[CHAPTER IV]
THE ANONYMOUS LETTER
All rose to their feet in hearty welcome. It was not the first time Reggie had visited the Matson home, and all were fond of him. Joe and Jim especially gave him a hilarious greeting.
“Hello, Reggie, old man,” cried Joe, as he shook hands. “I’m tickled to death to see you. What good wind blew you down this way? I didn’t think you were within a thousand miles of here.”
“Well, old top,” explained Reggie, as he gracefully drew off his gloves and divested himself of his topcoat, “it was so beastly quiet in Goldsboro, don’t y’know, that I got fed up with it and when the guv’nor suggested that there was a bit of business I could attend to in Chicago I just blew the bally town and ran out there. Then bein’ so near, I thought I’d run down and see Sis and the rest of you. It’s simply rippin’ to see y’all again, don’t y’know.”
He sat down in a chair, carefully adjusting his trousers so as not to mar the creases in the legs, and beamed blandly upon the friendly faces that surrounded him.
Joe and Reggie had first met under rather unpleasant circumstances, that bore no promise of a close friendship later on. Reggie had left his bag in a seat of a railroad station while he went to buy his ticket. Upon his return he missed his bag, which had been left in a seat adjoining the one in which Joe had in the meantime seated himself, and had practically accused Joe of taking it. As may be readily imagined, Joe was not the one to take lightly such an accusation, and Reggie had to apologize. It was only after Joe had met Mabel that he again encountered Reggie and learned that he was the girl’s brother. But apart from his relationship to Mabel, Joe had found further reason for liking Reggie, as time wore on and he became better acquainted with him.
Reggie had never been restrained much by his father, who was rich and indulgent. He had an inordinate love of fine clothes and an affectation of English customs and manner of speech. But these, after all, were foibles, and at heart Reggie was “true blue.” He was a staunch friend, generous, kindly and honorable. He idolized his charming sister, who in return was devotedly attached to him.
Another thing that strengthened the friendship between Joe and Reggie was that they were both ardent lovers of the great national game. Reggie was a “dyed-in-the-wool fan,” and though his general information was none too great he had the records of individual players and the history of the game at his tongue’s end, and could rattle on for an hour on a stretch when he once got started on his favorite theme. He was a great admirer of Joe as a player, and intensely proud that he was going to be his brother-in-law. Whenever the Giants played and Joe was slated to pitch, the latter could be perfectly certain that Reggie, even if he chanced to be at the time in San Francisco, was “rooting” for him to win.
Jim also had met Reggie frequently and liked him thoroughly. The other members of the Matson family liked him, both for Mabel’s sake and his own. So it was a very friendly circle into which Reggie had come so unexpectedly.