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Next day we were in St. Paul, and although it was early Sunday morning a big crowd was on hand to welcome us. In those days St. Paul wm a "wide-open" town, and Sunday was the one day of the week devoted especially to baseball. A game between our two teams had been scheduled for the afternoon, and although we would have preferred to pass the day quietly it would never have done to disappoint the 2,000 shivering fans that had assembled at the grounds to see us play. "The frost was on the pumpkin" for a dead fact. A fur-lined overcoat would have been a big improvement over a baseball uniform, but there was no help for it. It is probable that a good many In the audience were there to see Mike Kelly, who had promised sir. Spalding to join us at St. Paul and whose name was on the score card, but the "Ten Thousand Dollar Beauty" had backed out and Frank Flint— known as "Old Silver"—was sent in to catch for the All-Americas. Flint had been prevailed on to accompany us as far as Denver, for fear that Kelly would jump the track. The crowd soon tumbled to the fact that Mike and "Old Silver" were not identical, and the substitute was greeted with a round of left-handed compliments that had about as much effect on Flint as a mild shower bath on the back of a duck.
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