"Why, bless my heart! Bless my heart!" exclaimed the old man in surprise. "If it isn't the young woman who sat in the box next to me at the game! I fell in love with you, my dear, when you applauded Larry. Marry her? If you don't marry her, you young rascal, I'll cut you off in my will. Not a penny, you understand—not a penny."
He kissed Betty Tabor gallantly while the others laughed and he bowed low over Mrs. Clancy's hand as Kohinoor presented him to the manager and his wife.
"Are you the Mr. Lawrence they call the Lumber King in Oregon?" inquired Clancy, as he shook hands.
"They call me that out there," said the old man, testily. "Call themselves democratic—then King everyone who makes a few dollars—bah."
"Oh," exclaimed Miss Tabor, in sudden alarm. "Then Larry is rich?"
"Never mind that, sweetheart," he said, consolingly. "We can live on my baseball salary if Uncle Jim cuts us off."
"Cut you off, nonsense!" the old man exclaimed testily. "You'll have all my money if you behave yourself and obey me. Young scoundrel never would obey me."
"I've learned to obey in baseball, uncle," replied Kohinoor seriously. "Ask Mr. Clancy if I haven't."
"I'm so glad, Larry," said Miss Tabor brightly, "that you asked me before I knew you were going to be rich."
"Young rascal must have learned some sense," growled his uncle. "He picked out just the girl I wanted him to. When I saw you at the game, my dear, I said to myself: 'Now if Larry would only choose a girl like that, I'd make her my daughter.'"