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has seen the trick and turning strives to regain third. Too late!
"Out!" shouts the umpire.
To say that the crowd cheered is putting it entirely too mild. When the noise lulled, Jacques, the "engineer," calls for three cheers for "Grandstand Jimmie," and they were given with a will.
That should have been enough glory for any man but fortune has her favorites and she had marked Jimmie for her own that day.
The first man to bat in the last half of the ninth strikes out. Then Haradin gets first on balls. Sharman hits a grounder to shortstop and goes out at first. Haradin goes to second on Sharman's hit. The Cricket glares at his shortstop for the play. Priott comes to the bat, misses once and finds the next one. Haradin leaves second running like a deer, but halfway to third stumbles and falls. Priott makes a long slide and reaches second, just as Haradin, half-blinded by dirt and nursing a broken wrist, lands safely at third. He is game and says he will run it out.
Score tied, last half of the ninth, fielder crippled, pitcher played out, two men out; "Grandstand Jimmie" steps to the bat.
Talk about Napoleon advancing alone and on foot with the debris of a shattered empire drifted around him; why, he was not "in it" with Jimmie, in the eyes of the engineers and the assembled multitude, when Jimmie picked up his "wagon tree" and walked to the plate with the game all but lost. With not a tremor in his hands and with an eye as clear and steady as in the first inning he adjusted the bat and awaited the coming of the ball. On his young shoulders rested the honor of old L. U. The winning of that game was as much to Jimmie then as the fate of the empire to Napoleon.
The feeling of the crowd can be easily judged from the fact that not a cheer greeted the appearance of their favorite. They were past the cheering point. The old professor was leaning far forward, trembling with excitement, the girl with the greek letter pin forgot to chew her gum, Billy, the pharmacic, for once was still while over the face of Jacques, the engineer, there spread
a look of settled gloom. "Can he?" seemed written in the faces of all.
For a moment silence reigned over bleachers, grandstand and field, then, at a signal from Jimmie, Crawson coaching at third and "Sal" on the line at first "opened up." The base runners play away off.
"Strike one," from the umpire.
"Look out," shrieks Crawson as the Cricket fires the ball to third, but Haradin heeding the warning cry turns quickly and slides for the base. It is awfully close.
"Safe," cries the umpire and you can hear the crowd take a breath.
Once more the Cricket wets his fingers and paws the ground.
"Crack," and the ball goes skipping out of the diamond between the second baseman and first and away goes Jimmie running leisurely to first.
"Its a daisy cutter," yells Crawson and Haradin with the terrific yells of the crowd ringing in his ears dashes across the home plate.
The game is won.
Nothing ever heard at L. U., equaled the cheering that followed Jimmie's brilliant hit. No, not even when Springs made his plucky run of ninety yards and made the touch down against I. S. U.
Jimmie's out of school now and is trying to make a safe hit on the game of life. Now and then one of the old boys wanders back to L.U. and relates to the new boys the story of how "Grandstand Jimmie" won his name and the game and the memory of that hero bids fair to last as long as the stone halls of L.U.
"F. STERLING."
A Scene from "The New Woman."
Miss Minerva Smythe, discovered alone in her study. On the table before her numerous philosophical works are scattered.
Minerva soliloquizes: "It is indeed strange how so great a thinker as Kant could have been disturbed in his philosophical abstractions by a group of poplars obscuring the church spire at which he was accustomed to gaze. It is only when this complete disregard for objective