Evening Republican, Volume 14, Number 91, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 16 April 1910 — Wren Baseball Association Leased Riverside Park for the Season. [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

Wren Baseball Association Leased Riverside Park for the Season.

The Wrens Baseball Association has leased Riverside Athletic Park for the season and will have charge of all athletic events held therein. The owners retain the east end of the park for hay rights and circus privileges. No games have yet been scheduled, although Manager Harmon and Secretary Tuteur have been trying to get a contest for the near future. Printing that pleases. “We print anything for anybody.”—The Republican.

ting spurs to his horse, he rode off down the trail. Leisha watched him out of sight, then turning slowly, she went back to the house. An hour later she was off with Random "A rare bonnie lad,” old Nelson had dubbed the latter, for the square of his shoulders, the set of his head, the clear cut of his features were pleasant to look upon. One knew at a glance that he did not belong here, yet he rode a broncho. and wielded a lasso with the best of them. His weeks in the open had tanned his skull and strengthened his muscles. To the grace of his personality he had added the strength of primitive man, a combination fatal to the heart of woman. Leisha thrilled as she looked up at his straight figure. The significance of that day was very obvious to her. She was to meet Randon's mother and sister, and see the manner in which they lived in Hilton. Next week they would return to their home in New York, and Randon, his health recovered, would go back to business there. They came into town about noon. It was a mushroom western town, sprung up over night in a plain below the hill*. At one end was a group of white vfitaa, with tiny strips of lawn and wide, cool awnings. To the mountainbred girl they were palatial, and her Instinctive refinement rose to meet the occasion. She summoned the manners of her eastern schooldays to her assistance as they swept up before the most pretentious of the villas. Mrs. Randon came out to meet them and the girl crimsoned before the patronising curiosity of her gaze. “This is Miss Fenton,” said Randon, and there was pride in his tones. The girl felt the chilling reserve in his mother’s response, and her face grew hotter. She thought of her short, rough skirt and high, stout boots. She did not know how bright her eyes were, how pink her cheeks, how her u» curled up in tempting curves, and I her brows arched in penciled lines against her forehead. Randon’s sister was better. She was a frank, happy girl, but Leisha quailed before the unconscious ease of her manner, the elegant simplicity of her dress. They had luncheon in the cool, ex* quisite dining room. Randon sat beside his guest and sought to put her

fleß. Leaning one shoulder against a projecting boulder, the man looked down at the thoughtful little face beside him. "Leisha,” he said, and the voice held a note of resignation that did not escape her, "I’ve thought it over and I guess I haven’t anything to offer with Randon. He can give you everything, while I—it'll be this always, most like* ly. But I want to tell you this, Leisha, seems as if I must tell you this just once, I love you, girl, I love you.” With a sudden gesture he caught her shoulders in either hand and looked down at her with all the fierce intensity of rough, young passion. To Leisha came the vision of Mrs. Randon, supercilious, condescending. The walls of the splendid house seemed suddenly to lower about and smothered her. She raised her head and there was the country she loved, the face she had always known and trusted, and with a little laugh that was a half sob, she laid her cheek against Dan’s shoulder.—Boston Post.

SHE WAS FILLED WITH IRREPRESSIBLE JOY.