"You Kohinoor's uncle?" howled Swanson joyously as he sprang up and seized the old gentleman with a bear hug and waltzed him around. "Welcome to our fair city, uncle. I adopt you right now. Kohinoor is my chum. How does it seem to be the uncle of a hero?" "Release me, you scoundrel," puffed the uncle. "Release me or I'll cane you! Where is he?" "Truth is, uncle, he's gone skirting," said Swanson, releasing his victim. "Gone where?" asked the uncle. "Skirting--calling on a girl--and between you and me, uncle, he's got the best chance to win her, and she's worth winning." "What, another?" demanded the uncle. "Then he hasn't eloped with that blond niece of that crook, Baldwin?" "Not on your life," said Swanson, "he's won the best little girl in the world." In five minutes they were laughing and chatting like old friends, and the uncle was boasting of his nephew's prowess at baseball. "Hang it," he stormed, "I ought to cane him, the young rascal, for treating me this way. He never let me know he was playing, and I only got to see one game. But wasn't that a--what do you call it--a corker?" "Let's go to them," proposed Swanson. And into the tableau of congratulations that was being presented in the Clancy apartment Swanson burst, leading the old gentleman, who was struggling to smile and to be angry at the same time. "Look who's here," he shouted. "Kohinoor's uncle, and from the looks of things he has arrived just at the right minute to give his blessing." "Uncle Jim," exclaimed McCarthy, stepping forward quickly. "Larry, you young rascal!--Larry"---- His voice broke and tears rolled down his cheeks as he put his arm around the boy's neck and wept. "Larry, you young scoundrel, what did you mean by running away from your old uncle?" "Uncle Jim," said McCarthy seriously, as he put his arm around the old man's waist, "I was a fool. I found it out and I was coming home to tell you I was wrong and beg you to forgive me, but I could not leave the team when it needed me. I was only a foolish boy. If you can forgive"---- "It's all right now, Larry, boy," said the old man, wiping his eyes and laughing happily. "I was certain you'd come to your senses and find you didn't love that girl." "I am certain you will not object to the young lady I am going to marry, Uncle Jim"---- "Marry!" cried Mr. Lawrence angrily. "Nonsense! You're not going to marry anyone! Here we just make up and you want to start the quarrel all over again. Marry? You young scoundrel! You're going to stay at home with me"---- "Don't say that until you meet her, Uncle Jim," and, putting his arm around Betty Tabor's waist, he said, "Uncle Jim, I want you to meet Miss Betty Tabor, who has just honored me by promising to become my wife."