scendingly to his admiring companion. "Get shirts same place," he added.
His cup had run over. He was on the point of confiding to his companion the supreme felicity in store for Breede as a grandfather. But the batter struck out and the moment was only for raw rejoicing. They forgot. Bean ceased to be a puzzle to any one, and Breede lapsed into un consciousness of Julia.
The game held them for eleven innings. The Greatest Pitcher saved it to the home team.
"He was saying to me only this morning" began Bean, as the Pitcher fielded the last bunt. But the prized quotation was lost in the uproar. Pandemonium truly reigned and the scene was unquestionably one of indescribable confusion.
Outside the gate they were again Breede and Bean; or, rather, Bean and Breede. The latter could not so quickly forget that public recognition by the Greatest Pitcher.
"You're a puzzle t'me," said Breede. "Lord! I can't g'ome yet. Have't take me club."
"Can't make y'out," admitted Breede once more, as they parted before the sanctuary he had indicated.
"Often puzzle myself," confessed the inscrutable one, as the little old last year's car started on. Breede stood on the pavement looking after it. For some reason the car puzzled him, too.
Bean was wondering if Julia herself wouldn't have been a little appeased if she could have seen
