Three winters in succession I loaned that guy enough dough to set himself up in business, so"s he"d lay off me and watch the pastime from the grandstand. He lost a cigar store shootin" c.r.a.ps, a pool room bettin" with the customers and a delicatessen because he eat all the stock himself. I got him a job on the road sellin" sportin" goods, and the only thing he sold all year was a pitcher"s glove at $1.25. He bought that himself.
Now the thing is--why did I keep a guy like that on my club for the lengthy s.p.a.ce of seven years? The newspaper birds claimed Hector had seen me murder somebody or somethin", because they says I wouldn"t let him in a ball park with a ticket, if he didn"t have _somethin"_ on me that must be kept from the world at any price. Well, it wasn"t nothin"
like that--but it was somethin" just as good, as the grocer says. Me and Hector was kids together in the same ward, and when we started out to dumfound the world, he had a bankroll which his beloved father left him and I had nothin" but freckles. I practically lived off that guy till me and real money became well acquainted, so I couldn"t see him get the worst of it now. It would of broke his heart if he ever got shoved outa organized baseball--he was a maniac about the game! So Hector drawed his dough every season, come what may--and at that I was doin" no more than he did for me.
I managed to keep him busy in some way about the park--always with a uneyform on--and now and then I let him pitch an innin" when we had the game locked away in the safe deposit vault. In all the seven years, he never missed a single day showin" up at the park and he was the rottenest ball player that ever stood under a shower. Them was Hector"s two records!
Well, I dragged Alex out to the ball park the next day and pointed out Hector to him. We was playin" St. Looey and along around the sixth innin" we had the game sewed up so tight that they couldn"t of won it in a raffle. I took out Harmon and sent Hector in to pitch.
"Gaze over this bird carefully, Alex!" I says, "because he"s the baby you"re gonna pay off on! I claim you are now peerin" at the champion dub of the world. If you can make a winner outa him or discover what he has failed to develop that would make him one, I"ll not only pay my end of our bet with a grin, but I"ll throw in a weddin" chest of silver for you and Eve Rossiter!"
"Write that down!" says Alex; "and sign your full name to it!"
"You don"t think I"d welsh on you, do you?" I says, gettin" sore.
"I don"t know if they"s enough ink in this or not," he answers, handin"
me a fountain pen. "Write it on the back of this card."
When the crowd sees Hector strollin" out to the box, they give him his usual reception, which was the same as the Kaiser would have got if he"d walked down Broadway along in April, 1917. The first guy up for St. Looey hit a roller through the box and Hector stood on his left shoulder tryin" to pick it up. The runner only got as far as second before Hector arose. The next guy put a neat round hole in the right field fence, makin" it two runs. Well, before it was three out they had got four more and the only guy connected with the St. Looey team that didn"t get a hit was the owner. They only quit slammin" the pill because they had batted themselves sick and could no longer stagger up to the plate.
Hector comes to bat in the next innin" with the bases as full as a miner on pay night. He lets two go by, right in the slot, and he fell down skinnin" his nose, swingin" at the next for the third and last strike.
I removed him by hand and sent in a ball player to pitch the rest of the game.
"Well, Alex," I says on the way home, "what do you think of your patient?"
"Is he as bad as that every day?" he asks me.
"No," I says. "He was Ty Cobb and Walter Johnson to-day, alongside of what he usually is!"
"Hmmph!" grunts Alex. "I can see he ain"t a ball player, anyway."
"You been readin" "Sherlock Holmes,"" I says.
"Baseball ain"t everything!" declares Alex, rubbin" his nose. "And the point we have to consider is--what _can_ he do?"
"That"s easy!" I says. "How much is seven from seven?"
"Why--nothin"," says Alex.
"That"s Hector!" I says.
With that I told him Hector"s pedigree from the time he crossed my path when an infant, to date. I left out nothin" and laid it on good and thick. I explained how Hector had been the world"s most consistent failure from the time he had been introduced as "It"s a boy!" up to the time of writin" and when I got all through, Alex grins like a wolf.
"A most promisin" case!" he says. "This here"s somethin" that"s gonna put me on my mettle, right at the start. The tougher a thing looks, the more appetizin" it strikes me! Now I"ll take it for granted that this man"s got no _strong_ points. All right--that"s nothin" but a detail! You"ve told me a lot of hard things about him, but you ain"t said he ain"t human--and if he"s human he"s got a _weakness_! A well-developed weakness in a man has often been turned into glitterin"
gold. Does he drink?"
"Let"s save time," I says. "Hector don"t know whether whiskey and beer is drinks, or the battery for to-day"s game. He couldn"t tell you offhand whether tobacco was a thing to chew and smoke or the latest fox trot. The only woman he ever met twice was his mother, and he thinks sayin" "Darnation!" in earnest is the same as h.o.m.ocide. His only love is baseball and his only weakness is his stomach!"
"Aha!" says Alex. "I knew we"d get at it! He"s fond of food, eh?"
"Fond of it?" I says. "Why, this guy can do more things with a steak than Edison can do with a pint of electricity! He took me to a dinner he cooked himself one night and the only thing I recognized on the table was the water. Everything was fixed up after his own recipes and at the drop of a hat he can tell you how many of them calories and proteins they is in a pea!"
"That"s enough!" hollers Alex. "He"s as good as over right now! He simply picked the wrong trade when he took up baseball, and I"ll get him a job as chef in one of the famous hotels so--"
"Don"t make me laugh!" I cuts him off. "Would I of bet you, if it was as easy as that? They ain"t a chance on earth--I thought of that years ago. Hector wouldn"t boil water for money--he only cooks that stuff up for himself. He--"
"A true artist, eh?" says Alex, kinda thoughtful. "That makes it all the better! Bring him up for dinner to-morrow night and let me study him. In a week I"ll collect that little bet from you and then I"ll be ready to take on the next case."
"You certainly stand well with yourself, don"t you?" I sneers. "Well, lemme give you a little tip. Don"t try to get that bird to give up baseball, because they ain"t a Chinaman"s chance of that! The only chance you got is to put him over as a ball player, and if _you_ can do _that_, I can sell electric fans to the Esquimaux!"
"Bring him up to-morrow night," says Alex, grinnin" like a wolf. "This looks like a cinch to me!"
I went to Hector in the clubhouse the next afternoon. He had had a hard day playin" the White Sox--from the bench.
"Where are you goin" to-night?" I asks him.
He flushes up a bit.
"Well, Mac," he says, "I have finally found a joint where they know how to cook "em without abusin" "em and I was figurin" on goin" there first, so--"
"Cook what?" I b.u.t.ts in.
"Alligator pears!" he says. "Y"know they is a lot of nourishment in them babies when they"re properly prepared and--"
"You"ll be around at that beanery _to-morrow_ night!" I shuts him off.
"To-night you"re comin" up and have dinner with me."
He gets one shade redder.
"Why," he stammers, "Ahumph! That--er--that"s terrible fine of you, Mac, but on the level, I--y"know this place is the only one in New York where they can cook them things and I"m a hound after them! I--"
"Come on!" I says. "We"re gonna give the subway a play. The wife"s expectin" you and I got a friend that"s crazy to meet you. Are you gonna throw me down?"
He backs away and ruffles his hair.
"Mac," he says, "I"ll have dinner with you to-night on one condition!"
"Shoot!" I says.
"Well, Mac," he tells me, "they ain"t no doubt in my mind that your wife is some cook, but if I"m gonna eat this stuff--I--well, I demand the privilege of cookin" it!"
"Where d"ye get that stuff?" I says. "Why--"
"Lemme do this, Mac," he says, "and you"ll never regret it. I can hang it on any chef in New York for money and you"ll eat the greatest meal you ever got outside of in your life!"
Well, this was new stuff to me, but I figured I was gonna get five hundred bucks outa it by way of Alex, so I fell.
"All right!" I says. "Come up and cook your head off. I"m game! But if you"re as good a cook as you are a ball player, I can see where me and the wife suspends friendly relations for about a year!"