Jimmy Kirkland and the Plot for a Pennant. Fullerton Hugh Stuart

so gallant a champion," she mocked.

      They were verging upon a sharper clash of words when a big man, heavy of jaw and red of face, strolled into the parlor, not taking the trouble to remove his hat.

      "Oh, here you are, Helen," he said. "I've been looking everywhere. Time to start or we'll be late to bridge."

      "Uncle Barney," said the girl, rising, "this is Mr. – oh, I forget. What is it you call yourself now? – McCarthy. I knew him when he was at college. He plays on some baseball team – one of those we saw to-day. Mr. McCarthy, this is my uncle, Mr. Baldwin."

      "I have heard of you often, Mr. Baldwin," said McCarthy coolly, although fearful that Baldwin might remember him.