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THE CONSTITUTION. JR.
Supplement to The
Atlanta Constitution.
WON UY A. “SUB."
By PIERRE LA ROSE.
"Written for The Junior.
The East River academy boys came gayly
into Danford in the big hotel omnibus,
which was decorated lavishly with bunting
and ribbons of crimson—the colors of the
ball team The load of laughing boys was
driven at a rapid trot up Danford’s big
main street until the hotel was reached,
where all the boys tumbled out in the best
of spirits.
“That’s their coacher,” whisperd a Dan
ford youngster, as an athletic young man
jumped lightly to the ground. And so it
was. It was Richard Harvey, a graduate
of Yale, who was looked up to by the East
River academy boys as a higher authority
than Webster or anybody else in any and
all matters, and who, I am sure, was ap
pealed to oftener that that famous gentle
man. “We’re sure to get beat,” continued
the same whisper, “even if Tommy wasn’t
in bed with fever.”
Perhaps it would be best to explain how
much this conversation meant.
It was the Fourth of July and the last
of the series of three games for the cham
pionship between the East River academy
boys and the Danford school, two rival in
stitutions, was to be played. The two
nines had won a game each —both of them
exciting and close. The first one 'went to
the Danford team by a score of 10 to 8,
and had been won most of all by Tommy
Morrow’s daring base running. The sec
ond game went to the academy nine by the
still closer score of 6 to 5. Now with all
this in mind, it is very clear that there was
much at stake for both sides. Tommy
Morrow was Danford’s brag second base
man and a famous batter, so his illness
was a heavy blow to the team’s hope ol
success. Then one of the Danford boys
happened to see the East River academy
nine practice and told the other members
of the team about the “coach” they had.
All this was provoking enough, but there
was still another question rs greater im
portance in the excited mind of Captain
Harry Baldwin, of the Danfordites: Who
was to play in place of Second Baseman
Morrow? There were three substitutes:
O’Brien, who was willing enough., but too
fat; Williams, who was naturally lazy,
though a heavy hitter, and Howard, who
was a substitute by virtue of the tact that
his brother had been a college man and a
thorough baseball man. Being last on the
list, Howard was called “Sub,” and Howard
accepted it. There had been so little cxiance
of a place on the team that Captain Bald
win had not even required * tub to Cl tel
into the practice games, but in the mean
time Howard had not been idle but had
worked faithfully at home under the supe
rior instruction of his brother.
That afternoon the temporary stand was
filled with pretty girls and many ladies, the
greater portion of them wearing the white
and blacK of the Danford school team. A
part of the stand had been set aside for
a delegation of feminine admirers of the
academy boys, and it was lavishly decut
aled with the East River colors.
The Danford nine was on the grounds
first, but simply tossed the ball about be
fore the regular practicing time. At the
last moment Captain Baldwin had been
obliged to put Williams on second base,
with only one man to spare—“ Sub” How
ard—for O’Brien had sprained his ankle in
some awkward move.
Promptly at 3 o’clock, with Mascot Jack,
a big black cat, on the driver’s seat, the
omnibus containing the East River nine
swung into the grounds and drew up with
a rattle and noise in front of the stand
where their delegation sat. Out jumped me
boys, enthusiastically, fifteen in number,
for the captain wanted to be sure of tne
game. They were all grouped together re
ceiving the last instructions of their coach
er, wuen a handsome bouquet of red roses
was sent to the captain, Rollins. Three
cheers w'-re given by the team and they
rushed out to their preliminary practice
with a vim that maue Captain Baldwin
say to himself:
“I wish that my men had that much
spice in them. 1 am afraid they have nut
forgotten their last defeat.”
The umpire was selected, for a wonder,
without any trouble, and took his place
behind the home plate at 3:3*1 o’clock and
cried out:
“Play ball!”
The Danford boys took the Held, hopefm
but by no means certain of victory, on the
other hand the East .River team was fairly
jubilant, while its youthful supporters could
uot suppress their enthusiasm. Just be
fore the lirst ball was pitched Richard Har
-rey whispered something to the umpire.
This looked suspicious and Captain Bald
win was about to remonstrate when the
umpire stepped up to the plate and an
nounced in loud tones:
“Mr. Harvey asks me to say that to the
player on either side that distinguishes
himself during the game, he will give a new
uniform in the colors of the winner’s teu.ni.”
At this there was enthusiastic applause
from all sides, and many were the cheers
and hurrahs that Harvey’s generous offer
received.
The first inning went by with a base hit
to the credit of each side, but no runs were
made; it was yery evident that *he game
was to be a close one. The second, third
and fourth innings went the same way gnd
the excitement was intense.
In the fifth inning there was joy among
the crimson’s supporters. The captain of
the East River team led oft with a long
fly to center Held which Rankin, in some
unaccountable way, muffed, putting the
runner on second base. A base on balls, a
clean hit and a two-bagger made the score
3 to 0.
But that was not all!
With the game more than half over, the
opposing nine three runs ahead, Williams
was taken violently ill and could play no
longer. Captain Baldwin was at his wits’
end. There was only one thing to do, and
he couldn’t afford to let his men see that
he was discouraged.
“Get ready, ’Sub,” he called out cheerily
to Howard, whose eyes were sparkling with
tielight, “I’m going to put you on second,
so you’d better limber up, for I expect
you to win the game.”
In the fifth inning one run went down to
the credit of the Danford school, and two
Were made in the seventh, making the
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score a tie. The East River team did not
score in the sixth, seventh, eighth or ninth,
so that the Danford boys went to the bat
with a chance to break the tie and win the
game.
The first man to the bat was “£ub,” slen
der and lithe. Captain Baldwin groaned in
wardly, but hoped for the oest. Perhaps
“Sub” was nervous, at any rate he was
determined, and knew just what to do.
With the catcher thirty feet or more back
of him, he struck at the ball, bunting it
slowly towards the third basemen. l.ike a
flash he was off for first and was declared
safe amidst great applause.
A base o.< balls advanced “Cub” to second
and a sacrifice hit put him on third. With
one man out and two men on bases, every
thing looked hopeful for the Danford boys.
The line coachers were hopping up and
down like mad and yelling wildly, "he men
—>
With One Leap He Went Over she Catcher’s Head.
in the field were anxious out bet?rycd no
fc.hr. The East River pitcher was cool and
kept his head, striking out the next bat
ter.
Something was to be done!
Captain Baldwin rushed to the coaeher’s
line and gave “Suh” to understand that he
must come in. Captain Rollins, of the East
River team, saw this and knew that the
runner intended to take desperate Chaneys;
he signaled for one of their new tricks.
“Sub” pretended 10 start for the home
plate and the -aten w threw toward third
baseman, but the ball vent over his head
some ten feet. Down the line went “Sub,”
full tilt, certain now of a run and of the
game.
Put the ball had not gone wild. Forty feet
back Gt’ the third baseman the shortstop
had run and the ball had been thrown pur
posely to fool the runner. Deliberately he
drew back, and when “Sub” had gene three
quarters of the distance, sene the ball whiz
zing to the catcher so that it would only be
a foot or two from the ground and would
enable him to put “Sub” out when he slid.
All this Captain Baldwin saw—too late,
he thought.
“Slide. ‘Sub,’ slide!” he screamed, wring
ing his hands.
Like a frightened rabbit “Sub” ran still
faster. He was fairly on the catcher when
a black object passed him and he saw the
ball fairly caught. To slide meant that the
game was a tie. It didn’t cost “S’*b” a
moment’s hesitation to decide what he
should do. With one leap he went over the
catcher's head and landed in a heap on the
home plate—safe! The catcher tried wildly
to touch him, but, losing his balance, rolled
over, angry and helpless, on his back.
Then what a cheer went up, for the game
was won by a score of 4 to 3. Not only
were the cheers for the victory, ’ ut also
for “Sub,” who had won both the game
and the new uniform.
This was three years ago, but Richard
Harvey, who inherited a large fortune, rev
er lost sight of the plucky little player,
and I understand that “Sub” is going to
Yale this year and you may hear of fi’in in
college before long.
THE CHIEF’S DAUGHTER.
Touching Story of Child Life Among
the IHnekfeet Indians.
Why they call the tribe Blackfeet, I do
not know, for the color of the tribe’s feet,
like that of their faces, is much like that of
the Sioux, the Snakes, the Crows arid Pierce
Noses, or Nez Perces, by whom they are
surrounded.
The Blackfeet are to be found near the
frontier of British America, and along the
northwestern line of Dakota and Montana.
The men are very warlike, and when not
fighting with the whites, this was many
years ago, they were sure to have a quarrel
with some of their equally fierce neighbors;
so that there were always many widows
and orphans in the tribe.
Twenty-live years ago Whirlwind was a
famous chief of the Blackfeet. He was a
tall, slender man, with lowering black eyes,
and the lithe, graceful movements of a
tiger. Most of the savage chiefs in those
days had a number of wives, but Whirl
wind had only one wife, her Indian name
being Selink, or the light that never dies,
and of her the chief was so fond that it
might be said he lived to male her happy,
were it not that he so loved his only child,
Molan, the. waning twilight, who was
about twelve years of age.
The Blackfeet were at this time at peace
with the whites, else myself rand my com
panions, who were out searching for gold,
would not have ventured into their hunt
ing grounds; but they were at war with
ATLANTA. GA., SATURDAY, APRIL 28, 1894.
the savage Crows, and the Crows, I may
say, were a very wild and quarrelsome
people.
Whirlwind received us kindly, though we
were short of provisions and few in num
ber; and he set aside a tepee, or skin tent,
for our use, and Molan, his pretty daughter,
delighted to watch the white men, and
one of our number being sick, she brought
him bunches of wild flowers every day,
with masses of damp moss about their
stems to keep them fresh.
Now, I must tell you why I have dis
liked and must continue to dislike the
Crow’S. As soon as our sick comrade got
well we bade goodby to our Blackfeet
friends and went to the hills to look for
gold. We saw bands of Crows, but though
they must have known that we had been
the guests of the Blackfeet, they did not
attempt to molest us, but they told us that
they were going to destroy Whirlwind and
all his war iors.
War is always cruel, but the crudest
part of the "ndian wars is that they regard
the women and children their foes quite as
much as they do the men, and they kill
them whe: ?r 'hey can. Tt com folds me
as I write this, to know that the tribal
wars are forever over in the United Slates.
Now, it so happened that when the Crows
stole down by night on the chief camp of
the. Blackfeet, Whirlwind was away with
c* his braves and warriors, so that
there were only boys and old men left to
guard the tepees. The gold hunters round
feared a battle, and all who knw the chief’s
wife and his lovely little daughter were ea
ger to save them. It was this feeling that
1 rought a score or more white men down
from the hihs, after we had seen I y their
camp fires that the Crows were gathering
for battle.
It was early in the morning, just as the
sun was rising, that w? reached the place
where the Blackfoot camp ground had been,
under a grove of cotton wood and by the
banks of a beautiful, clear stream, near the
headwaters of the Missouri. But while we
could see that there had been a camp there
within the past twenty-four hours.there was
none now.
Where the white, picturesque teepes had
stood there were now circles of ashes. There
were some dead horses and cattle by the
water’s edge, but the sad part, of it was
the number of dead women and children ly
ing about the sites of the ruined wigwams.
We hastened to where we knew the quar
ters of the great war chief -the home of
gentle Molan and her mother bad been, and
here the fears we scarcely dared to whis
per to each other were realized. The moth
er and daughter were dead, their hearts
pierced by the arrows of the Crows.
The child did not look to be dead. The
gazelle-like eyes were still half-closed, as
they, so soften looked to be, and the white
teeth looked like pearls through the parting
of the carnelian lijr*. We were all strong,
rough men, but T think our hearts were in
me right place, for. as we loosed down at
the quiet, half-smiling face of the Indian
g>rl, who had been so kind and gentle to us,
there was not a dry eye in the party, and
Jack Leitner, the man to whom ‘ he brought
tic .vers, knelt, down and as he kissed the
little cold band, he sobbed aloud, and we all
thought him more of a man for this sign
of affection.
We had -hist buried the mother and child
side by side, under the cotton woods when
Whirlwind returned. He was an Indian
chief and could hide his feelings, but I saw
him stealing away to the shadow of the
rocks where his warriors could not see that
he was capable of tears.
Years afterwards Whirlwind was killed in
battle, not far from the graves of his loved
ones, but so long as he lived the Blaekfeet
never made peace with the Crows. And so
long as T livo, I shall never forget my ideal
Indian maiden, the gentle and lamitiful
Molan. CAPTAJN TOM.
Two Great Days.
From The Detroit Free Press.
The teacher was instructing the arithme
tic class in history.
“On what day is Washington’s birthday?”
she inquired.
“Twenty-second of February,” answered
the class.
“And Independence Day?”
“The 4th of July.”
“What is the difference between the two
days?”
This seemed to be a. poser,‘and no reply
was forthcoming. Finally a youngster who
had been scribbling on a piece of paper held
up his hand.
“Good for you. Johnny,'’ sail the teacher
encouragingly; “now tell us what the differ
ence is between these two of the greatest
days in our national history.”
“Four months and twelve days, ma’am.’*
AH of Them Think So.
“What is reason?” asked the teacher
from Boston of the smallest boy in the
class. “It’s what my daddy never has for
lickin’ me,” was the confident reply,.
WHITE SAVAGE.
Some years ago, when Sag Harbor, at the
eastern end of Long Island, was still a
resort for whales, that was before the dis
covery of petroleum lowered the price of
W'hale oil, all the lads of spirit thereabouts
looked upon voyage to the North or South
poles as an essential part of their educa
tion,
A drearier life than that of common
sailor on board a whaler it would be diffi
cult to imagine. The food, though abund
ant, is coarse; the quarters are vile-smell
ing and far from wholesome; the service is
hard, and the officers are apt to be
tyrants. Wha’e ships find their game in
the open sea, and so never touch at a port
unless to repair the damage done by storms
or to get fresh supplies.
Henry Pearsall’s father—every one called
the lad “Hen”—had been to sea on a
whaler when a boy, and so knew that the
life was a delusion and a snare; that the
effect of such associations was damaging,
and t'ji t the time of his sons, he had two,
would be wasted if they left the farm for
such a career.
Knowing it would be folly to try for his
father’s consent, Hen wa.ued till the night
before a whale ship was about to start for
the “Southern ocean,” as the South Pacific
was called by the sailors, and putting off
in a small boat to where the vessel was
anchored, he hailed the deck watch, stated
his purpose, and was taken on board.
Hen Pearsall had not been twenty-four
hours at sea before he regretted his con
duct. He had been too much on the water
to be sea-sick, but he had that awful pain
at his heart known as home-sickness, which
is far harrier to stand, and which, among
such companions, would have been laughed
at if known.
Off New Zealand a number of whales were
captured, and the excitement attending
this, broke pleasantly enough on the awful
monotony of the cruise. Twice in two years
the ship touched land, once at the Bay of
Islands, in New Zealand, and the second
time at Fongo-Pongo, in the Navigator is
lands. Here, without telling his purpose to
any one, Hen Pearsall decided to desert,
though he had two years’ pay coming to
him.
He dropped over the side of the vessel one
night, and unheeding the man-eating sharks
that swarmed about, he swam ashore,
guided by the Hies of the natives. Without
food he hid in the woods for three days,
while he watched the crew searching for
him. It was not till he saw the Albatross
flying out to sea, that he came to a native
village, where he was received with the
kindness that characterizes those people.
Her. Pearsall was at the other side of the
world from his old home, and the only
white man on the island. He was adopted
into the tribe, married, and forgot his kins
men in America, and nearly forgot his
mother tongue.
And so he lived, dressed as a savage, till
be reached the :v;e' of fifty, though in that
land ci pti;»t ttial summer he never lost the
run of the years.
One day a great storm swept over the is
land Upola, to which he had moved, and his
stalwart, bronzed sons came to him and
told him that a white man’s ship was going
to pieces on the coral reef that surrounded
the island. Obeying his orders, the sons and
the others, all of whom were like fish in the
water, manned their outrigger canoes and
dashed through the waves to the tescue of
the first whites Hen Pearsall had seen since
he deserted the Albatross more than thirty
years before.
Out o<f a crew of twenty-eight twelve
were saved, amongst them Captain Thomas
Pearsall, the commander. It turned out
that this Captain Pearsall was Hen’s
youngest brother, who, like himself, had
taken to the sea, but. with more success.
The savage brother learned that his par
ents and all his family hut this brother
were dead; but he had found new attach
ments and refused to leave his bronzed sons
and daughters, and go back to civilization
of which he had conceived a horror.
ANIMAL ATHLETES.
Ants Enjoy :» Good Rough and Tumble
AV res Ile (><•<•« sio is si! 1y .
The ant, whose brain is larger, compara
tively speaking, than that of other known
creatures, spends its leisure hours in wrest
ling, running and other athletic sports.
Pierre Huber, son of Francis Huber, the
celebrated “blind naturalist,” tells the fol
lowing remarkable story concerning spurts
among ants:
“I approached one day to the formicary
of some wood ants, exposed to the sun and
sheL tied from the north. The ants were
heaped upon one another in great numbers,
appearing to enjoy the temperature of the
surface of the nest.
“None of them were at work, and the im
mense multitude of insects presented the
appearance of a liquid in a stale of ebulli
tion, upon which the eye could scarcely be
fixed without great difficulty, but when 1
examined the conduct of each ant 1 saw
that they were approaching each other,
each moving his antennae with astonishing
rapidity, each patting the cheek of one of
his fellows. After these preliminaries,
which very much resembled caressing, they
were observed to raise themselves upright
on their hind legs by pairs, struggle to
gether, seize each other by mandible, foot
or antennae, and then immediately relax
their hold, only to renew the attack again
in a moment.
“They would fasten to each other's shoul
ders, embrace and wrestle, overthrow each
other, then raise themselves by turns, each
taking revenge without producing any seri
ous mischief. They did not spurt out their
venom as they do in their real combats,
nor retain their hold upon their opponents
with such obstinancy. I have seen some
so eager in these exercises that they would
pursue and vanquish several in succession,
only struggling with each a few seconds.
“In one place two ants appeared to be
gamboling about a stalk of straw, turning
alternately to avoid or seize each other,
which forcibly brought to my recollection
the sport and pastime of young dogs, when
they are observed to rise on their hmd
lees attempting - to Lite, overthrow or seize
each other, without once closing their
t< Mr. Huber tells of other queer habits of
ants, such as their running of races, carry
ing each other upon their backs, etc., char
acteristics which certainly prove that they
are endowed with a very high degree of in
telligence.
Sensible Girl.
From Street & Smith's Good News.
Teacher—Name some of the great inven
tions of the age.
Little Girl—’Lectric lights, telephone
talkin’ dolls, an’—an’ safety pins.
