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Show Little Stories About Baseball The Embarrassment of Mr. Rowan By W. A.-Phelon "I'm goinc .into a nunnery or .a convent." con-vent." Rays Jack Rowan, the large and handsome pitcher. "Me for some place where nobody can pco me. nobody can hand me the lemon, and I can frame up plans to get certain people when the springtime comes again. I have reasons of my own." Mr. Rowan considered by many, especially espe-cially by tho ladles, the handsomest athlete ath-lete now In captivity has had troubles, and then somo added. During tho greater part of last season Mr Rowan roomed with Rube Benton, the would-be pitching wonder, and tho pair of them had a huge ! room on an upper floor of a highly re- I putablo boarding house While on the last eastern trip of tho season young Mr. Bonton was handed the Iron ball, blue envylope. or . harpoon. The good landlady land-lady of tho boarding house thinking that Mr. Rowan would be Ionoly In so large a room transferred the handsome athlete's ath-lete's belongings to a. smallor cage, hiring hir-ing two porters to carry the chest of love letters, and rented the room to a pair of cirl art students. Mr. Rowan arrived from the road at an early hour In the morning. Me hurried hur-ried lo the boarding house, opened tho familiar door with the same old key and walloped upstairs to the same old room. He turned the knob and hurtled Into the room Just as two visions in extremely translucent clothing rose from their couch and reached for their curling Irons. Scream followed scream. A shrill soprano so-prano yowl of "Murdor. help, help, burglars!" bur-glars!" mixed with a contralto squawk of "Oh, Mr. Murderer, please spare me if you must have blood kill her. she's the elder," while a deep bass was hollowing-, "Oh. say. 'sense, me beg pardon what the mackerel arc you girls doing in my room?" And Mr. Rowan, red as a prairie fire, turned and galloped down the stairs. He missed the first landing and went rolling the rest of the way, hitting only the high places. Now, as it chanced and happened, the black servitor of the house was just carrying car-rying an ample breakfast, mostly boiled eggs, to a star boarder, and. tray In hand, was rounding the lower landing. Suddenly a vast and rapidly moving body cannoned Into the unhappy African, and athlotc, eggs and coon went whirling In a wild and shrieking heap to tho bottom floor And everybody came out In their pajamas; and the girls upstairs kept on shrieking; and Mr. Rowan, being full of wrath and three-mlnulc egg vplk, could only stammor and thero was'IIadcs to pay In all directions. After quiet hnd been restored, Mr. Rowan, who Is a thoughtful and a generous gener-ous athlete, felt that he should do something some-thing to make universal peace. In Now. York he had bought several huge live-pound live-pound boxes of the best candy. Like a flash he opened his suitcase and took out Uireo boxes. "Here." ouoth Mr. Rowan, handing them to the landlady, "you take one arid givo I ho other I wo to those young ladles whom I disturbed, with my apologies and compliments." And five minutes later the landlady telephones for bloodhounds and a Maxim gun. On the train or in tho Now York hotel some brute among the Reds had removed re-moved all Mr. Rowan's candy and refilled the boxes with rocks, clam shells and tobacco to-bacco quids. Can Mr. Rowan bo blamed for harbor-L harbor-L Ing a desire to slay9 |