"Hardly!" said the shadow. "My Dad saw the postal card and became very upset. "So," he said to me. "I see that you still want to be a ballplayer."
""Yes," I admitted. "I do. And I"m going to be a great one, too! Just you wait and see! Some day you"re going to be proud of me!"
""Yeah," he shrugged. "Proud of nothing."
"But I went to the Cleveland club"s office all the same, and Mr. Kilfoyl and Mr. Somers were both there. I told them that I had received their card. "You know," I added, "You got me into a little jam. My dad doesn"t want me to be a ballplayer."
""Don"t you worry," said Mr. Kilfoyl "After you sign with us and get into the Big Leagues, he"ll think differently about it."
""Well," I said, "I"m not signing with you or anybody else until I hear what you"re offering. I"ve been taken advantage of before, and it"s not going to happen again. I know a lot of ballplayers and they always tell me not to sign with anybody unless I get a good salary. They all tell me you better get it when you"re young, "cause you sure won"t get it when you"re old."
""That"s a lot of nonsense," Mr. Kilfoyl said. "Don"t you worry. We"ll treat you right. We"ll give you a hundred dollars a month. That"s a wonderful offer."
""I think he"ll be overpaid," Mr. Somers says.
""I don"t think that is so wonderful," I said. "And as for being overpaid, I get that much right now from the ice cream company, and in addition I get to eat all the ice cream I want.""
"So it really wasn"t an honorable offer," tsked Ozma. "Did they raise their offer?"
"No," replied the shadow with a sad expression. "They wouldn"t increase their price. And I wouldn"t reduce mine. So I left and went home. On my way home, though, I stopped in this sporting-goods store at 724 Prospect Avenue. It was owned by Bill Bradley and Ryan ... Phylli ... --I mean, Charlie Carr. Charlie managed and played first base for Indianapolis in the American a.s.sociation. Bill, as I think I may have mentioned before, played third base for Cleveland.
"Anyway, when I walked in the door, Bill Bradley said, "h.e.l.lo, Big Leaguer. I understand that the boss wants to sign you up."
""Not me," I said. "He wouldn"t pay me as much as I already make with the ice cream company."
""You know," said Charlie Carr, "I manage the Indianapolis Club."
""I know that," I said. After all, everybody knew that!
""How would you like to sign with me?" Charlie said with a smile.
""You"re in the minor leagues," I replied. "If a major league club won"t pay me what I want, how could you do it?"
""How much do you want?" he wanted to know.
"I took a deep breath and then answered, "Two hundred a month."
""Wow!" he said. "You want all the money, don"t you?"
""No," I told him. "But you want a good pitcher, don"t you?"
""Yes," he answered simply.
""Well, I said, I"m one.""
The five Ozites laughed at this, and the shadow smiled. He was actually beginning to fear that he was giving them too many details and that his story may be becoming long-winded and dull. But seeing that he was not boring his listeners, he continued:
"He agreed to my terms, of course. So right then I signed my first professional contract, with Indianapolis of the American a.s.sociation.
"When I got home that night I had to tell my dad about it, because I was to leave for Indianapolis the very next day. Oh, that was a terrible night! Finally, Dad said, "Now listen, I"ve told you time and time again that I don"t want you to be a professional ballplayer. But you"ve got your mind made up. Now I"m going to tell you something: when you cross that threshold, don"t come back. I don"t ever want to see you again.""
"No!" said Ozma with a start. "No way! No father would say such a thing to his own son!"
"That was just what my father said to me," said Rube sadly. "He didn"t want me to come home again. I was excommunicated from the family."
"That"s awful!" said Lisa. "Parents do have a certain responsibility toward any children that they brought into the world! He was a skinflint and a creep!"
"Yes," agreed Rube. "His actions that day were like those of a regular skunk!"
"I"ve known some very nice skunks in my day," said Hootsey.
"In any case," said the shadow, not wanting to get into a debate about his use of the word _skunk_, "I was as shocked as you all seem to be.
""You don"t mean that, Dad!" I said.
""Yes, I do."
""Well," I replied. "I"m going. And some day you"ll be proud of me."
""Proud!" he said. "You"re breaking my heart, and I don"t ever want to see you again."
""I will not break your heart," I said. "I"ll add more years to your life. You wait and see."
"And so it was that I went to Indianapolis. They optioned me out to Canton in the Central League for the rest of the 1907 season, and I won twenty-three games with them, which was one-third of all the games the Canton Club won that year."
"Good for you, Rube!" said Elephant, genuinely proud of his new friend.
"The next year--that would have been 1908--I went to Spring Training with the Indianapolis Club. We went to French Lick Springs, Indiana.
After three weeks there we went back to Indianapolis and played a few exhibition games before the season opened. Well, believe it or not, the first club to come in for an exhibition game was the Cleveland team: Napoleon Lajoie, Terry Turner, Elmer Flick, George Stovall and the whole bunch that I used to carry bats for. When they came on the field I was already warming up.
""Hey!" a couple of them yelled at me. "What are you doing here? Are you the bat boy here?"
""No," I smugly replied. "I am the pitcher."
""You, a pitcher?" they jeered. "Who do you think you"re kidding?"
""Just ask Bill Bradley," I told them. "He was there when I signed my first contract. You"ll see. I"m going to pitch against you guys today, and I"m going to beat you, too."
""Beat us? Busher, you couldn"t beat a drum!"
"So then Bill Bradley came over and said h.e.l.lo. As he was leaving he said, "Richard, you"re a nice boy, so I want to give you some advice before today"s game. Be careful of the Frenchman." He meant Napoleon Lajoie. He said, The Frenchman is very sharp and he"s been hitting terrific line drives this past week. He"s almost killed three of our own pitchers in practice, so there"s no telling what he"ll do in a real game, even if it is just an exhibition game."
"I thanked him, of course, and went back to warming up. Well, I pitched the whole nine innings and beat them, two to zero. Lajoie got two hits off me, and I think George Stovall got a couple, but I shut them out--and I wasn"t killed, either.
"That night Charlie Carr called me over. "You know," he said, "a funny thing just happened. Mr. Somers, the owner of the Cleveland club, just came over to my hotel room and wanted to buy you. He offered me three thousand five hundred dollars for your contract with the understanding that you"d stay here all season, to get more experience, and then you would join the Cleveland club next year."
""Charlie," I said, "if you sell me to Somers, I"m going right back to the ice cream company. He had first chance to get me, and he wouldn"t give me what I deserved. So long as Somers is involved, I won"t play for Cleveland, no matter what."
""Okay," he said. "Don"t worry. I won"t sell you. Later on I"ll be able to sell you for a lot more, anyway."