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SPIKE" SHANNON'S LAST FIGHT
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spike" became a frequent visitor at kitty's home
talking of an altogether different game.
Thursday morning dawned inauspiciously. A cold, drizzling rain was falling. Shannon had an uncomfortable presentiment that some great calamity was about to befall, and, try as he would, he could not shake it off.
"I certainly am goin' groggy," he remarked to himself. " Guess I'll chase over and see th' girl before I go down to th' trainin' quarters. It'll brace me up a little to talk to Kitty. ' '
Half an hour later Shannon and a box of candy appeared simultaneously in the Casey sitting-room. Kathleen was there, arrayed in her Sunday frock and just putting the finishing touch to her elaborately coifed hair.
''I knew you'd come," she explained, after welcoming her lover. "I thought I'd surprise you by being on time. You won't have to wait for me a minute. I'm all ready except my hat."
Spike looked at his fiancee in astonishment.
"Ready!" he gasped. "Ready for what?"
"To go with you — to see the game "
"But you cant go with me — it's impossible. I'd like awfully well to fetch you, but it's no go. Women ain't allowed."
' ' Women ain 't allowed ! ' ' exclaimed Kathleen in amazement, her black eyes flashing back at his puzzled blue ones. "Why, Terrence Shannon!" she continued, "you know better than to think I'd believe that. I've been to baseball games time and time again."
"Baseball!" Shannon barely gasped the word. "Baseball! Say, what d'ye think I am, anyhow?"
That he, "Spike" Shannon, renowned, beloved by all the sporting fraternity, feted and dined by athletic clubs, held up as the embodiment of all that a model, first-class, cleanlived, high-principled follower of the game, should be rated so far below his par value was to Shannon bitterness unspeakable. He drew himself up with such dignity that Kathleen found herself forced to admit that even without a uniform he was quite