The New Ulm Enterprise (New Ulm, Tex.), Vol. 38, No. 37, Ed. 1 Thursday, June 17, 1948 Page: 7 of 8
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THE NEW ULM
I remind them that 1 intend to live
my tints does come. I shall have
CHAPTER VI
eight consecutive seasons.
Mack be-
**I am sure," Leitha said, coming
on her dressing table,
the up-
through
games on three consecutive days,
aU pitched in different cities.
another
time to
in 1915.
turned down, so she knew that Foe-
wick had been in her rooms.
little something to eat—"a
good night snack’’—ta Charlene’s
years of pitching percentage.
"5. Only pitcher of note to
average 24 wins per year at pres-
ent distances."
Cobb also extends his admiration
to Eddie Plank and Ed Walsh. "I’d
take Ed Walsh as my first choice
of al) pitchers for a five-year pe-
riod,’* he told me once. "He literal-
ly pitched his arm off in 1908 when
he worked in 66 games, winning 40
and saving 12 others. Imagine
being responsible for 52 victories?"
Eddie
recent
games,
was a
always
wasn't
was a
A friendly gesture, but Leitha de-
cided to pretend that it had coma
"too late.” She did not fool tike,
listening to Charlene any more thto
come too friendly with the members
of this household tn spite of aU the
efforts put forth on their part—even
Tanis’ now!
A FEW decades ago I asked
“ Christy Mathewson to name the
best pitcher he ever faced. "That’s
easy," Matty answered. "His name
to Charles Kid Nichols of Boston.
Nichols isn’t a good pitcher. He
ia a great one."
I recalled this talk when the mail
brought a letter from Ty Cobb at
Menlo Park, Calif.
**I think everyone has overlooked
one of the greatest pitchers of all
time," Cobb writes. "His name is
Kid Nichols. Here are just a few
of his records from 1890 to 1906*.
"It's hard to outrank
Plank,” Cobb said in his
letter. "Plank worked in 620
won 324 and lost 190. He
fine pitcher — smart and
packed with control. He
as fast as Grove, but he
tough man to beat."
One can be reminded again of the
great pitchers Connie Mack brought
along from Waddell, Bender and
Plank to Coombs, Grove, Earn-
shaw, Rommel and others — not
overlooking Pennock and Bullet Joe
Bush.
What manager ever dug up such
left-handers as Eddie Plank, Lefty
Grove, Herb Pennock and Rube
Waddell, four of the greatest pitch-
ers the venerated pastime has ever
seen on display?
And today, the eminent Mr. Mc-
Gillicuddy, aged 85, believes he has
another staff just about as good as
he had in those far off years,
Mack's Ups and Downs
No one in baseball has ever
known as many ups and downs, as
many booms and dips, as many
ascents and descents, as Connie
Mack has known since he came to
the American league in 1901.
Connie finished fourth his first
year and then promptly won his
first pennant in 1902, his second
start. He won again in 1905, and
two years later began breaking up
or dismantling his winning squad
for the first time.
He kept Bender and Plank, but
got rid of Harry Davis, Lave and
Monte Cross, plus a few others. In
place of these he picked up Eddie
Collins from Columbia, Stuffy Mc-
Innis from New England, Jack Bar-
ry from Holy Cross and "Home
Run" Baker from a Maryland ham-
let.
Connie finished second in 1909,
missing the flag by a brief eye-
lash. By 1910 he had his greatest
team—a team good enough to win
the pennant four times from 1910
through 1914. The Red Sox with
Smokey Joe Wood burning up the
league won In 1912.
The debacle of 1914, when the *
Braves won in four straight, sent
Connie back to work dispersing an-
other flock of star athletes.
String of Losses
Connie had broken up
club. It took him a long
get back. He finished last
1916, 1917, 1918, 1919, 1920 and 1921.
At that time he appeared to have an
endless lease on the cellar.
Connie began to surge back in
1925, when he finished second. He
was then 63 years old. But It was
not until 1929 that he overhauled
the Yankees and ruled
lands for three years
1932.
It was around 1933 that
gan dismantling 'another club. He
unloaded a freight car full of ath-
letes on Tom Yawkey, the list in-
cluding Robert Moses Grove and
most of his stars.
This didn’t help the Red Sox any,
but it wrecked the Athletics. They
finished last again eight more years
through 1945 when their case looked
to be hopeless.
Connie has finished last 15 or 16
times and next to last on many
more occasions. He also finished
first nine times.
He came up with a pretty fair
ball club last season in his 84th
year. At least they finished fifth.
Then came the big surprise this
season as the Mackmen, carried
along by superior pitching and
some timely hitting, moved out In
front.
Whore will the Athletics finish?
October is a long hike off. But so
far the Athletics have looked better
than either the Yankees or Red Sox
who were picked earlier to handle
all the pace setting.
tag to die just yet.
obey the doctor's orders. You are
not to have a second cup of coffee.
“You I shall mind with pleasure,"
the old man returned gallantly. “No
more coffee then. To think I should
come to this I I wonder, my dear,"
he added, “if you will allow an old
man to call you Leitha. I find it an
agreeable name; it suits you very
well.”
Leitha said she would be pleased
to have him call her that.
Then, she said, “I think we have
talked enough for one night I'll
have Union take the trays away. You
should rest now—maybe you can
even sleep. We can have many oth-
er talks later.”
He suppressed a wide yawn. “It's
that infernal dope of Gates' that
makes me sleepy,” he grumbled.
"Yes, my dear, we are going to
have many, many talks together.”
On her way to her own rooms, she
met Tanis. The other girl had sev-
eral garments slung over one arm.
She handed them over to Leitha.
"I thought,” Tanis said, “if you
are going to ride every morning with
Andres, you might be able to wear
some of these. Please don't refuse.
I intended to give them away.”
Leitha would rather have refused;
she didn’t want cast-offs from Tanis
Geller. But the other girl’s man-
ner, for once, had been gracious.
•Til be glad to borrow them while
I am here,” Leitha said. ’"I doubt
that I shall have much use for rid-
ing clothes after I leave Tannehill.”
Then she added, on an Impulse,
"Why don’t you ride with us in the
mornings, Mrs. Geller?”
"Haven’t you ever heard," said
Tanis, with her mocking smile, “that
three is a crowd? Besides, I never
get up so early. You’ll find, Leitha
—I hope you won't mind my calling
you that, and for heaven’s sake call
ma Tanis—that when you are ten
years older, you may need your
beauty rest, too.”
Choosing a Girl
For Justin
Leitha said, "I can only hope that,
when I am that much older, I shall
look as lovely as you.”
Tanis appeared pleased. "Don’t
worry, you will. Blondes fade more
quickly than redheads. Which is
why I have always wished I could
have inherited Uncle Mason's moth-
er’s coloring. She had red hair. How
do you come by yours, Leitha?”
"My mother’s hair was red,”
Leitha replied.
She thanked Tanis for lending her
the riding clothes, then went on
down the hall to her suite.
"I am sure you shall,” Leitha said
warmly.
She felt not only liking, but sym-
pathy for him, as she had felt pity
for Andres.
Mason Tannehill reached over and
laid his hand, gnarled and aged, on
Leitha’s slender, youthful one. "Now
that you have come here to take care
of me, my dear, we shall fool my
family together, eh, child?” he said.
“We’ll show them that I’m not go-
ing to die just yet!”
“Indeed we shall!” Leitha smiled.
Then severely, “But not if you won’t
She finished her training in an
Atlanta hospital. Yes, she did love
this country; it was so beautiful and
restful.
"My mother was born in Geor-
gia," she added, not knowing why
she divulged this information which
she bad withheld from Andres. “It
may seem strange, but I do not
know exactly what part.”
“Do you remember your moth-
er?” her host Inquired. His dark
eyes looked into hers in that pene-
trating way they had.
“I only remember that she was
very lovely," Leitha said shyly.
I “They say that I look like her. My
father lq,ved her very much. He
was never the same after she died."
”Thy were happy together
then?” the old man asked.
“Oh, very!" Leitha said. “They
were always laughing together-
over the smallest things. That much
I do remember. It was a perfect
marriage. When I marry it must
' be the same—a marriage that will
I have much laughter, much sharing.
, Those things seem the most impor-
tant to me.”
She stopped, surprised at herself
for having said so much. But she
did not feel that Mr. Tannehill was
a stranger.
“I am glad you have told me these
things.” His voice was gruff, yet
kindly. He cleared his throst
brusquely before speaking again.
“Is there perhaps someone already,
child? You seem so young. But
that ia how it is with older people.
They are apt to forget their ojn
youth. Which to a pity, a terrible
pity."
Leitha answered gravely. “No,
there to no one—not yet. At least,
1 I don’t think there to.”
"There must be many young men
in love with you.” There was a
teasing tone in the gruff voice now.
“But you must be careful—I am
glad you are not too eager—you must
choose wisely. Marriage to such an
important matter.”
For a little while, there was si-
lence. Leitha thought that perhaps
i he was thinking of his own mar-
riage. or that unfortunate one of his
daughter’s.
She said, to change the subject.
“Tell me about Tannahill. It to such
a lovely place. Parts of it seem so
very old. You must feel a great love
for it, a great pride.”
She was sincere in saying that.
For Tannahill grew on one, even its
brooding silence, certainly its age
and its heritage.
His face lightened and he proceed-
ed to tell her, at some length, about
the place—how his great-grandfa-
ther had chanced to come and settle
in this fertile valley, the building of
the first house, its burning to the
ground, how he, the great-grandson,
had resolved to rebuild, to preserve
it as it had been.
“It has been my great regret,”
he finished, “not to have had a son
to go on after my death; a son who
would love Tannahill as I have.
There to nothing so good for a man
—or a woman—as love of the soil,
his own soil, his own place. So
much of that to being lost, as so
many fine customs are rapidly van-
ishing.
The Patient
Senses Antagonism
There was no mistaking the sad-
ness in hto voice now, the softening
of his expression. Leitha impulsive-
ly reached over to rest one of her
hands lightly on hto.
She said, “You are right, of
course, to feel that way about Tan-
nahill. I can understand. But you
have so many around you who feel
as you do. And Andree, your neph-
ew—he must care for thto home,
thto land, almost as if he were that
son.”
“Andres!” The old man shook his
head. "Andres cares only, I fear, for
the wealth that goes along with it.
Not for the soil itself. No, alas,
there does not seem to be anyone
who could love it as I have."
“Well, you shall live to love it for
a long while,” Leitha said firmly.
"So I shall!” the old man agreed.
“I shall fool them all, including
Gates. They are all waiting, you
see, for me to die.”
So he felt that, too!
Leitha said quickly, “Oh, I’m sure
that isn’t so!”
“It’s so, all right,” he said with
conviction. "Andres, Tania, Char-
leno—the whole lot of them. Gates,
as well. Of course, there is Union;
he would grieve if I should die be-
fore my time. But my time to not
yet, so I tel] them aU. I like to see
chest. Without thinking—or because
her thoughts had strayed to ths
missing locket—her hand slid bo-,
neath the pile of handkerchiefs. Her
fingers closed around something—
and drew forth the locket!
She stared at it, almost unable to
believe her eyes. She snapped it
open. Her mother's portrait smiled
back at her.
For some reason, some one had
simply borrowed the locket, thinking
it would not be missed. The same
"someone” had put it back, hoping
to do so before it was.
It must have been Foswick, Leitha
decided. She had a good notion to
ring for the maid, to put the matter
to her bluntly. But since it might
seem strange not to have mentioned
her loss right away, and since the
locket had been returned, there
seemed no point in accusing Fos-
wick—or anyone.
Andres appeared the only one free
from suspicion. And even he could
have done it, since he had been
aware that Leitha’s rooms would be
deserted while she had dinner with
her patient.
Well, it was probably a mystery
that would remain unsolved, Leitha
decided. Deciding, as well, that the
best thing to do was to forget it.
She supposed she could lock her
door whenever she was not in her
quarters. But that was not the way
she would like to feel—suspicious,
edgy.
She recalled how excited she had
been at the prospect of coming here.
It had been almost as if instinct
had warnd her that she would walk
into some mystery.
But that was nonsense! Her im-
agination was running wild. She was
placing too much meaning on things
that had none—like wondering why
everyone had so many questions to
ask. Not many strangers came to
Tannahill. No doubt, even a nurse
was a break in the monotony.
That was aU there was to ft. Even
the locket. It had been removed out
of idle curiosity and returned with
that curiosity satisfied.
But Leitha decided that, after thto,
she would wear it, on its slender
chain, beneath her uniform. And
before she got into bed, she turned
the key in the lock of her door.
Justin Upfield arrived the follow-
ing week. He proved to be much
as Leitha had expected from hto
pictures—a nice, clean-cut boy, very
fair and very young. Hto two years
in the South Pacific had not hard-
ened him. He seemed like a col-
lege boy home on vacation.
When Leitha remarked about thto,
Charlene said, “He’s a good boy.
And yet that’s why I am so anxious
about him. It would be so awful for
him to fall in love with the wrong
kind of girl. Hto ideals are so high,
and the wrong kind of girl could
ruin hto whole life.”
Leitha hardly thought he would,
be ruined by a girl after coming
through so much more.
A Collision
Of Temperaments
"I reckon I’m just lucky," Justin
told Leitha one evening a few days,
after his arrival. He spoke in a soft
drawl that she found entertaining.
“Like bein’ lucky now, in meetin’ a
girl like you.” Hto blue eyes were
full of frank admiration.
“Oh, there are lots of girls like,
me!” Leitha hastened to turn aside
thto compliment.
But he persisted. "I just couldn’t
believe my eyesight when 1 saw you
here. Lookin’ like an angel, I de
declare, in that white uniform and
cap you wear, Mias Leitha. And
one thing I do know"—hto tone took
on the stubborn note that she was
to come to know—“there can’t be
any other girl, anywhere, fc hold a
candle to you!”
She said, “America's full of pretty
girts. It's just because you have
not seen any for so long.”
Perhaps Justin’s mother was
right in worrying about him, she
thought He did seem more easily
influenced than most.
“I've seen plenty of girls,” Justin
said. “But you, Miss Leitha, you’re
so different—”
“Don’t believe everything Justin
tells you,” Andres broke in, step-
ping out onto the wide piazza, where
the conversation was taking place.
"Justin to a gay lad, a regular Don
Juan with the gals. And don’t lot
hto handsome uniform mislead you,
either, Miss Mallory! In civvies he
looks like any other country boy.”
“Why you—” The boy flushed.
He clenched one fist It was evident
Mm* foolish accident.
"It made me decide I had better
start, my dear, to put my house fat
order. It to not that I am afraid to
die. But there to much I must put
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"At her request you gave up
drinking?”
"Yes."
"And you stopped smoking for the
same reason?”
"I did.”
"And it was for her that you gave
up dancing, card parties and bil-
liards?”
"Correct”
•Then why didn't you marry
her?”
“Well, after all this reforming. I
decided I could do better."
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