORATION.

The desert, the great I spent a couple of hours a few "the multitudinous sea" alike da VH Sinn rpivirwiinir Iho miot'n trnilu carefully Into his purple tie, twisted couag for his mother, Margaret one foot until he could see his pur- 'witt Miller, when she came to re-ple stocking, and tapped himself on Hide at the Hights. This he covered rn.uU It la nAV the chest lightly. awakctiid took notic and began to uamnier out a warorobe at sucft a ttiiiac t.a.i mat the proprietor of iiit'i: MH.p trembled when his pii' brought nun tht eum- uitii u.e box score. "I'm the heart-breaktng Kia, iie cupied by Mrs. Joaquin Miller, wno cnarmeo mm.

tie oeiievea himself and recalling associations. Tho the best thing 1 do. ja the guardian of the hundreds of a master at detailing the softness bey and Chapel as well as the Wil- anlri. nf bcubu "io a iiatron of the rain Leave It to me, and I'll back Miff pictures and literary relics left by and the sublimity of the sea and low Cottage In front of which Joa- into a siding and spike all the switch- the poet. Another lodge higher up spoke of his "Bong of Crestion" as qUln planted the first tree on his es.

I know the press agent, and he and baek of Grandma Miller's cot- an illustration. I once stood by him property are falling to ruin. These can take me back and give ma a I tugs was occupied for years by, at the he improvised houses should at once be restored aiib; that is to say, ne oritteo nno a mealer once in a while. If it had knockdown to this bottle-blonde per. i.ot Mfeu tor a pair of shoe which Takeshi Kanno ana nis American jor nie a coupiei ot verse: to the condition the poet kept them wife, Gertrude Boyle Kanno.

This in. The willow before the Willow house was Gertrude Boyle's studio rrfi.lVlV Cottsae where Mrs. Grace Fountain of sculpture, in which she did eesni isiaaea. once h(Uj tll(lio )8 able work In shaping the busts of Riin FrHnf.i.,B frhm the should be replanted, for this willow v.tie too l.fcin ior him, mn iiiibni have teen fciaye nu then there would son. It II be soft for me.

You think two hundred will be enough?" "Enough!" snorted the manager. "You ain't goin' to send this skirt Read ibat, you big he hissed. "Now let's see whether you're a man, a mouse or "a long-tailed diamond necklace, are you? I nmou caiuornians, josepn le HightM was a source of perpetual was the flrst tree planted on the i. nnntt. John Muir.

John hwett. Alar-' t. inhia Th. l.itve iui tin tiory. ItiU wanuend into the Casino one baiurda i.ifciu, not oei'aua he llkea I'atny Haley, comedian with the cop.eoy.ut because the pai- fsino you thcrp oveIV ne 84 tor making lght tfce tcmm.e town- VoH (-I1UII1 luin linn linn a "-l" Jailulli nMiiru whm (it Merry grew more and more exas- i n.

married garet Miller. Mrs. Mills, founder of hem-v iri nt a mnminv with rirv and live lenanta inn. A perdted and began to threaten to nlan Mills' College, and perhaps the most pen, late In the afternoon he would water supply should be found Ht put Biff on the bench unless he i' "Ohverv well." said Cutter. "I ll noted of all the bust of Joaquin for H(t ()n tn- tront porrh of the Wil- once and the lake restored.

The have some friend with the fhow." i.ad 10 til uuu iSuiKt lift c. On such "look a brace," Moose McCiulgan take a chance with two hundred. I 11 mud. f.w rr.t,. i.

1 Kanno was dreaming a jaKCBiu ow Cottage and watch the ever- trails in many pluces need repair. or varying moods of hill, sea, city and The Iron chain which hung across 'aniiroached; and the entrance has fallen prey to some Bin actus lly blushed. "Nix" he said. "Uuit yer tuiuii l.iiiies ucpenus tisppincaa or theatrical ladies, anart Kiff ros fmm I The neit nicht. Biff Bohannon.

Ill PPlr'r?" J.UI ky. as the nigh i i0n.C th night his corner and hit Moose under ihelhia Mccustomed seat in a box at the Jguchl, a orea.ni later ruaeiy snat- fur lnto the nteht tmmolimes he sat hungry Junk dealer. It should be a ik. tne gals are all liglitin over .,7 ih ai ou' PorswU-d the funny man you what 111 you what I II do. I ll give halo ear with a heavy walking shoe.

'Casino, received a square, scented itere Vii ii in silence watching tho multitude of replaced. The rose. arbor under don't you peg that straight I note. The communication hud a if I displays which the poet always entertained in the games?" howled the injured disquieting effect on Rnhannon. in with 6n when the fleet his friends is down and the vines second hiiseman.

"I kd I'm goln to did not seem to enjoy the perform- toVi .1. Xlllt 9 harbor were his in- unirimmed unca.red for. lO iicist-ll. r(lit; iu i'ir i.i.-,,- party some night iiu.t weei. eav lug -ihumc oi uic moioi-, a areainy Thursday, after tiie 1 11 ll i tiurtiui Utile dam unlike ine 7 ui "'J nnu pmf ui tt)(? have one of them Bat Nelson ears!" lance, and for the first time, he did iH manof" elder "u-, IM" J4 I lory of just, 'him'' frultvale.

istliiB beauty! and Now, the catcher is the mainspring not applaud the dance i the second mnt- below beyond Hights to their pri iCfilifornla. mining days. Joaquin be- Th(. siring or electrlo lights which bounteous-hearted, lTuk Vu, i-Tee. 'thM' ,0 Any one particular sou'd like lo nit-el nrt-tovlnc or itte cluiii and when the catchei act iricnuu ai-v-Buu" i ihiM Is Vorr" there is trouble in the Infield.

At eleien-thirtv. from a position in n'uL Z. 1 ine nouinern t-acmc ocst ture-worsnipping uaaiana. in ner bit entirely aitiereni. The funs cheered thert-Eeives hoar.se over Biff's performance, and it was the, crafty Johnny Merry, the manaycr, ho spied Biff stealing kImihcs town ii one of the bj.t'fcs in the uplier tier, imce lie thouKbt.he (aught it glimtise of a while handkerchief raised in "Who's the (lainc in the blue he whispered.

"That's her!" answered Iiiff "Ain't she, a dVcam?" "he nun' said ihoughtfi'iify. Then lo hihiMJit: "Now I any line-looking liKO- that can see a low brow like Uohannon Well; i quit triin' lo guess 'cm. a long time ao. The only thing you know 'bout woman is that she a goin' to fooi you sonu-how." Unilo the team was in New York iil played ball like a liend. His baiting wai the sensation of the hour.

He becati.e a puollc idol; boys followed Tiirn wiii ii ho appeared in the AViifii the team went on the road Ititr'' left' his baiting eye in New ork. also bis throwing arm. He 'opening in the fence which led lo (the clubhouse. He turned about and Tbe drimauc cntica laid that mu-iu nave Pten an Cleared his throal ntrvoufl; Iiiff was away off. His throwing was- a doorwav across the street, from tho bui-t foriat flpniha began in sha.

i ana nicn adis, Men who. In the sta.e iiiff saw Miss MontA ow-wa Valley on "ihV" somi, I ii ng Tthas.m. hugged the. bases j.ir handed into a taxical, by a ta4 ot Mount Hhasta. where he Next In Importance to the ex-' "Tes, paslorTl am glad that my it will'" I-'hers XT? OV and a homed with the Indians in tensive forest-planting on the Hign.i n.

Ola, is now safely provided for fi Sri 'hers. quick to hat. deep-hidden forest camps, in which WUH his plan to develop a liberal for the rest of his life." "Indeed! learn that Miff waa undergoina ai Wh Biff was tramping up and nr. nt Reitmen ran. nn nntet 1 i.

um.ti a i. e.t or a u. uKi.tii.g "That little Aloud, tuadow in mo imionueiiw "Vou think she lair he said. 'Mildn't niindV" I Jiuiu saiu iiaiey. sneo te kiu uji.

1 wmrr puppiy irym ine springs anu -nu-' inm. i i vit, i mwh i. WcKled death! Nice too, and stream in the romantic redwood how. I only know that we heard tin uu i unMuniij, k.u and unouirusive iliac mis iiuim oeer bad ones, and his batting average windows of the lobster palaces, Clar- or the curious bear sauntered fell, 'away point by point until the lence Cutter waa clinking glasses over through ihe camp trails so unafraid Imichman was leading the league a dainty midnight supper. (that he seemed a friendly compan- canyon bordering the Hights on the from him yesterday from ChrlBtiania north, to lead this water over the telling us that some judge had just hill to "Tho Chapel" and the sur- given him a life term." HOI know llllllK dvwui vivvn a.itx lairies, lor i.iere was no poetry in his Pig, poweilul body, bui reached acros tne fooiiigiu ana tooa nuid ot tuff heri, and wnen ti-e I uue oionue girl wiut nit ctuiia-liiu fe.

uoaied-glace. into the wings, Biff, led tne applause s.iu btJuuMbLd to leu it lot' dome all alone. This waa the state of af crazy about baseball, rine out here almost every day. Thursday night, er? You're on!" Biff turned and plunged through Ihe crowd. Men shouted at him; some tried to shake his hand, iiiff did not return the jovial salutations.

lilt, witxM I i ji is sucn rcuei, saia miss ion or man. trounoing ounaings. to successfully fairs when the team returned to New York. Montclair, "to meet a man who real- This spirit of Arcadian quiet he carry out his plan it was necessary "After all," remarked Methuselah, ly knows how to order a little sup- desired to Instill Into the shady to make a cut through the ridge "my long life has been a good deal of per. 1 had no idea baseball players glndes of his own hills; all of the jving between tha canyon and the a failure." "Merely because you were such nice men." wild things, the shy quail, the rab- houses.

Many months of labor were kept out of politics?" "No. But it ItflHn't cj-'j Ii that Im. I V. a ntir.hli.r1 th rrpnt.tinrnpH mi .1 v. minutes.

ii Bohannon made an attempt to re kilo. Jionu-lair aid oi le.ppear. 1 gain nis lost lorm. it, was.no use. TVl.

I.T., rt, 1 "1" 01 oil HUB. 1 110 lUllliailU'l nr-T-iii lu hit. Htm IVO ijct-ii rti i ne itiue nat. nodding in the box presslon from your friend, Mr. Bo-'owl all the folks of feather and to be solid roc solid enough to least entitled to an occasional ove nis head was a powerful stun- hannon?" said Cutter, wickedly.

I fur, he wanted to be at home in and t.ind without timbering, hut, alas! view as to whether or not I attribute "liee!" he said to himself. "Tlii tiroe inree ears" a go, iim throwin' a pu' in a coat inire for two a il.iy HiT, ole boy. you're there:" -ti o'clock neM morning Iiiff walked into the tailor's shop, tread became ILstless and careless and raved at him. big stiff! stormed Merry, what's tne matter with you I'll (iiLiii about mat bottle blonde, are you? Worryin' because some other lobster i writin her mash I-, 1 1 1 1 "Mixier Hohannan," said thenyoung 'about tne mgrns. em mosc ot an heavy winter soaked the crum-.

my longevity to abstinence from 1 tie i.ieaelienus began to howl atj ndy in arnti-ieinent. "Why, I hardly he wanted the human beings about walls of tho cut and the dis- s'rnmr Hrlnk nnr! tnbaeeo ikhow the man. A friend in the him wno lovea inese inings ne astrous cave-in. before heavier and I i 'ne night, Johnny Merry, Uking company asked me out, to supper loved; and out of this desire grew Urge piping was put through, re- an after-theater supper with his onp night, anil Mister Bohannon was his School of Art and I'oetry. Ilia sulierl.

This wus the poet's greatest (wife in a Broad way cafe, vuw a gay there. I'm sure 1 never regarded i teachings were" never formal -al- disappointment in developing the ing lightly. Her dance was mteuato to im up hiatus of two minutes wtme the leading hu.jhu was making quick Uiange, but Uili did not Know llial, and i.e appiauueU until Hie orchestra lesder turned around arid nowicd ai him. tu his blundering, iow-lirowed way iiiff wondcieu wny a young woman ot feucii brilliant ability knoulti liac i.o more than two tiiinuLes of uk-mow. He tould have watched i all night VMien he found himwlf In the scat lor the thud nlyht in "Here comes that pest, again," said i onto-yourself and play some PasePaii or 1 It line you pany enier ana laae a table which him as anything but an acquaint.

ways suggestive snq inspirational. iind he silently grieved when- two weeks' salary!" hil lwo)i lAii fur fliitm I inna tnunh tjtin at firm wh a wnn In l. i. a i (ho. proprietor to the cutter, "lie's aiiln' us to- death this season.

If lie don't lay oft pretty soon J'ni Koii-ri lo take ijuvn the sign!" "1 want sonij of tnctii iheni moonlignt fraid iJiif i ii-of them orrn -faced coats thai halms down behfjid. "Vi i make any ei cuing Pau uaEB t'oay that TMKRK WAi ONif TOPIC OF N6VT fOT TIRaUl Oar-AAfO Cjoultj talk AttouTAwy THAT WAS iv V. ored siigh iv 1 liu Mr1 person, don't yo.rthinH?" say to the Writer who overcrowded went near the work. He expected lilt oniy miored hlibhlly and in-t that Mr. Bo- frude said Cutter "Crude" his theme.

To another who was water source to be a Protection 1 "llonesi hTid''iTfiink 'VV'" that blonde girl?" of tha Why he saw my Uuilt' ot, inst the forert fir. whlc-h might 1 g. ever or ome' hir Jnhnny looked and groaned in- fllif day-rm Hi. Ann Ar. i no use for two or evjn a ahy tinie in dry summer dentrojr The in tho i 'i mal).

yH he says to i he whole romance of his sylvan ihe day in m. i the even in he conven- hie- -(lee' I see a lot of them pins HOW TO 1V.K1TI. IH 'hills. He truly already had made his nug.ity bohannon Mm. um tftroo piack.

lm, the c.ntrv 1 bet that For another sincere and arlniiring waiks blossom with roses; but. with times lo jeering of a hostile That's the lobster," said Johnny, irtrnwr'n th8 KlhTl (h(. adequate water supply, the lowi the MieiiiPirs of lie team i i.i i i lmk" is sirimuer in r.iiva. i a line op two In Khnti- i iitf uiidrrsiood in his ii'-avj. groping faMi.oii, ibat ihere Mai 'Inetiliiik H'ni 1., alter ciiiii.es ii si ti eii-sevcnty sniii lin nini.

i.i,. ii i'w iiin'ii mr ti.in I criiniia Thai a iiiii'us were in im iransiurmea lino iiiKiuerco mat ine nine wan upCithin! And cm line- into tha low tne poetic eueci was proauceu: vlatnn nt it, raiaiiui "I ain't asked you lo," said is( ills urea, lie inai ner name was Maye Aioniciatr, that she umi on twice in tnj tirsl acti. once til a blue uttbss antf iitice in Bilf never dd know wi.at tne ralle.i 'em, but he thought it was a shuin. just the same. She oid not apear in the second act until was nin Pel dance.

I or i-ouiisii. Yliu upt-niug attack i I bust this huslne i i fullnre of -bin u-heinn inn in Ii liHik J. mentioned that he had a wife -Am4 San Kraarlaea Flay la white ne ol Vs man urtu. it toon nomehow! If I don't he II bust the fllr 'children did he" will aall an a eland and aummrr 1,0,0 heavily on his declining years, place hi i he clut.hous., when the I u.un, fe' MUs Montclair HiH" A SIIUIXK Ol' CAXTKKBl'KY. men were ciiangmg Hicir clothes Merry was a strategist.

I dikes' Wol anw! Krotn nineteen hundred to the end alter the game, While he was turning the problem mairV that Now lan't It He tne "rturin-r- of snag-of his days the poet home was H.rrlgan. pul- ver and over in his funn I alwava thourtt Mil were a imW- Yone Noguchi's poetry' 'truly a "Shrine of Canterbury" to iNhi.iu ins brown shoulders huoiieneri hieh hmnuht i.m i -tii joii m.n while he was a learner lit which the most famous llterarv nil. "bring out Ihe tape and measure nie MUick. beVaue I got to iiave these by -Thursday Next Friday aitenioon Mctuigan, viiio was leisurely preparing for the fray, paused with ope slla-stockinged foot in his hand. Several of the other players, in various wm.

uzj. towel, "they ain't a him the ImmiiUm. oiiege man. iou wot the Hights. derived half its charm i grim as well as the lowly asDirant inwel, they am alhjm the need college man.

You looked so -so dlf- H4 1 1 i tun afd lowly from Its delightful freedom. nook, the trail to the poet's door- lii.ri girl business. ney Tf mee were lounging jt was aoouv stages of undress, walked imw tne tucker at the lal)oul the rllln (-it a man all up in tne airtill he pectedly showing their teeth, were i I Takeshi Kanno was under tne (step. Home, an Elbert Hubbard, rroni seeing ineni. vvnen are vou vi-ui.

giving Merry all sorts of trouble i.V.v. oi wun niiiiiuii iiiuiu man caipe uway wnn inspiration ror a can't hit a nock of balloons; can't eal, cant sleep; they ruin his peg-gni arm, too. Leave it to me to "Hay, people," said he, "who do you think I saw al the Casino last night--all dolled, up like head They were slamming his star pitch-' rTi PTa I of Miller and lost mmseir in oriental book, and Miller became a theme of ClUO ftOlUC Btie wvainiB uit ut Cii loaue ioin Hie same material winch had aloud to him from the window of a Broad- ers all over the lot. ami the nfth i XI inysticism. Anotner western poet, i one or tne Ijittle JourneyH." others, waiter an' Met tin' in iti.v'" I.HOW Pout the uames; pf'cn ui iirnry ii vniK, inn liniln onan-li- game proved to be a rubber.

The ulndrd subiccts. and o1.t iTT'T "fi game nrove.l to lie rnhhur ti, V. i iviaonB ii.iii,-uu ur- mnpr anicu iu v.i iiiui incivvu i.iuin mHor, came lq uh way shop, Tn niemptrs oi vne team Mathews themtht i' vorced three ubich, twice from the I itarta i.t,M longed, to the Miller school, received pearean actor, came to pay tribute who had gasped us l.e rehabliiutca onan- bp.n K)a Mc(, 0,. an' never again! 1 wouldn't rour. slaved was miia n.

um nun ioni. strong Impetus from Miller's in- to the American poet mtm burst upon tlwu-toriuied vwioir. alter the bust woman Ilvin!" I tl.air W8S. a. cultured young person fluence.

She writes at times with found his fame in London Others old Man rerry fchaded is. eyes. iM1. ft.h(, i said Merry. "They're ll t.v.7,n UBea.

ln." writa. naa an a maaculine strength, not found In as Charles Warren Stoddard, tor because of old "What is itV" he gasped. They right wherii -you're where you can anout k.ip ing and came a woman since the days of Felicia rled on the Hights Stoddard aive them away wuh home wouldn't it a I watch 'em an' k-o cases, but the trom a very oia wnio lamuy. iiemnna, as seen In her "Colorado associations, for Miller and Rome when runs do they? Looks like a cross years said Mooe "1 near Ji.i a minuie vou're out of sight zing! ui'. Al lne morning, tie lert Desert;" though she moves into the chummeit together In fwVen nigger minstrel and a It whe-71e Wm.

I. JLTlTrr And a chorus girl 1 her at the apartment house In which sphere purely womanly in her I both Had become fan mous. They the Ov- mU Help!" T-, "aJ tr ..,.7,.., railed h7 elm he. v'J 'uu ana wnere sne said her "Hocking theBaby." Her nrtistic had been fellow writers fo suceessful "h.r.h.rr." angled Biff, -tio "-v 7. i T-.

I 5 (mother was si ting up ror her, and lodge' on the Hights where she and erland Monthly, the first i v.w.u. i-irry anew, ano every oiner uan-, cutter, walked slowly down the 1 her esthetic husband lived for jeara. 1 California magaxine. Still v..