She Knew A Thing Or Two About The Game Herself

The otliar day a Detroit youth ,vho had come home from college ïor vacatíon ,took his younger sister öut to Pee a baseball same. Bhe ls a quiet, demure ltttle lass, witlh blue eyes an:l a timid manner, and she slipped into her se at in the granii stand as staidly a.s If öhe were eateriag the famlly pew at church. As th game progressetl he kindly miidertoo'k to explain to her somethlng about Ita points, so she would uniderstand at least a little about it. "Xow the man ís aboíi.b to throw the ball," be said. "He ïs called the pitcher. The man with the stick in hl-í hand Is the b.Uter. He WiU try tv hit the ball, an'd lf ha does, he wlll run to that little bag, whlch is called a base." The young man's eister seemed to bc quite interested, and llstened attentive-ly to his explanatlons. Presently somebo'ily hit o at. a twobagger fchat wem't clear through the shortstop, and lit ou.t for tirst like a wild turkey. The young man began to explain. "No-W," he Baid, "if the helder tlhsnowa the ball ta tlie man on vhe bag befare-" The Jioung man ceased suddenly. His .sister luad sprung xipon the beinth, grabbed his hat and thrawn it into tine cmvd, and b"arieked at the top o' her voice : "Yali, yah, yah ! "Wasn't that a hot tiunali ? Ss B3-3S-sz.zzzz- get ttoat shortstop a seiue. Go it Eempsey, you're a peach ! Oh, Lordy, niiat a dalsy cufcter ! (iet Mm. a basket ! Whocpee, doo't that make your whiskcr.-i curl ? Yah, yah, yaft I" "Sit (Ioiïb, sis," sil the young mau In a slightly aggrieved tone. "Why (lidn't yon teil mp. yom were a rooter ?"- Detroit Free Tress.