"Larry!" he exclaimed. "Where did you learn my name, sweetheart?"
"The old gentleman in the box next to us at the game called you Larry—and it seemed to fit you better than Jim does." She laughed.
"He is my uncle—my father, almost. You will meet him soon, and then I will explain how I became McCarthy."
At that instant Manager Clancy and his wife entered abruptly, followed by Technicalities Feehan. Betty Tabor blushed and struggled to extricate herself from McCarthy's arms, but he held her close and announced:
"Betty has just promised to become my wife."
A shower of congratulation followed, and Mrs. Clancy became so excited she dropped her fancy work and kissed both, then kissed Feehan, and that surprised reporter dropped his precious manuscript in his embarrassment.
A few moments after McCarthy left his room to make the call that resulted in his happiness being established, Swanson was aroused from his reverie by insistent rapping upon the door, and in response to his welcoming cry, a tall, slender old man with bristling moustache, stormed into the apartment.
"Where's that young scoundrel who calls himself McCarthy?" he demanded, brandishing his cane threateningly.
"Hello, grandpaw," said Swanson. "Who dealt you a hand?"
"You're another one of those rascally ballplayers!" charged the man violently. "I know you—you've been leading my nephew into all sorts of wild scrapes, disgracing the family"——