Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 3 June 1940 — Page 16

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‘By HARRY .H KROLL

CHAPTER ONE "ROSSY M'AFEE laid his bag of baseball bats and ancient telescope

By Abner Deen

at the wrought-iron arch which

ran between the stone gate posts. | The iron letters, “Lincoln College,” were two feet high. . Rossy stared hungrily at the - bronze figure cf the Rail Splitter |

in the drive oval. He had had two ambitions in his gaunt soul—| one, to make the big time as a ball | pitcher; the other, to find the man | who had killed his father and ex-| act an eye for an eye. Now he: was overwhelmed with a third, to become an educated man’, Standing there, a Lincolnian figure himself, he seemed to be stepping across the threshold of a new life. i? The campus seemed deserted. “Well, I do declare!” Rossy muttered. “Ain’t I at the right place?” He heard a chattering, clatter-

SF ,grip ‘on the ground and gawped

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ing roar behind him, faintly at first, then increasingly louder. Before he could collect his wits, it was upon him. He whirled around, saw a girl speeding along the sidewalk toward him. The noise came from wheels on her feet. She must have been going 200 miles an hour. The girl yelled, tried to turn. Steél grated on concrete, Rossy jumped this way and that trying to decide which way she was going. She plunged on toward him, shouting for h o get out of the way. She turned ggain, grasping at the air, and Rossy jumped the same way. : In another instant they wese all piled up—legs, wheels, arms and grip. The girl was yelling and bawling. Rossy heard himself yelling, too. . | : “Hey, what the—" But he| seemed to have helped break the girl's tall. They untangled themselves and he helped her to her feet. She rubbed her bruises. Then - she ‘laughed. “I'm alll right. I'm Judy Tollivar. That's what I get for trying to be a kid again. . . . Roller skating. But who are you? . Youre new here, aren’t you?” } “T’h Rossy McAfee. . player. Pitcher.” “Ah, 1 see. You're wanting Coach Hurd. You'll find him at. the gym.” . : Then they stood there just inspecting each other. She had. a Tovely dimple and if played like a bright wind on sunny water. “And you are Rossy McAfee! I'm sure we'll be seeing a lot of each other. I'm mighty glad to know you.” ‘ With a wave and a laugh she was underway safely again. Rossy waiched her glide away. a E. # ”

Rossy gathered up his luggage and | walked slowly toward the gym, now

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and then turning to see if the girl||

was in sight. She wasn’t. He came _ to the front door of the gym and| knocked. No answer. ~ ag “Huh!” he snorted. Removing! one of his polished bats, of his own | make, he beat on the door, listened, and then began mauling the door angrily. “This is the durndest place for nobody to stay home—" “What is it?” People just appeared from nowhere, it seemed. This was a man, in easy' old gray suit; he was thick, kindly, and distinguished. His age was perhaps 45. - He wore boots—evidently- an outdoor man. “Is there something I may do for you?” “I'm Rossy McAfee and I come

to school and I want to play ball, ||

and where's Coach Hurd ain’t him?” “Rossy McAfee!” the man repeated, and just stood there with a fixed look. “I see. You're the ball pitcher from -Hell’n-Damnation Holler. Coach Hurd told me .about you. . Come this way.”

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He took the bag of bats and led|

the. way to the rear of the gym. “The athletes were not expectad for registration until Monday; but Coach will take care of you all right.” They entered by a back door and went through a labyrinth of showers and lockers. At a door the man knocked. “This is Rossy McAfee, Coach.” he said. “Well, doggone my tintype, so it is!” the coach grinned, shaking Rossy’s hand. “Come right in. Don’t rush, Prexy.” The middleaged man said he'd be seeing him, and when he was gone Coach Hurd pulled Rossy in and shut the door. “Well, well! How are you?” “Who was him?? Rossy asked, jerking his thumb back. “Doc Tollivar, president of Lincoln College.” ; “Did you say Tolliver?” “It's Tollivar, not Tolliver, as you folks spell it in the hills. Different breed of dogs.” .Rossy’s eyes began to gleam. TA or e, a Tolliver’s a Tolliver and they air all thieves and rascals. ’em. One of ’em killed my pappy long time ago in a ball game with a

bean ball, and—why, lands, I bet al -

cow he was the feller!” Then all at once Rossy realized he may have talked too fast and too much. He talked fast, “Aw, I pever meant none of that, Coach.” = ” s

IN HIS CONFUSION he had picked up his grip, but he dropped it as suddenly, and tHe cotton ‘cord holding the top broke, spilling red flannel underwear and shirts and socks and a photograph on the floor. Rossy began frantically te

gather the stuff up, and Coach Hurd |

helped by picking up the picture, which was a honey blond of perhaps 118 or 19.

«“Ah-hah!” he teased. “Our little|

sweetheart back in the hills, eh?” “Huh?” They Rossy grinned em‘barrassedly. “W-wall, yah—that’s

- she know her baseball. She’ll shore ‘make a go-getter for some feller about my size.” | “So it's all arranged, eh? You're going to get book-l'arning ahd make the big leagues and then the wedding bells will ring, eh?” “Well, ‘if Hannah has her say-so, it'll come to that. Er, Coach, who ‘was that there gal that almost run ‘over me with her foot wagons out ‘at the gate just now?” ' ~ “Foot wagons! Ah!” Then he un‘derstood laughed. “Those are

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skates. Why, that’s Dr. Tollivar’s daughter, Judy.” ; “Doctor—what kind of doctor air

he—hoss, tooth-dentist, man doctor or what?” ' - “Doc Tollivar is a doctor of phi-

“Never heerd of that ailment. It ain’t ketching, air it?” Hurd roared with laughter. To

cover his confusion he began talking |

fast and at random. : “It's a mind doctor, and don’t you

wofry any about that. He won't

have to work on your mind, and I'll take care of that left arm of yours, for we have you all docketed for ‘big things here, bub. You rate high.. You'll live off the fat of ‘the land. Know where you're going to live?! Rossy shook his head. “Where?” wi, son, at Dr. Tolivar’s! Yes, sir, right with Doc and his daughter,” :

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