by Zona Gale
HEMPEL had watched the hands of the clock make all the motions of the hour, from the trim segment of eleven to the lazy down-stretch of twenty minutes past, the slim erectness of the half-hour, the promising … Read the rest
HEMPEL had watched the hands of the clock make all the motions of the hour, from the trim segment of eleven to the lazy down-stretch of twenty minutes past, the slim erectness of the half-hour, the promising … Read the rest
ARTIE CHERRY’S home,” they told one another. “Artie Cherry! Seen him?”
He appeared on the village main street early that evening, and from the bank corner to the drug corner held a reception.
“Land! Artie Cherry,” they … Read the rest
AFTER breakfast one morning Peleas and I were standing at the drawing-room window watching a snowstorm. It was an unassuming storm of little flakes and infrequent gusts, and hardly looked important enough to keep a baby indoors. … Read the rest
THE New Lady’s house was marked by a row of poplars outside the fence, as if the very road changed its character when it passed her house. As for Nicholas, when he went by that house he … Read the rest
EVERY one in the room had promised something. Mis’ Tyrus Burns offered her receipt for filled cookies. “My filled cookie receipt,” she said, “is something that very, very few have ever got out of me. I give … Read the rest
One day in July our Rochester club, leader in the Eastern League, had returned to the hotel after winning a double-header from the Syracuse club. For some occult reason there was to be a lay-off next day … Read the rest
He bought a ticket at the 25-cent window, and edging his huge bulk through the turnstile, laboriously followed the noisy crowd toward the bleachers. I could not have been mistaken. He was Old Well-Well, famous from Boston … Read the rest
“Yes, Carroll, I got my notice. Maybe it’s no surprise to you. And there’s one more thing I want to say. You’re `it’ on this team. You’re the topnotch catcher in the Western League and one of … Read the rest
Willie Howarth loved baseball. He loved it all the more because he was a cripple. The game was more beautiful and wonderful to him because he would never be able to play it. For Willie had been … Read the rest
There was Delaney’s red-haired trio–Red Gilbat, left fielder; Reddy Clammer, right fielder, and Reddie Ray, center fielder, composing the most remarkable outfield ever developed in minor league baseball. It was Delaney’s pride, as it was also his … Read the rest