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The Exeter Times-Advocate, 1931-04-02, Page 3“The Survival of the Fattest” r ■. ------- - 111 ' “ ■" 1 — — ■ “Ain’t I? Ain’t I jes’? You watch this, cullud man.” Angel wound up elaborately,, and suddenly out of the maze of arms shot a fast one, a fearfully fast one. It looked like it was going to miss the target by six inches—until it took a midden break, and Lucreshus kersplaslied into the wetness. Zinnia led the salvo, of laughter which rang con- IVIiss The THE EXETER TIMES-ADVOCATE of tremulous expectancy. The vision was Lhcreshus Mabry. But what a lucreshus! new blue serge coat and trousers. His shirt was est rdbin-egg’s blue -silk, pecktie a distilled blue hue. buckskin, his socks sheer white silk. Upon his head a soft white hat perched at a jaunty angle and he carried in his _ left hand a pair of white kid gloves and in ‘his right a silver-headed snowy cane. Zinnia rose eagerly to greet hjm. He paused ostentatiously on the top step. There was a smile on his face -—a smile of one who is well content­ ed with the progress of his the He wore a white serge of the pur- hia flowing of darker His new shoes were white TMUBSPAY, AF11IL Um knowed that evTy ball that man pitched at mo Jas' night’ meant one less ball he could pitch in the game V-dayl Cause why? 'Cause them nickel basebulls will mint a pitcher’s arm quicker’n antliin' I knows. “So when he wan’ed to stop I kept him gain*. An' then I tipped Mr, Bossier off an’ tie het six hun­ dred dollars on Knoxville to win V- day, which same it done—easy. He give me two liund'ed dollars fo’ my share, not countin’ lettin’ me off on fifty which I owed him. You see” —reflectively—“J soht of figgered Angel Nash’s would give plumb out in the fo’tii innin'. But he heat my ’ticipabions by th'ee singles a’ a home run. Zinnia’s eyes were glowing invit­ ingly. “You slio’ly is the thikines' man, Mistuh Mabry. Ain’t you giwine stay an’ spen’ the evening with me?” Lucreslius shook his head and turned elegantly toward the front gate. He delivered an elaborate bow. “Ise got a ’pawtant ’gagement t’-pight with another lady frien,’ Miss Zinnia, I jes’ stopped by to give you a chance to reflee’ in the lonesome solisifood oif this beautiful evenin’, on a few of the hawss laughs you was kin’ enough to waff in my direction down to iBessemer last night when you was in the comp’ny of the most’ easies’ mark, the mos’ bigges’ sucker, the swell-headedes’ ma which ever ’magdned hisse’f a 'baseball pitcher.” Lucreshus started for the There he turned, hat in hand, b’lieve me, Miss Zinnia,” he Impressively, “what I is saiid is thin’!” ■BW Here is the “WESTERN” you have been waiting for wt*tCfr FVF” By B. M. BOWER !■ Rattier than become a killer hirnse^lf, Tiger Eye Reeve* left his fei^d-scarred home down on the in Texas and went to Montana, looking for a job ns cowboy. * As a scout for the Poole outfit, who were waging war against “nester?,” the kid meets Nellie Murray, He sees her father, a Master, shot down in aoH blood in front of his own door by a Poole rider. It is then that he vows war against ail killers. But can he turn traitor to the PooJe, about which he hears dark and sinister revelations? Can he go back on his resolve never to be a killer himself? Read how he work? himself out of this Terrible Dilemma at the risk of his life. “Tiger Eye” will start in this paper next week own par­ generalout as he unimmersed himself and i ticular evolution in climbed grimly douse, “Accident,” “You cain’t do But Angel could. And what’s more to the point he did, the crowd ap­ plauding now, greeting each precip­ itation of the portly Mr. Mabry with laughter ever more uproarious. As for Al Bossier, he stood raking in the shekels with an avid hand, Angel showed every trick in his twirling repertoire, “Hea.ii you is, Mistuh Mabry—-a fast one!” Epla-sh! “An* now, Bro­ ther Lucreshus, a slow out!” Flop! “A li’l inshoot fo’ Slosh! Lucreshus almost job. A new dignity enormous martyred shoulders. Pitcher, you calls yo’se’f, You ain’t no pitcher— farm ban’? You ain’t nothin’, Angel Nash, on’y Lookit what Knoxville done to you this afternoon.’’ Splash! Lucreshus shook himself and climb­ ed up again. “Li’l mo’ speed, col­ ored man. You ain’t showed none when you got beat today; Ise bettin' you ain’t got none a-tall!” “Speed?” Angel sneered, ten heah at me, Lucreshus. the on’y thing* I ain’t got nothin’ else buf. for flop! “Ain’t lie sumthin’ to sit up on a platform. Miss ISanders? jes’?” Zinnia laughed loud and ringingly. “You should worry aoout lrim. He ain’t nothin' on’y a common la.b-rer/ ' The fun ^grew faster and furicus- er. If there was any trick in An­ gel’s bag which was not for the edification of the one would have guessed overhand delivery, the heave, the ice-cream ball, breaking shoot—each did to add to the ignominy of the un­ fortunate on the platform. But with each splash into the wa­ ter Lucreshus won new friends in the crowd. Tlie temper of the mob veered; 'it commenced applauding when Angel missed. And finally, after spending more than two 'hours and a half before the stand and with­ in two dollars and a half of his worldly capital, Angel Nash and Miss Zinnia Sanders moved away. '' Lucretehus watched their depart­ ure apathetically. He had plumbed the nethermost depths of misery and the future was a thing of drab in­ consequence. He saw Al Bossier walking- towards him and heard Al Bossier’s hearty voice: “That’s enough, Luke. You can climb down.” Lucreshus climbed, sore in body and crushed in spirit. Mr. Bossier extended something. “Here’s a towel. Dry'yourself off.” The broken Mr. -Mabry raised pain- filled eyes to the man who had cans-, ed his multitudinous downfalls. “Towel!” he scoffed. “I don’ want no towel. I wants a windin’ sheet!” The following day things happen­ ed, They happened consistently, and they third innings. During the first mighty wing of Mr. Angel Nash and his hypnotic poise in the box com­ bined to hold the Knoxville batters helpless. But ^suddenly without warning the fireworks started, When the smoke cleared away seven Knox­ ville. runners .had crossed the plat­ ter following nine consecutive hits. Angel Nash was dragged iuglorious- ly from the pitcher’s box and an- other^substituted. Angel was finished and -done for. So was Birmingham's colored team. The game ended with a score of eight to one 'in favor of Knoxville, and the-Tennessee team left the field bearing with it much glory and a plentitude of coin. Angef Nash sought out Miss Zin­ nia Sanders as she was leaving the grounds. He was armed with a 100% alibi. But Miss Zinnia Sand­ ers would not listen. Words were one thing, facts another. And the “Huh! does you? you is a never one pitch hay. upward for another lie taunted Angel, it again,” yo’ health!” glorified sat upon his his “Lis- Tlia’s scheme. “Wltere Angel Nash is Zinnia?’’ “I ain’t studyin’ ’bouten at, Miss Another ‘man tried his aim, and then another and another, The spir­ it of the thing became infectious and business picked up fast ias Lucreshus ■could climb from’ the water to the platform. And then when he had been duck­ ed a score of times and the numbing ignomity of his position had become bearable by familiarity much of liis old professional aplomb returned. He was. doused regularly add com­ menced *to take it calmly, la-cquiring a contemptuous impersonal interest in the crowd which paid well for his discomfiture. An hour passed; thirty minutes more, It had become a habit by this time, Lucreshus was distant and aloof. His disinterestedness dulled the earnestness of his tor- Mientors and they gradually drifted away, seeking more zestful diver­ sion, Once in a while a new couple* ambled up and tried their luck. The ordeal was just about finished; his debt paid. Suddenly he sat up very straight. His eyes seemed about to pop from bis head, his jaw sagged aiid a low groan of unmistakable woe issued from between his lips. His eyes bored into the dusky throng, of* the midway and met another pair. ^In the clashing glances there was an admixture of amusement, surprise, fear and joy. The other pair of eyes belonged to Mr. Angel Nash, pitcher for Bir- minhiani Colored Baseball Associa­ tion! And with Mr. Nash leaning fldingly on his mighty arm was Zinnia Sanders. Lucreshus igro'aned again, ghastly quintessence of disgrace had arrived all in a bunch. What had before this seemed like disaster now appeared bright and cheerful by con­ trast, Angel Nash and ‘Zinnia! What weird caprice of a malevolent fate had directed them to the Bes­ semer street fair Mr. Mabry 'did not know. All that he did know was that they were coming towards him, startled surprise in the eyes ol‘ Mites Zinnia Sanders and unholy glee in those of Mr. Angel Nash. For one brief instant Lucreshus considered flight. Then he recon­ sidered. Tl\e damage was done. To him there came a felling of morbid satisfaction. He knew wliat he was in for, and he was grimly determin­ ed to ‘make the best of it. But he also knew that ‘all matri­ monial bets-’were off*. ,By-morning Birmingham would seethe with the tale of .his degradation; the dignified Lucreshus Malb-ry a target for base­ balls, a huge human duck, a three- for-a-nickel street-fair employee. A ©loud of grief settled about his sliioulders in ,a damp soggy mantle. He scarcely heafd the cheerful greet­ ing of Angel Nash. “Evenin’’ M'istli Mabry.” Angel purchased a quarter’s worth ■of balls; fifteen of them. “You ain’t never tol’ me you wuk’d heah.”' ‘Lucreshus hung his head in -shame. He heard a low-toned remark made l)y Angel to Zinnia, and sensed that it was not conplimenta-ry to him.' Angel spoke again: “How does you prefer to hit that water, Mistuh Mab­ ry, siftin' or lyin’?” No answer came from' Lucreshus. His figure was slumped forward in .piteous abandon to an unkind fate. He awaited the smack of the ball against the target. Angel Nash took aim. He wound up elaborately. Then he threw. HO didn’t .use much speed, but he had, plenty of control. The ball ,liit the target, but th Ore was not sufficient force behind it to release tile trig­ ger. The next time Angel used snore smoke. There was a jar, a splash a gurgle —and as Lucreshus emerged from the depths he heard the harsh bit­ ing laugh of Miss Zinnia Sanders. He took his place -doggedly, sul­ lenly. Within fifty cents’ worth of shots it became plainly evident to bim that Mr. Angel Nash was an ex­ ceedingly good pitcher. Life was just one dam-ducking after another; a succession of ups and downs—up ®n the platform, down in the water. Mr. Nas-h was ill fine fettle. So was the crowd, which was growing ever denser about him. Lucreslius beard a man in thd mbo address An­ gel, who was reveling in the spot­ light: “Ain’t you Bummin’ham “I is.” •“Does you 4eiut "3S ZlnnU who* answers | •for herself Mid for Angel; “We ain't j I1 neither of us knows him pn^sonal. T think he use.ter wuk in Bummin’-’ ham.” Lucreshus gave it un as a had ioh She had pronounced the death sen­ tence, He had nothing further to Angel shot one into the cany** Lucreshus raised a sarcastic vM*a. yon fay you was a Pitcher’” “I did, Mistuh Maihrv ” “Then whyn’t you pitch? wnc^ you ain’t, got is no sucMn’r no cumtrol,” Try this heah yout curve, instance. One—two—’’ Angel turned to Ker- Zinnfa. Ain’t he produced crowd no it. The side-arm the fast- its share steadily- started in innings, and the 1 the pitcher on the ciillud team?” know that nigg-ei* yon- “I ain’t studyin’ ’bouten no sech wuthless, no ’count, unpitch’, grin­ ning—” “I gathers, Miss Zinnia, that you disfavors Mistuh Nash at this pre­ tickler mamunt?” $he hung her head, “I is well salisfried with my presint eomp’ny." Lucreshus tapped the porch floor­ ing with the tip of his new white cane. “I on’y jes’ dropped in fo’ a li’l explanation’,”, he said slowly, “jes’ so they woul’n’t be no misun­ derstanding’ that I uses my haid fo’ sumthin’ mo’ than hangin’ a hat on. “Fust off, the reason why I to.ok that job down to the Bessemer street fair las’ night wag causen Mistuh Dossier is an oT friend of mine, ’countin’ I worked fo’ him yeahs ago An’ I is always been a man to he’p my fren’s out.” “Ain’t it the truth?” she inter­ rupted encouragingly. He continued fixedly: “An’ when I had done same he went an’ give me this heah swell outfit I is got oil jes’ to show his gratitood. You might also remember -that Mistuh Angel Nash is paid fo’ mos’ of it. “An’ to continue, lemnie state that when Angel Nash stahted pitcli- in’ at me I stahted thinkin’ at him. An’ I thunk thought which was wuth money. I knowed he was gwine to pitch against Knoxville t’day an’ I egged him on. An’, Miss Zinnia I / f I the i 4 /'* I V J i gate. “An’ said su-in- And then triumphantly, with his pristine dignity unimpaired, Lucre­ shus Mabry blended into the dark­ ness. The End WHAT’S THIS' FOR Sybilla Spahr’s remedy. It’s the BEST for treating .sore throats, cough, bronchitis, bronchical asth­ ma, tonsil ills and kindred diseases. Try it it’s good. Exeter and Hen- sall Druggists. m r ^Fed^rdsbuKgi^ CROWN BRAND CORNSARIIP This famous Recipe Book contains nearly 200 prize recipes chpsen from 75,000 received from all parts of Canada. 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