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Don’t fail to read these stories if you have not already.

298— Dick
299— Dick
300— Dick
301—Dick
302—Dick
303—Dick
304—Dick
305—Dick
306—Dick
307—Dick
308—Dick
309— Dick
310—Dick
311—Dick
312—Dick
313—Dick

Merriwell’s Race For Life; or, The Steady Hand and True Heart.
Merriwell’s Set-Back; or, Outplayed by the Masked Mysteries:

Merriwell’s Ride; or, Foiling the Agents of the Secret League of Spain.
Merriwell’s.Honor; or, The Sacrifice That Cost Him Dearly.

Merriwell at Bay; or, Defending the Pirate Treasure of Hidden Cave.
Merriwell Trailing the Treasure; or, Face to Face with the Pirate Captain.
Merriwell’s Peril; or, Left to Die in the Flames.

Merriwell’s Snowshoe Hunt; or, The Hidden Hut of Blue Mountain,
Merriwell’s Disappearance; or, The Mystery of Moaning Cave.

Merriwell’s Racket; or, Who Was the Traitor?

Merriwell’s Discovery; or, The Evil Genits of the School.

Merriwell’s Revenge; or, Fighting a Desperate Enemy.

Merriwell’s Life Struggle; or, The Veiled Woman of the Woods.
Merriwell’s Tramp Chase; or, The Awakening of Scudder.

Merriwell’s Nine; or, Trouncing the Regular Team.

Merriwell’s Danger; or, Solving a Strange Mystery.

Merriwell Accused; or, The Life of the Nine.
Merriwell’s Trick; or, Paid in Their Own Coin.
316—Dick Merriwell’s Daring Leap; or, Bound to Get There.
317—Dick Merriwell’s Delivery; or, In the Face of Desperate Odds.
318—Dick Merriwell’s Nerve; or, Up Against the Real Thing.
319—Dick Merriwell as Captain; or, In Spite of His Enemies.
320—Dick Merriwell’s Peril; or, Hugo Darkmore’s Last Deed.
321—Dick Merriwell Challenged; or, Getting Into Fast Company.
322—Dick Merriwell’s Team; or, The Young Wonders of the Diamond.
323—Dick Merriwell’s Confidence; or, The Spirit That Wins.
324—Dick Merriwell’s Shot; or, For Life or Death. ‘
—328——Dick Merriwell’s Triumph; or, The Finish of the Season.
326—Frank Merriwell on Deck; or, Getting Into Mad River League.
327—Dick Merriwell in Trim; or, The Boy Wonder of the League.
328—Frank Merriwell’s Honor; or, Defying the Boss of the League.
3290—Dick Merriwell’s Danger; or, The Secret Order of the League.
330—Frank Merriwell’s Fracas; or, Hot Times in Mad River League.
331—Dick Merriwell’s Diamond; or, Fighting for the Lead in the League.
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has entered the good old school at which the career of Frank Merriwell also began some
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NEW YORK, September 20, 1902.

Price Five Cents.

IWELL’S WINNERS;

OR,

Landing on Top in

Mad River League.

By BURT L. STANDISH.

CHAPTER I.

A CRITICAL TIME.

Frank called the players about him near the bench.
They all stood up, with Merry in their midst.
“Fellows,” he said, “where does it put us if we lose
this game to-day?”
“Der soup indo,” answered Hans Dunnerwust, at
once. *
“It puts us on the pantry shelf,” said Jack Ready.
“We'll be out of the running.” 3
_ Merry nodded.
“That's right,” he said. “If we lose to-day there is
no possible chance for us to beat Black Bar in the final
game and take first place. Even if we beat Black Bar,
we would not be permitted to win out in the final

game—if Rawdon’ Bradford could prevent. You

know his power in this league.” —

“He isn’t so much!” exclaimed Harry Rattleton.
“He did have power once, but a

“T have friends who have infermed me that Brad-
ford will risk everything to prevent us from winning.
It is to be a furious fight at the finish anyhow.
if we lose to-day we'll be two games behind Black
Bar, and that will settle it. Even if we were to win
from them in the final game we could not reach first
place. So you see how much depends on winning
this game.”

They saw and understood, as their serious faces im-

dicated. Not even Jack Ready ventured to crack a

joke or make an effort to be witty.
Black Bar and Silver Plume had played one more
game in the series than Tip Top and White Falls. _
Silver Plume stood at the foot; Black Bar at the head. ~
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Tip Top played. thirty-
eight games, winning twenty-one. Therefore it was
absolutely necessary for Tip Top to take the game
from White Falls in order to tie the leading team.
Then would come the tug-of-war.
Black Bar and Tip Top were scheduled to play the
concluding game of the series.
said Bruce Browning,

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&“<Even if we win to-day,
“we'll not get a’fair deal on that last game—we’'ll be
cheated out of it somehow.” |

“Boys,” said Merry, ‘“‘win this game to-day and I'll
guarantee you get a square deal.in the last game.”

“Flow can your’ ;

“Never mind that. All. I ask of you.is to.go in to
win. Now, don’t get over-anxious, don’t get rattled
af you make an error, and don’t get to throwing the
ball recklessly... Go in and win, but don’t go to pieces
when an error is made.”

“You can depend on it that we're going to do our
best,’ said Berlin Carson. |

“T feel sure you will. ‘But I have one more iit to
tell you. I know the White Falls players have each
and all been offered a

This money was not offered them by their

hundred dollars if they win this
game.
own manager,, but by
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his face.

“You are not to say a word icin this during the
game,” warned Merry; “but you are to remember it,
and you are to let it spur you on to play as you never
played before.”

“Tf we had our just due S to-day,”
, somewhat dulefully, “we'd be at the
league, and no one could beat us out.
; -couraging work playing baseball this way.”

ea “You'll sit on the bench as spare man to-day, Rat-
i tles,” said Frank, at once,

: Harry flushed.

“Oh, I’m ready to do anything!” he exc fainted,
“You know I’d do my best in a game.”

“TI know tee nodded Merry; but he was thinking
that Harry’s best would not be good enough in that
kind of a game. At times Rattleton was inelined to

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get discouraged, and one man like that on a team was
bad, as he could communicate his feelings to the others,
and it might cause the entire team to lack spirit and
bulldog determination.

“Keep in the game.all the time,’ Merry went on.
The other side will take
advantage of any let-up, and it may cost us the game.

“Don’t let up for an instant.

The only way to play winning ball in a game like this
is to fight, fight, fight to the end.” :
“We'll
Av spalpanes thry anny dirthy thricks, we’ll

“Roight, Frankie!” agreed Barney Mulloy.
do ut!
sail inther thim wid spoikes an’ fists, an begorra! it’s
sick they'll be afther they’re done wid us!’

Frank smiled a little.

“That’s the kind of a game we'll have to put up,” he
said. “It will not be boys’ play. J am going in to
cover second bag.” ;

“What?” exclaimed Hodge, aghast.
said Frank.

“But—but, Merry!” gasped Bart;

“In Rattleton’s place,”
“think what it
means if we lose this game!”

“T’ve thought.”

“You ought to pitch. I don’t mean to say that
Dick is not a corker,’’ Bart hastened to add; ‘‘but in
a case like this your experience is needed.” |

Dick said nothing, although he heard every word.

“And we are to play the final game with Black Bar
to-morrow,” said Merry. ‘‘Who will pitch that? If
I pitch to-day and I have to use the double shoot a
great deal, my arm will\not be in first-class condition

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to-morrow.”
Bart knew this was true, and he looked worried.

“Still,” he said, “if we lose to-day there will be no

sense in playing RR for Black Bar will have
the pennant sure.’ a: a) he
“Don’t worry about losing to- day,” advised Frank;
“but go in to win,
game—and we'll take it.”
“All right,” came sina Ici Bart,
somehow, but it won ’t be a cinch.
“How couldt, you lost der came ven I vos blayin’

   

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closer place indo, shust think vot vill habben ven der
pall hits me ofer der fence a home runs vor. Yaw!”

“Aw, say!” broke in Barney. “Av Oi murthered
th’ Unoited Sdates language th’ way ye do Oi’dask to
be ixcused from talkin’ at all, at all!”

“Und uf I couldt nod blay petter pasepal as vot you
can I vouldt comitment suicider!’ Hans _half-
squawked.

Frank stopped this bandying of words at once.

“You can make as much of that talk as you like after
the game,” he said; “but we'll cut it out now.”

They knew enough not to carry it further then, but
Barney gave Hans a look that meant a great deal,
while Hans rolled his eyes in a manner meant to be
very savage, but which gave him a look like a fright-
ened calf.

“Now, boys, remember to jump right into the game
from the start and keep in it every second,” urged
Frank.

Then Merry placed a hand on Dick’s shoulder, say-

“Talk it up and make it lively.”

ing, in a low tone:

“We're all behind you, boy. Do your prettiest, and
we'll try to hold up our end of the game. You can
win, and I know it.” |

Dick gave his brother a look that meant a great
deal. There was a perfect understanding between
them, and Frank could fill Dick with the confidence
needed and desired.

The great crowd was growing impatient.

Out from one of the benches walked the umpire,
breaking open a box and bringing forth a new ball.

“Play ball!” he cried.

CHAPTER II.

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There was excitemént in White Falls that day.
Never had such a crowd gathered to witness a ball
People
from all over the Mad River region were on hand, and

thie grounds were packed, It was necessary to keep
_ the spectators back by the aid of ropes. Even then

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they crowded on the ropes and threatened to break
them.

As Black Bar and Silver Plume were not playing,
the players on those teams had journeyed to White
Falls to witness this critical game.

‘There were likewise great gatherings of citizens
from those places, the residents of the different towns
holding together in bodies.

The people of Silver Plume hoped Tip Top might
win, although the players on their team were opposed
The Silver
Plume players were “sore” because they had been

in sympathy to Frank Merriwell’s nine.
beaten in the race by a lot of youngsters. They re-
garded themselves as veterans, and it was galling in
the extreme to know that beardless boys had
“trimmed” them.

Of course Black Bar was solidly against Tip Top.

At least, so it seemed.

Rawdon Bradford was on hand, and his face wore
a serene look, which, however, was like a mask to con-
ceal his real feelings. In spite of himself, the mag-
In spite of the fact that White
Falls had a National League battery engaged for the

nate was anxious.

occasion,.and paid for secretly by Bradford, he re-
membered the past and feared in his heart that Ti;
Top might somehow win the game.

If that happened Black Bar would have to “get up
on her toes and play ball’’ to win the championship.

In every possible way Black Bar had worked
against Tip Top. Once, having a lead of one game
and believing she could win from that time on, she
had even gone far enough to “play off’ and give a
game to White Falls, hoping by that means to put the

Falls in second place and push T ip Top down into —

third.

“Anything to beat Tip Top,” was the cry.

It had not been a matter of clean, honest baseball,
but had been gouging and crooked work from the very
start.

Yet, strangely enough, the majority of the people
in Black Bar felt that they had been wronged by Tip
Top. They seemed to hold to the conviction that Tip |
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very low and cheap when they did win. This showed
the poor sporting blood in Black Bar, and the real
honest men of the Mad River region held the town
in contempt because of it.

In previous years Black Bar had won the lead by
such a margin that there was no real excitement in the
race at the close of the season.

The team was followed by a lot of gamblers who
had regarded it as a sure thing to bet regularly on their
nine. °

This year those gamblers had not found it a snap,
and they were very much offended. They had growled
and “kicked” about their team.and players until it had
taken some of the snap and life out of the team.

Besides that, they had forced the management into
making a number of changes, and the team work of
the nine had been injured by it. The former captain
of the team, who played at third base, had been called
down and insulted until his playing had been ruined.
A good man at first, the constant complaining and
fault-finding of the people had made him nervous and
anxious on the field, so that he could not do his best.
Finally he had been deposed as captain. Then, in a
pinch, when the other pitchers were used up, he had
been tried in the box against Silver Plume and had
shut that team out, Black Bar winning by a score of
5 too. Immediately he was retained on the team as
a pitcher. But the manager did not venfure to put
him in to pitch against Tip Top.

In his heart Jepson, the deposed captain, sympa-
thized with Tip Top. Quietly ‘he’had told Frank
 Merriwell that the Tip Top team was by far the
- fastest team in the league.
| Jepson had ventured to walk over to the Tip Top
bench and shake hands with Frank before practice.
This movement was noted by the Black Bar crowd,
and there was growling at once. They seemed to feel
that a ball player should not be a gentleman and treat
~ players on the Tip Top team in a gentlemanly man-

“All ready, boys,” called Frank,
_ The players prepared to take the field.

“Go out fast,” directed Merry. “No loafing to-day.
Come on now.”

Out they went on the trot. Dick ran lightly into
the box and caught the ball tossed him by the umpire.
Then he turned and threw a few to Browning on first
to limber up his arm,

When everything was ready, the boy wonder of
Mad River League toed the slab and prepared to pitch,

“Put it right here, Dick!

“Let it come, boy.”

called Bart, holding up
his big mitt.
“Let him hit it,’ rumbled Browning. “We'll get
him.”
“Right over the pan, Dick,” came from Merry. “He
won't hurt the ball.”
The two teams batted as follows:

TIP TOP. WHITE FALLS,

Ready, 3b.
Carson, ss.

Briggs, ss.
Hartman, If.

Mulloy, lf. Rapp, rf.
Browning, 1b. Sullivan, cf.
F. Merriwell, 2b. Derwin, 3b.
Gallup, cf. Doyle, 2b.
Dunnerwust, rf. Collins, rb.
Hodge, ¢ Whitmore, e¢.

D, Merriwell, p. Bixby, p
Therefore Briggs was the first man to face Dick,
and he stood up to the plate with an air of confidence.
“Don’t strike him out,” begged Jack Ready. “It
would look bad.”

Whizz!—the ball left Dick’s hand and went shoot-

ing over the inside corner of the plate.

Swish!—-Briggs struck at it so hard that he neatly
threw himself off his feet.

He did not touch it.

“Oh, let him hit it!” exclaimed Carson.

“Give me some chance out here,”
from center field. ,

“Yaw, gif some chances ad us alretty soon,”
Dunnerwust. :

“We'll ate um av they come out,”

that every man was alive and on the alert.
A shout rose from the Tip Top Sapte, when
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approvingly.
| “He can’t hit it when he can’t see it, Dick,’
Frank.
“Aw, put it over again!” said Briggs, with a sneer.
“T’ll knock it out of
Dick put it over while he was talking, starting an

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out-curve right at the batter.
Briggs pulled back and then swung weakly when he
| saw the ball was going over the rubber.

“He'll knock it a long distance that way!” laughed
Carson. “Give him another, Dick.”
hs “Steady, old man,” called Collins, the captain of the
White Falls team.

This was a signal for the batter to w scaly closely and
not swing at the next ball unless it came right over. It
seemed that Dick might “waste” a ball or two after
getting two strikes on Briggs.

‘The ball started what looked like a rise and seemed
Suddenly

the ball took a downward shoot, and Briggs stood quite

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to be going high above Briggs’ shoulders.

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Still, letting it pass.
“You're out!” cried the umpire.

“What?” roared Briggs, in great disgust, taking a
“Why, that was
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step toward the umpire.
“That was a

ane “It was a rise!” panted Briggs. “I saw it going a

foot over my head!”
“You were fooled; it dropped.”
“Don’t tell me! I know!” growled the disgusted
fellow, as he flung his bat and took a seat on the bench.
Dick had used his wonderful combination ball on

Briggs, deceiving the batter completely.

 

 

‘Frank Merriwell was laughing.
“Don’t do it so soon, boy,” he was saying. “What's
the use? You'll break their hearts.”

Dick did not smile. Once he had been a reckless,
- laughing chap. Sometimes he had his laughing moods
now, but in a case like this he was serious. On rare
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and he knew how to worry a batter without saying a
word.

White Falls had made a change in its batting order,
and Hartman, once the fifth hitter, had been placed
second. Hartman had a good eye for the ball, could
single handsomely, or could hit out in most cases.

Dick looked round at Frank, who gave him a sign.
Then the boy started with an in-shoot that caused
Hartman to get back from the plate with a jump,

It was called a ball.

Next followed an out-drop, and Hartman failed to
reach it, which placed a strike on him.

Almost immediately the batter got close to the plate,
whereupon Dick whistled over another in-shoot that
drove him back.

The next ball was too high, and the time had come
when Dick was compelled to “put ’em over.” Imme-
diately he demonstrated that he could find the plate in
such a pinch, and he sent a speedy straight one over the
center.

It was the second strike.

“He'll have to put it over,” said Collins, “If he
does so, line it out, Hart.”

But Dick

out of the dirt after Hartman’ had missed it by a foot,

sent over a sharp drop that Hodge dug

and two men were out.
“No fair! no fair!’ cried Jack Ready.

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game!

“Stop the

“They’re all swinging like hammocks, boy,” laughed
Frank.
“Rap it out,;Rapp,’,airged Collins, as the third bat-
ter came up. de
Whish!—the first ball flew over, and Here tried ef
to hit it. ot
“Awful!, awful!’.came from meaty, “Shut a cls
eyes, dear boy. You’ll come nearer.’ as
Whish!—over flew the next ball, and again Reno
missed. _
“Dear! dear! It’s a frightful shame!” sobbed Jack.
Whish!—the third ball seemed to be apace me : :
any of the others.
Rapp tried to hit it after it nteiicke in Bart’ s mitt.

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“Look here,
“what sort of

Ready, as he trotted in to the bench.
Dick,”’ he went on, with a serious face,
a grudge have you got against me?”
“None,” smiled Dick.
“TI know better!” asserted Jack.
Why don’t you let some-

“You won’t give

me a show in these games.
body hit a ball.
splendid player I am. They came here especially to

I want to show the ladies what a

see me play to-day.”

“Oh, I’ll let somebody hit it before long,” laughed
Dick. “I won’t be able to keep that up.”

“T should hope not!” said Ready.

CHAPTER III.

FRANK’S HIT,

Jack picked out a bat and advanced to the plate, his
apple cheeks flushed and a smile on his face.

“T am a very poor hitter, Mr. Pitcher,” he said.
“Please give me an easy one.”

“Ah, g’wan!” said Bixby. “Y’re a fresh duck, dat’s
I’ll hit yer in der head an’ take down some of
der swellin’!’’

Then he threw a straight one at Jack’s head, and
Ready had to drop flat to get out of the way. 3

“Dat would er cracked yer nut if it had hit ye, see!”
said Bixby.

Frank frowned, for he saw that the pitcher intended
to intimidate the batters, thinking they were boys he

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__ who again barely ayoided the ball.

Jack rose and stepped close to the plate.
“Stand back,” said the umpire.

viet him stay dere,” said Bixby. “T’ll take a wing

oe off him in a minute.”

Then he threw another ball at Ready, who was

forced to jump across the plate to get out of the way.

“Oh, ye’ll git it next time!” declared the pitcher,
with a fierce look.
Jack picked up his bat and stood nearer than ever
to the plate. :
Bixby was furious and did his best to hit Ready,

 

Then Jack laughed and stood away back in the box,
his bat held carelessly over his shoulder. —

“Three misses,” he said. “I know that fellow can’t
put three strikes over.”

Bixby arose to the fact that Ready had been luring
him into wasting three balls.

“Tl show yer!” he grated.

The next one was over, and a strike was called.

“Yah!” said the pitcher.

“Only one,” laughed Ready.

The next was in the same place.

“Yah! repeated Bixby.

“Splendid,” nodded Jack.
that counts.”

“But it’s the next one

His manner indicated that he had no intention of
striking at it, and that very fact disturbed Bixby, for
Had Jack been any-
thing but a young player it would not have bothered

all of his experience in the box.

the pitcher so much, but the fact that a youth should
try to work in that way was exasperating.

“Till cook him!’ he muttered.

And then he failed by six inches to get the ball over
the plate.

“He! he!” cried Jack, as he tossed aside his bat and
trotted toward first.
a man fail on a sure thing?

“It was a sure thing. How can
La! la!”

“Vl bet yer fifty ye don’t walk ag’in ter-day!” said
Bixby.

“Fifty cents?” said Jack.
are! But I don’t believe you’ve got it.”

“My! how reckless you

Carson came out, taking a signal from Frank, who
was coachirg on the line back of first.
placed one down the third-base line and made a. scam-
per for the initial bag.

Derwin pranced in and gathered up the bunt, but it

Then he neatly

was too late to get Ready, who had scudded down to —

second. However, he managed to throw Carson out
at first, though it was close and some thought Berlin
safe.

This was playing baseball ‘properly, and Bixby.

awoke to the fact that the “kids” he was pitching
against knew something about the game.

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take of swinging hard at the first one. Frank spoke
to him promptly, and Barney chopped at the next ball,
driving a swift one to Doyle, who threw him out at
first.

Ready, however, took third on the throw, getting
under Derwin by a fine slide, for Collins had lined the
ball across the diamond in splendid style.

Ready was on third, but two men were out.
be “Dat’s all right,” said Bixby. “Let ’em run their

heads off. Dere ain’t nuttin’ doin’.” _

Browning went up to strike.

Bixby sized up the big fellow and mentally decided
be that Bruce was too slow to hit speed. But when he
| : put over a whistler Browning sent one down to Briggs
; that nearly knocked the shortstop flat.

Briggs gathered it, however, and cleverly bluffed
Ready out of trying for the plate. Then he was com-
pelled to throw in a hurry to first, and he made a low
throw. 3
‘ The ball bounded into Collins’ hands—and dropped
| out, .

2 Browning crossed the bag safely.

Collins caught up the ball and drove Ready back to

third again.

(> Bixby began to snarl.

t: _ “Wot kinder ball playin’ d’yer call dat?” he de-
3 manded. “W’y don’t yer wake up!”

Frank had left the coaching line and was picking
out a bat.
plate the great crowd from Tip Top set up a yell.
fs . Frank was admired by all Tip Top. Even the
ieee rough characters of that place declared he was “the
| teal thing.” |

When he was seen advancing toward the

A: The shout warned Bixby to look out for Merry and
_ Se put him on his mettle. He began by trying the old
| ey game to intimidate Frank, throwing the ball at him.
ee Brank jumped back and seemed to fall toward the
catcher, throwing down his bat.

 

ieee Down to second went Browning, and Merry’s move-
| ments had bothered Whitmore just enough so that he
—. could not make a throw.

 

 

 

ih “Whitmore raised a kick, but the uinpire promptly
mi _guieted him.

 

TIP TOP WEEKLY. a

If Frank had intended to bother the the fact that he was not ip against an) easy thing. < :

catcher, he had done his work skillfully. It was sel-
dom that Merry indulged in anything of the sort, and
he did so only when thoroughly satisfied that the op-
Bixby’s
efforts to intimidate the batters had aroused Frank

posing team was not playing clean baseball.

somewhat.

Bixby was hot under the collar, but still he was con-
fident.

“Stan’ up an’ take yer bitters, youngsters,” he cried,
as Frank jumped to get away from a speedy one that
was close.

Then he worked the outside corner, and Merry
fanned the air.
cried Collins.

eee piel: “You’ve got him easy,

Bix.”
“Oh, I ain’t worryin’ about him!’ declared the
pitcher, with a scornful movement and inflection to

his . voice,
The next one, was a sharp rise, and Merry failed
once more to get against it.
Two strikes had been called.
“All down;

Derwin.

set ’em up on tother alley!” laughed

“Why, Bix, he never could touch you, not in a thou-

sand years!” put in Briggs.

 

Bixby wagged his head a bit. He was a conceited ’ e
chap, and he regarded the youngsters as “‘fruit.” ae
“a

Then he tried a drop, startthg it high.

 

It fell across
Merry’s shoulders, and Frank met it. |

Crack !—the bat sta the ball with a ise like 272,
a rifle shot.°~ ~~

Away went the ball like a bullet.

It was a beautiful hit, and Merry went flying round
the bags, while the Tip Top sympathizers yelled them- ¢
selves hoarse. Not till he reached third did Merry 2 %
stop. @

His beautiful three-bagger had driven in two runs a
and given Tip Top a fine start. At the same time it
had done something else, for it had awakened Bixby tu

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CHAPTER IV.

INZA Is REA DY,

Of course Gallup was anxious to get a hit and bring
Merry home, but Bixby let himself out, and the tall
Vermonter was deceived into fanning out in short or-
der, which closed the first inning withyTip Top on
Easy street.

But Frank Merriwell was not a captain to let his
men loaf, and he had seen enough baseball to know that
no game is won until it is lost. A lead of two runs is

far from a safe lead in a fast game of baseball, and

Merry urged his men to keep right in the game and
' play for all they were worth.

Elsie Bellwood had been watching the opening of
the game from the grandstand, with Inza Burrage be-
side her. The girls were sitting well down toward the

front at one end of the stand.

“Wasn’t that fine, Inza!’’ laughed Elsie.

But.Inza said:

Foot

Elsie was surprised, for she saw Inza was not watch-

Don’t talk to me! I’m listening.”

ing the game, but had her eyés fastened on two men

who were standing close to the end of the grandstand.

One of those men was Rawdon Bradford, the presi-
dent of the league, while the other was Mart Holt,
manager of the White Falls team.

“What does this mean?’ Bradford was demanding,
in a low voice, which was, however, hoarse with pas-
sion. “Are you going to give Tip Top this game
after all?”

“Of course not!” a a

“It looks that way. What “ you suppose I wasted
all that money for? Why do you suppose I paid a
fancy price to hire a National League battery for you
to run into this game? Think I did it to let you
chad me down and give the championship to that
bunch of kids?”

3 , “You can’t blame me if those chaps hit the pitcher
- you hired,” returned Holt, his face flushed.

“I don’t trust you,” declared Bradford.
os against hiring a battery like this.”

“You were

WEEKLY.

“Because I did not believe it just the right thing
in such a case.
“Bah! Everything goes when you’re trying to beat
the other fellow.

It was taking an unfair advantage.”

That’s always been my motto. I’ve
never hesitated at anything in order to get the best of
an enemy. Did you offer all your men a hundred dol-
lars apiece if they won this game?”

“Sure thing.”

“Well, it looks as if they stand a poor show of seeing
that money.”

“And I tell you it’s not their fault,” returned Holt.
“Your great pitcher was hit.”

“How about that error? Collins dropped a ball.
It bounded right into his hands.”

“It was a bad throw.”

“Then the fellow who threw was to blame.
got to stop this monkey business.

You’ve
If you don’t win
this game, White Falls will not get into the igus

another year. Ill look out for that.”

Martin Holt had endured about all he could from

Rawdon Bradford, and now he braced up and blazed
forth.

“All right!” he said. “I'll take care to tell why it
happened in case we're shut out! I have let you have
your own way in everything, Mr. Bradford, but now
you are crowding me just a little too far. Better let
up!”

Holt was angry, and Bradford looked surprised:

“Why, you wouldn’t dare turn on me!” he said.

“You'll find out! I’ve done everything possible to
win this game without doping somebody or descending
to underhand dirt. You’ve tried to get me into that
kind of work, but it was no go. I’ve had about
enough of this kind of baseball.”

“You're paid for your work, ain’t Oe ociiled
Bradford.

“Yes; but I could make more money elsewhere, and
it would be an easier job. Managing a baseball team
in this league is no cinch. A man gets himself in a
bad hole, and he can’t be on the level.
queers me.” :

_ “Well, I want you to win out somehow, and I don’t

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See here, Holt, get this

game and I’ll give you a thousand for yourself.”
“You can’t buy me!” flashed Holt.

I ever consented to let you put that battery in for this

care how. Anything goes.

“I’m sorry now

game, but I can’t back out of that.”

“TI believe you want Tip Top to win!” half snarled
Bradford.

“Believe what you like,” said the White Falls man-
ager, indifferently.

“Why, hang you!” panted the magnate, scarcely able

”

 

to repress his fury. “If you turn on me now I'll
“What will you do?

for you long enough, Rawdon Bradford!

T’ve crawled
I believe

Say it! say it!

your days of power in this region are drawing to an
end! I know we're getting heartily -sick of you!
You’re a confounded scoundrel, and you'll reach the
end of your rope before long. That’s my opinion,
and you are welcome to it.”

At last Mart Holt had rebelled and flung his de-
fiance into Bradford’s teeth.
The boss turned purple.
“All right!’ he grated |

You’re done for!”

“Your head comes off!”
“Then you fall with me! Tl expose all your under-
hand work! Ill show you up as a low dog! Go
ahead, Mr. Bradford, but don’t squirm if you get more
than you bargain for!’
He turned on his heel and walked away.
Bradford’s hand went to his hip, a

a revolver, a wicked light in his eyes.

and he half drew
“Blow on me, will ye?’ he muttered. “I can stop
that, and J reckon I will!”

But he did not draw the weapon fully, for a girlish
voice said: ,

“Be careful, sir!’ Take your hand away, or I’ll open
on you with this gun!”

Not ten feet away, leaning’ over the edge of the
grandstand was a dark-eyed girl, and in her hand he
saw a small revolver.

“Ah, hum! Miss Burrage, I believe,” said the stout

boss, as he thrust the revolver back into his pocket. “I

- —er—ah—I was feeling for my—er~—handkerchief.
‘I trust you are enjoying the game?

Er—hum Fe

WHEELY., g

Then he found a handkerchief, produced it, blew a
sonorous blast into it, lifted his hat and walked away.

“Inza, when did you draw that revolver?’ asked
Elsie, in amazement.

“Oh, a little while ago,”
stored it to a convenient place of concealment. “I

was the answer, as she re-

thought something might happen, and I’ was ready.
Now we'll watch the game again.”

CHAPTER V.

HOT WORK.

The game was a hot one, and White Falls worked
hard to overcome the lead obtained by Tip Top. Dick
pitched in fine form up to the fourth inning, and the
home team could not score.

In the fourth something happened.

Dick had on one of those mysterious, unexplainable
“streaks” when he could not get his curves. If he
started a ball wide, intending to put it over the outside
corner, it went so wide that Hodge almost broke his
If he started it at the batter,
meaning for it to curve over, he hit the batter, unless
that individual got out of the way in a hurry. When
he tried the combination ball he threw it high over
Bart’s reach.

The first batter was Rapp, and he walked. After
wasting three balls in trying to get one over for Sulli-

neck reaching for it.

van, Dick was compelled to throw a straight one. Sul-
livan had. intended to bunt, but he saw the good one
coming right over; and he met it.
It was a beautiful three-bagger, and Rapp meek:
Frank walked up to Dick with the ball, when it was
thrown in.
“All right, boy,” he said.
time. You can hold them down.”
Dick showed that he was worried.

“Just take plenty of

“T don’t know what the matter is,” he said. “I’ve
lost my curves.”
“They'll come back all Hest Work slowly. am

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joined by their sympathizers, and the volume of
noise was remarkable

_ Derwin followed Sullivan. His batting of late had
been something astonishing, and great things were ex-

:

pected of him. :
Dick shot one over, and Derwin struck at it with-
out hitting the ball.
kha”
Over came another, and again Derwin struck with-

shouted the Tip Top crowd.

‘out hitting the ball.
“Hal” again burst from the Tip Top spectators.
“Strike him out, Dick!’ bellowed a voice.
“Strike him out!
from fifty throats.

Strike him out!” was the cry

Dick was working hard. He tried a high one, but
Derwin refused to go up after it. Then he put over
a very low one, and the batter declined to offer at that.
He worked an in-shoot, but it was not over the plate,
and three balls were called.

“Ho! ho!” bellowed the sympathizers with the home
team. “He walks! he walks!”

“Nobody walks, Dick,” said Frank, his voice calm.
“Don’t let him walk.”

But Dick was a bit nervous. He tried the inside
corner with a speedy one and got the ball over.

~Derwin leaned back and met that ball fairly on the
trademark.

Away, away sailed the ball.

A mighty roar rose from the crowd, for they saw the

ball was going far over Gallup's head.

@

Ephraim turned and ran with,all the speed he could
! command, hoping to get under the ball, but his efforts
- were unavailing. It passed over his head, struck the
2 ground and went bounding on ahead of him.
_ When Gallup reached the ball Derwin had just
crossed third base. Turning, Ephraim saw a great
‘multitude of men leaping and waving their arms, while
a mighty volume of sound rolled down across the field.
He saw Derwin turning the corner at third and going

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before was the dead silence of that moment. : i

Then Gallup Galina himself and threw ‘the bail : |
Mie! sare ea such a =“ should be A oetke no hee ba

  

WEHEKLY.

It seemed that he had thrown to Frank, who had
run out from second toward the out-field.
The

ball passed over Frank’s head, and they realized thut

But those watching saw a most amazing thing.

Gallup had thrown to try to stop the runner at the

a atin ty

plate.

as sane casera cil:

It seemed the very height of folly.

The amazing speed of the ball as it cut through the
air made it seem Very small. ‘

Still
the time it reached Dick Merriwell.

it seemed that it must drop to the ground by

pl apn ite isan sec isin sae

Dick ran into line of the ball, as if to catch it.
Frank made a frantic sweeping motion of his arm,

ett a eceal

which Dick saw and understood.

Merry had seen Gallup throw before, and he realized
that Ephraim had made one of the most marvelous 4
throws ever seen. 7

Dick could have caught the ball in his hands, but
he stepped aside and let it pass.

The astounded crowd gradually ceased shouting, the
roar died to a murmur, and the murmur stopped sud-
denly. , :

Standing on the plate, Bart Hodge was ready to
catch the ball.

“Slide!” yelled somebody.

Derwin was amazed, but he saw Hodge with his
hands outstretched, and he flung himself forward in a ig
desperate slide. : aks a

Stooping low, Bart caught the ball about a foot from’ it oie
the ground. He held it, although it came with such
speed that, it seemed to burn right through the big mitt.

But he held it and whirled quickly enough to put it
onto Derwin before that runner could reach the plate.

 

In wonderful contrast to the uproar of a few seconds

It seemed that every person on the ground had |
ceased to breathe. . i

The silence was cut, by the clear voice of the umpire epee
declaring : | A

“Out at the plate!”

“Out?” Was it possible?
alike seemed thunderstruck. They were slow to com-

   

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it wide of the plate.
sebut Doyle was deceived and did not offer.

But it was true.
the very limit of the out-field and had caught the run-
ner at the plate.

Then the silence was broken by a shout, as one lone
man seemed to awaken and realize what had happened.
“That beats the world!”
Then they broke loose in a great yell of wondering

“Holy smoke!” he yelled.

admiration for the lank Vermonter, and the cheering
continued for almost five minutes.

This gave Frank time to talk to Dick. Bart joined
them.

“What do you think, pons ?” asked Hodge.

“T think that was the greatest throw I ever saw,” re-
turned Frank, laughing.

“So do I.
pitch the rest of the game?

But what do you think about going in to
The score is tied now,
and there is only one man out.”

“How is your arm, boy?” asked Merry of Dick.

“My arm’s all right,” declared Dick. “But I can’t
seem to use my curves.”’

“I don’t think there is anything to worry about yet.
We'll go on just as we are.”

Hodge said nothing more, for he realized that it
would be a waste of words; but he was very sorry that
Frank had not decided to take Dick’s place.

Dick was wondering what the matter could be with
him. Only once before had he found himself in the
He thought
of it now, remembering he had succeeded in pulling out

same predicament in the midst of a game.

all right after a short time.

“I’m going to pitch!” he told himself, and his jaw
“They shall not hit me!”

Frank saw the look of determination come to his
brother’s face and was glad of it.

squared.

Doyle was ready to bat, and, having seen the work
of the two men ahead of him, he was confident that he
could keep it up. |

_ Dick took Bart’s sign and started with a wide out-
curve, ;

Doyle let it pass for a ball.

Then young Merriwell tried an in-shoot, starting

It came over the outside corner,

TIP TOP WEEKLY.

Ephraim Gallup had thrown from.

ward shoot, and then turning into a drop that came
down past Doyle’s shoulders.

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“One strike!’ declared the umpire.

“Now you’re doing it, Dick!” said Merry.

The others were talking, none of them seeming to
mind what had happened. They were telling him it
was an accident that any one had hit the ball, and that
He heard

the chatter, and in his heart there came a feeling of per-

they were waiting to see him fan Doyle
fect ease and assurance. All his nervousness was.
gone.

At this point he gave a signal agreed upon, which
meant that he would try the combination ball.

It was one of his best, seeming to start with an up-

“Two strikes!’ said the umpire.
Doyle raised a kick, but Collins had been watching
and stopped him.

Then Doyle stood up again, and Dick used the same
ball. The batter reached high for it, but it dropped \
almost two feet below his bat.

“You're out!” declared the umpire.

Then the Tip Top crowd found a chance to shout
again.

“In proper form, Dick!” said Merry.

"em now. Keep at it.”

“You've got
Dick was cool as a cucumber with the dew on it.

of a smile about the corners of his mouth.

Collins trotted out.
and was regarded as lucky.

He was a good single hitter,
“Let him see how far he can hit it,” urged Carson.

“Yaw!” cried Dunnerwust, “let him seen uf he can
hit der pall me to alretty.” é

Dick threw over a “dope’”’ ball for the first one, and
Collins went after it, putting = a weak fly to right | ,
field. an

Dunnerwurst started for the ball and ran so hard that
he seemed to be going under it so that it would pass
over his head. Somebody shouted at him, and he
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CHAPTER VI,

ASTONISHING BASE RUNNING.

With the score tied, the two teams settled down to
do their best work, ond their playing was fast and
blood-stirring.

Bixby had found that he could not win the game by
trying to frighten the batters, and now he was pitch-
ing for all he was worth. Never in his life had he
worked harder. At the outset he had fancied it would

_ be an easy thing to defeat that lot of boys, but he had
awakened with a shock to realize that the “boys” were
fast.

After the unfortunatte period in which White Falls
had tied the score, Dick settled down and shot the
ball over with speed and such bewildering curves that
the White Falls were easy.

In the seventh inning Tip Top came near adding an-
other score to the two already secured. rank opened

_ with a safe hit and stole second. In trying to bunt,
however, Gallup popped up a little fly, which Bixby
caught. |

Merry had given the bunt signal, and he started for
third when the ball hit the bat; but he whirled like a
flash and went scooting back. .

~ Bixby turned and threw to second, but the throw
_ was so wide that Doyle was pulled off the bag, which
let Frank get back safely.

_ Dunnerwust was not a heavy hitter, and so Frank
= signaled for him to bunt, | ’
Hans obeyed the signal, and his bunt daa the first
base line was handsome. *

But Bixby fielded the ball caslis and Finnie the
Dutch youth out.

x Frank, however, was on third base.

: “And Hodge was the next batter.

“Begobs! here’s pwhere we win th’ game!” cried

   
 
 

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TIP TOP WEEKLY.

Bart had a good eye, and he refused to offer at a
ball that was not over the plate.

Three balls were called without a strike.

Bixby knew Dick Merriwell followed Hodge, and
Dick was nothing easy, although a boy.

So the White Falls pitcher put on steam and sent
one straight over.

Bart watched it pass and heard a strike called.

The next one was in the same place,

It was another strike. ,

Then Hodge gripped his bat, being determined to
get at the ball if it came over.

Bixby saw this, and he was not perfectly easy in his
mind. His uneasiness led him into the mistake of try-
ing to fool Bart, and the ball did not pass over the
plate.

Hodge did not strike at it, and he was sent to first.

At this point a question arose. Should Bart try for
second on the first ball pitched?

Frank gave him a signal, and Hodge understood it.

When Bixby pitched the ball Bart started for sec-
ond, running at first with great speed, but holding up
when he was nearly two-thirds of the distance down. ~

This move was made to lead Whitmore into throw-.
ing down.

Frank was ready to try to score on the throw, hav-
ing a short lead off third.

But Whitmore, after pretending to hese to pond
turned and whistled the ball to third. _

Frank went back on the jump and Hodge reached

second,

Dick was, ready to bat. ,

The boy was nerved to do his best, and, with a clear
eye, he watched every ball.

When a good one came over, Dick met it, trying
hard to drop it over the in-field and just inside the out-
field. It was a clevér hit and looked to be safe. :

But Doyle had suspected what Dick would try to do,
He went back after that ball
There seemed no chance for him

and he was on his toes. |
with great speed.

_ to touch it. a
Running in the same direction with the ball, Doyle a
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barely caught it on the ends of his fingers. He tried to
gather it in to get a safe hold on it, but it dropped off.
Quick as a flash, before it could drop to the ground,
and while still running, he caught it again.

That made the third man out, and Frank’s score did
not count, although he had crossed the plate before
the ball struck in Doyle’s hands.

The White Falls crowd had a chance to yell, and
the opportunity was improved.

“Hard luck, Dick!” laughed Frank.
robbed of a pretty hit.”

“You were

“The run didn’t count; that’s all I care about,” said
Dick.

“Never mind, boy. We're getting in one that will
count before this game is over. Just keep after them.”

In the eighth Dick’s pitching was as wonderful as
ever, and the locals could not get a safe hit off him.

Again Tip Top did its best to score, but could not
get a man past second base.

In the first half of \the ninth Hartman opened wita
a single.

Rapp played the game and bunted handsomely, sac-
rificing Hartman to second.

Then came Sullivan, who had slugged the ball so
hard once before, and he was cheered as he came up.

The crowd was rooting hard now, doing its best to
rattle Dick Merriwell.

Dick declined to be rattled.

“Give him an easy one!” cried Jack Ready. ‘“He’s
a weak hitter. Don’t be hard on the poor boy.”

But Dick toyed with Sullivan until three balls and
two strikes had been called. Then he sent a speedy

_ one over, and Sullivan hit to deep right.

_ Dunnerwust got under the ball and caught it.
Hartman did not wait until the ball struck in the

a “hands of the Dutch youth, but took a lead off second

and scooted for third. He had observed that the um-

pire was watching the, pan, and he ventured to do this
ne trick.

Of course Frank tried to call the umpire’s attention

age to. Har tman’s lead, but this proved to be useless, and

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Now came Derwin, who longed to knock the cover
off the ball

Dick had found Derwin out, and he played that bat-
ter for his weak point, with the result that two fouls
proved to be the best the White Falls’ third baseman
could make. Finally he fanned out, leaving Hartman
on third.

Then Tip Top came in to bat for their turn in the
ninth.

Browning was the first man up.

“Strike out the big lobster, Bixby!” cried somebody

in the crowd.

“That'll be aisy!”” remarked Mulloy, with a comical
twist of his mug.

Bixby did his best, but Browning kept fouling the
ball until he got one where he wanted it.

Then he cracked it.
The White Falls

crowd was silent, while a shout of joy rose from the

At first it looked like a home run.

spectators who sympathized with the visiting team.

Hartman was running hard for the ball.

“It’s over him!” shouted many.

At the last moment, Hartman jumped into the air
and pulled the ball down with one hand, making a hair-
lifting catch.

Browning was almost down to second and he turned
back, looking disgusted.

Bixby drew a long breath.

When Frank walked out to hit, Whitmore trotted.
down to speak to Bixby. | |

“Be careful of this fellow, old man,” said Whitmore.
“He's ther best hitter in ther bunch.”

“I knows dat,” answered the pitcher. “But he’s
dead weak on a high in,” :

“Keep ’em close to his hands.”

“Dat’s all right. I ain’t goin’ ter let him touch it.”

The first ball was an in-shoot.
was expecting it, and he fell back from the plateas he

He caught it fairly and drove it —

Somehow Frank

swung on the ball.

out on the ground for a firie single.

Bixby indulged in some profanity. When the ball
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looked childish in an amateur, for he flung it onto the
ground.

The ball struck something and bounded off a few
feet to one side.

Bixby was walking after it when a shout awoke him.

“Look out!”

He saw Merriwell running like a streak for second.

Frank had taken advantage of Bixby’s foolishness.

The pitcher jumped for the ball, caught it up and
threw fiercely to Briggs, who covered the bag.

It seemed that Merry was caught.

Frank slid, but did not slide straight at the bag.
Instead he slid along the ground about three feet back
of the bag, reached over and put his hand on it, and
was safe when Briggs reached round to touch him.

Collins was angry now, and he gave Bixby a calli
down.

“Aw, wots der matter!” returned the pitcher. “Don’t
t’row any of dat at me. He'll never git no furder.”

Gallup took Frank’s signal to hit out.

But the first ball was not over. It struck Whit-
more’s glove and bounded out. Whitmore jumped
after it, for he saw Frank Merriwell start with a pan-
therish leap toward third base.

Merry was a wonderful runner, and he coyered
ground at his best speed.

“Slide!” howled Mulloy.

Again Merry slid back of the bag and reached out
for it. Again he was safe solely because he slid in
that manner, for he woud have been tagged had he slid
_ straight at the bag. 3

Now the excitement was feverish.

Frank had reached third. Could he score? .

Every time Bixby delivered the ball Merry started
toward the plate. He got back quickly when he saw

; Whitmore catch it safely.

Gallup tried hard for a hit, but lifted a foul that
was captured by Whitmore.

“Fle’ll never make dat run,” grinned Bixby, as he
saw Dunnerwust waddling out with the bat.
5 It did seem that the case was hopeless, for Hans
swung blindly at the first ball, missing it by two feet.

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The next one was high over the Dutch lad’s head,
but again he swiped at it.

Hans appeared to be excited. _

Frank’s teeth were set. He watched the ball closely.
Bixby fancied Hans would be easy, and he threw one
wide of the plate. |

Hans did not swing, and Whitmore threw the ball
back slowly to the pitcher.

There was another shout, for something -like a
streak scooted from near third base toward the plate.

This time Frank had not turned back to third ‘after
taking the lead, but he darted home the instant Whit-
more started to throw to Bixby.

Whitmore realized his mistake when it was too late.
He leaped to cover the plate.

Bixby caught the ball and returned it.

A third time Frank slid, and again he did not slide
Whitmore got the’ ball and
reached for Merry, but Frank was lying behind the

Straight at the base.

plate, with his hand on the rubber.

“Safe!” declared the umpire.

The next moment Bruce Browning and Barney Mul-
loy had Frank on their shoulders, while the widly ©
cheering Tip Top crowd surged round them.

The game had been won by Frank Merriwell’s aston-
ishing base running.

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TROUBLE AFTER THE GAME,

Thoroughly disgusted and heartsore, Rawdon Brad-
ford turned from the baseball field and hurried away.
He was muttering to himself.

“Demons take the luck!” he grated. “Will nothing _
beat those kids! I have tried to down them in every
possible way, but I have failed. I thought it was a
sure thing to-day. Now they are tied with Black Bar.
If they win in Tip Top to-morrow they are the cham- :

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to escape.

hunted look in his eyes.

This youngster has aroused me! !

TIP TOP

never failed right along in anything I have attempted,
and I will not fail in this—I will not!”
Straight to the Mountain Hotel he went, where he
had aroom. He took a key from his pocket and un-
locked the door of that room.

As he entered the room he was surprised to see a
small table had been pulled out from the wall; but what
surprised him still more was ‘the fact that a bowie
knife had been driven point first into the soft wood
top of ‘the table thus pinning a sheet of paper where it
must be seen,

Then,

with his heart rising in his throat and choking him

He halted a moment and looked around.

strangely, he advanced to the table,
There was writing on the sheet of paper, and these
were the words he read:

“The hour of retribution approaches, Gaston Jar-
row! The man you ruined and dishonored and mad¢
mad lives and knows you at last! He waits his time
to strike, and nothing shall save you from his hand.

(Signed) “Foster HILTon,

“Mad Mose.”

“Satan take him!” panted Bradford.
him dead!
boys did their best to run him down as he was trying
They said they filled him full of lead and
he went over a cliff into a ravine where they could not
And he still lives!
He has sworn to have re-

“T thought
After he attacked me in the mountains the

recover his body. Then my life

is not safe for a moment!

-venge.”

His face was blue and drawn, and there was a
Faneying he heard a noise
behind him, he wheeled quickly, catching his breath.
“Lord!” he gasped,
stand the strain! Ty have to get out of this region,
and that is what I will do after to-morrow. First J
want to defeat Frank Merriwell—I will do that.

Then I’ll make a

“This is too much. I can’t

quick move and get oven irevitie Beier body to settle
has my business affairs.”

_ But when he fel to ae bf his a Maniness pater

well for your service.

this room, and don’t let Mad Mose approach it.”

     

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“When everything is settled it will be discovered
that I am a poor man,” he almost groaned. “All my

deals have gone against me of late. Three months
ago I was well fixed, but the coming of that infernal
Merriwell seemed to have turned the tide.
I thought f

might become a millionaire, but I am far nearer being

fellow
Since then everything has gone wrong.

a pauper to-day.”

He rose and paced the narrow room.

“I must be on the watch,” he said, “taking his pistol
from his pocket and examining it. “I must be ready ®
to shoot any time. More than that, I must have a
constant -bodyguard.”

. Happening to glance out of the window, he saw
two rough-looking men passing. In. a moment he
was at the window and calling them: He signed for
them to come up, and soon they were in the room with
him.

These men were Santa Fé Bill and Big Horn Mac,
two of the most notorious ruffians of all that region.

“Boys,” said Bradford, “do you know Mad Mose?”

“Well, I. reckon we’ve seen the galoot,” nena
Santa Fé Bill.

“Sure,” piped Big Horn Mac.

“Well,” said Bradford, “that crazy fellow has some
kind of a notion that I have wronged him sometime in
the past, and he has threatened to kill me the first
chance he gets.” ,

“T/s’pose you wants ’us ter hunt him up an’ shoot
him up some?” said Bill.

“No.”

“Hey?

“I want you to keep close to me for the next two

You don’t?.. Then what’re ye drivin’ at?”

days. or .so—want you to act as a sort of bodyguard.
If you see Mose, you are at liberty to imagine he means
me some harm, and you can open onhim. Til pay you
If you salt him, I'll make it~
five hundred apiece.” |
“Boss, you kin count on us!” exclaimed Mac.
“That’s whatever,” nodded Bill. Pate

“AM right. Now I want. you to keep watch outside

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rected if possible, yet he could not cast off the feeling
of dread that was on him, and he started when there
came a sharp knock on the door.

“Come in,” was his invitation, but Mart Holt found
himself looking into the muzzle of a drawn revolver
when he entered.

“Here!’’ exclaimed Holt, dodging. ‘What are you
trying to do? Stop that!”

“Just making sure,” said Bradford, slowly putting
“What do you want?’

“T have come to see you about Whitmore and

eup the weapon.

Bixby.”

“What about them?”

“They say you have paid them only half the money
you promised for playing in this game, and that they
have been told to look to me for the other half.”

“Well?”

“Well, I did not hire them.
money.”

I shall pay them no

“Do as you like about that,” said Bradford, in a
snarl. “They have had more than they earned now!”
“Will you pay?”
“Not a dollar more than I have paid !’’

“Look here, Mr. Bradford, you had better.’’

“Why ?”

“Because they will raise a fuss.”

“Let them. I don’t care.”

“But I do. I don’t care to have it known that T

“permitted you to pay for a battery to play against Tip
Top to-day.”

“Then deny it. Say you hired them:”

“And have them jump on me for the rest of that
money? Not much!
Bradford.” -

“Tl see them both in blazes first! Go tell them
that! Go tell them anything you like! They’ve got

all the money out of me they'll get!”
; In vain Holt tried to reason with Bradford, and
_ the boss finally drove the manager of the White Falls
‘team from the room.
_ Ten minutes later Bixby and Whitmore came burst-
_ ing into that room, and there was a look in their faces
that indicated they were mad all through.

You must settle with them, Mr.

 

TIP TOP WEHRELY.

“Are
yer goin’ ter crack down der rest of dat dough yer

“Wot’s dis we hear?’ demanded the pitcher.

promised us?”
“Now go slow!” advised Bradford. “If you raise
a fuss in here I have two men outside who will come

in and beat the life out of you.”

“We want our money,” said Whitmore; “and we’re
going to get it. You want to fork out pretty quick.”

“Get the money of Holt.”

“He says you were the one who agreed to pay us.”

“All the business was done in his name.”

“Dat’s all right,” put in Bixby; “but youse was der
bloke wot done it. Hesaysso. You hired us fair an’
square, promised us der rest of der mon arter der
game.”

“Why didn’t you win?”

“Aw, say, how could we wid dat bum team behind
us? Dey couldn’t hit.” |
“How much hitting did you two do?”
“G’wan! A pitcher an’ catcher’s never expected tex
hit.

of der bunch was der ones ter stick it.”

We might ’a’ done it, but we reckoned der rest

“You lost the game by your foolishness.”

“Who ?”

“You!”

“Tow ?”

“By throwing that ball down and letting Merriwell

steal second. By letting him steal home. You can’t

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pitch! And you, Whitmore, are a dub catcher
They gasped for breath. —
“Well, dat’s der limit!” palpitated Bixby.

“I'm just telling you a little truth. White Falls

“would have done better with a regular battery. That

being the case, I’d be a fool to pay you more money!
Get out! I can’t waste my breath on you!”

Whitmore and Bixby looked at each other.

“See here,” said the latter, “eder you cough up dat
dough ur we'll kick the slats outer you, see!”

Whitmore flung off his coat.

“That’s straight!” he said. “Cough!”

Bradford put his hand to his hip.

They did not let him draw. Both jumped, but

Bixby hit him first, driving him up against the wall. :

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As the revolver came out, Whitmore grasped his wrist
and twisted it till the weapon dropped to the floor.
“Soak him!” grated Bixby.
They both hit him

Bradford by the throat and pushed him against the

repeatedly. Whitmore got
wall, holding him there, while they continued to smash
him.

Bradford shouted for help, and the door was flung

_ open.

Frank Merriwell had been passing to his room, and

heard the rumpus.

He was surprised when he saw those two men going
for Bradford, whom he recognized.

Although Merry disliked the boss most heartily, it
was not like him to see two men jumping on one like
that, and he took a hand in the trouble at once.

Seizing Whitmore by the neck and a convenient part
of his trousers, Merry whirled and threw the fellow fly-
ing through the open door and ouit of the room.

A moment later he had Bixby, who had turned to
Frank struck the fellow’s hands aside and
closed with him. Bixby tried to get a hold, but Merry
somehow caught the fellow up and flung him down on
his head and shoulders. Then he picked Bixby up and
ran him out of the room.

But when he turned to Bradford he was just in time
to see that individual lift the revolver he had picked
up from the floor. There was a treacherous light in
the eyes of the boss, and he flung forward the weapon.

Quick as he was, Frank moved with equal swiftness,

| and the small table was dashed at the treacherous mag-

nate, striking him and spoiling his aim, so that the bul-

let flew past. Frank’s cheek. :
Merry was on Bradford in a twinkling and had a

hold on the weapon, which he jerked from the man’s

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“Of all dirty dogs,” said he, contemptuously, “you
are the limit! I saved you from a beating and you

| tried to shoot me!”

Then he kicked Bradford’s feet from beneath him
and let the man drop with a shock that jarred the build-

,

+ ing. rou ered,

| As Merry was leaving the room Santa Fé Bill and

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Big Horn Mac came rushing up. They stopped when
they saw the revolver in Merry’s hand.
“Wot is it?” they asked, seeing Bixby and Whit-
more sneaking away.
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“Oh, nothing much!” was Frank’s quiet reply.
“There has been a small argument in Mr. Bradford's
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room. That’s all.”

He passed on with perfect coolness, and they did not

stop him.

CHAPTER VIII.
TEMPTING THE UMPIRE.

The day of the final game in Mad River League had
arrived. Black Bar was to play in the town of Tip
Top, and the result of the game would decide the
championship. White Falls was scheduled to play in
Silver Plume, but the game had been called “off,” as
there was no further interest in the race between those
teams. |

Tip Top prepared for a holiday. All business was
to cease at noon. Further than that, the people of the
place decorated with bunting and flags.

“By Jim!” exclaimed Mayor Jerry Cubben, who was
the only man in town who dared wear a silk hat;
“we've given ’em a race fer their money, whether we
win ur not. lf we'd
been treated jest right, we'd have the championship

They ain’t ‘had no walkover.

won already, you bate! An’ if we hev a fair show to-
day, we'll win it anyhow.”

But many of the people in the town expressed them-
selves as more than satisfied, even if Tip Top lost.
The fight put up by the boys had delighted them all
and aroused their sporting blood. Besides that, they
had learned that the boys were one and all fine fellows.

Frank, however, was regarded as the finest of them
all, while as a favorite Dick was a close second.

It must be confessed that Dick had created more
wonderment and admiration than any other player in
the league. :

As a pitcher, the boy was a young wizard, which no
one could deny. His jump ball, combined with his
combination rise and drop, were enough to bewilder

    

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18 TIP TOP
and deceive the best batter; but the fact that he could
pitch almost equally well with his left hand as he could
with his right was what made him a young “phenom.”

“He'll be in the big league some day,” was the
prophecy made right along.

Frank had a talk with his players about noon that
day. | They listened attentively to what he haul to say,
and it impressed them strongly. He:had a way of
saying things so that they seemed to sink into the
mind of the listener.

They had dressed for the game, and were about
ready to leave Yale Lodge when the sound of music
came to their ears.

*Vot vos id that hears me?” exclaimed nee Dun-
nerwust. “I pelief some musickness vos blaying.”

They rushed to a window and saw coming down
the street a band made up of such musitians as could
At the head of the

carrying a sword

be scraped together in the town.
band marched Mayor Cubben,
against his shoulder.
Dick burst into hearty laughter.

“Oh, say!’ he cried.
to the baseball ground!”
“Roight, me bhoy!’’ said Barney Mulloy.
_ to be ascoorted in shtoyle wid a band.”
“Wal, darn my punkins!” chuckled Ephraim. Gallup.

“They are coming to escort us

“We are

“Tf they don’t saound jest like the village band to hum
Vil eat my hat! Hey! Ain’t Wow!
Makes me wisht I wuz to hum, by gorry!’
The band marched up to Yale Lodge.
and Felecia were enjoying it all, and they treated the
; musicians to lemonade, which had been made in a large

it great?

Inza, Elsie

quantity for the boys to drink after the game.

When all were ready, the band started out for the
baseball ground, tooting and thumping away, and the
team marched behind.

“We're feeling pretty well now,” said Harry Rattle-
ton; “but we'll feel bad enough if we lose this game.”
fe Again Frank looked at him. Harry was the only
~ one who had expressed the least lack of ‘confidence
-eoncerning the result of the game.
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“T expect we'll be robbed of it.”
“By the umpiring?”

Perhaps not

“T don’t know how, but somehow.
through the umpiring.”

“T should say not!” exclaimed Frank. “If the um-
pire does not give Tip Top a fair deal to-day he'll be
lynched.”

People cheered as they marched toward the base-
ball ground. In behind them fell the crowd, and there
was a long procession by the time the gate was reached.

When they entered the enclosure they found an un-
usually large number assembled, and soon the enthusi-
astic crowd was pouring through the gate and filling
every available space to witness the game.

The fact that Black Bar and Tip Top were tied and
this game decided the championship was enough to
turn people out until it seemed that every one in the
Mad River country had come to witness the final game.

There was great cheering as the band went tooting
across the diamond, escorting the Tip Top players to
their bench. The admirers of the home team stood
up on their feet and yelled madly. i

Frank had taken care that seats were reserved for
Inza, Elsie and Felicia, so the girls were not compelled
to stand when they arrived.

The Black Bar players were on hand, and they ss

looked Merry and his team over with interest.
“What kills me to death,” said Maxim, the Black

Bar shortstop, “‘is having to play off for the champion-

ship with a lot of kids like- those.
they have any license to play baseball with us.”
“Luck,” said Regan, the new shortstop.

“Not a bit of it,” put in Tom Jepson, the former |

captain of the team. “We can’t call it that.”
“Then what do you call it.”

“The work of a wonderful baseball danke and | 4

manager.
it is. Take him away from it—
“He has been away from it some this season.”

Frank Merriwell has made that team what

”

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sent.” I

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“Partly; but it was also because the team missed the
steadying and guiding hand of its captain.

“You must be stuck on Merriwell!”
“T think he’s all right,”’ confessed Jepson.

“You don’t want to let Mr. Bradford hear you say
that.”

“I'd as lief he’d hear me as not. This is my last
Pll not

play in this league another year if Rawdon Bradford is

game, and I expect to sit on the bench to-day.

president or has anything to do with it.”
“Keep still! Here he comes!”
Bradford was seen approaching. His usually florid
face looked purple and drawn, and he seemed like a
He called

Mike Nash, the manager of the Black Bar team.

man with an intense strain on his nerves.

Nash was a man who bowed down before Bradford,
and he leaped at the call of the magnate.

“Where’s the umpire?” asked Bradford, in a low
tone.

“Standing over there by the end of the bench,” said

Nash,

“Tell him to come to me and speak to me. I have
something to say to him, but I don’t want to be seen
going to him.”

So ‘Nash moved away ae got round to the umpire

a few moments later, telling him that Bradford wished

to speak with him.

_ The boss had stepped out one side, and was waiting
He pretended to be
surprised a little when the umpire came up and ‘offered
his hand. |

“You sent for me, sir,” said the umpire.

“’Sh!” cautioned Bradford. ‘Don’t speak so loud.
Do you want ~ make a thousand dollars easy?”

when the umpire came over.

“1 “Of course.”

“Give Black Bar this game to-day and I'll pay youa

.

“I couldn’t think of it, Mr. Bradford,” was the re-

ie ty.

“Hey? Why not?”
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“You mean—what?”
“We are in Tip Top to-day, and it’s likely I’d not
escape with my life if 1 should be unfair.”

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“Oh, you’ve got to have nerve to
It takes nerve
it takes more

“Tt’s all right to talk of nerve, sir!
to umpire these games and be square;
than that to rob a team of a decisive game like this.”

“Tl give you two thousand!”

“No!”

“Name your figures!” panted Bradford. “If you
are not out of my reach, I’ll give you what you ask to

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throw the game!

CHAPTER IX,
CHECKED.

The game was on! .

Never had a crowd of spectators been so wrought
up. Every one present seemed to understand the full
importance of that game, and every move of the player
was watched with intense anxiety.

A hit meant a roar. é

An error meant a groan.

Three innings had been played, and either side had
scored. Tip Top had worked out of one bad hole in
the second, for a runner had reached third without a
man out.

Then it was that Frank Merriwell had put on steam
and showed how good he was. The batters to follow
had seemed like men of putty before him.

Black Bar went to bat in the beginning of the fourth
with the air of men bound to do or die.

The very head of the batting list came up.

Jepson was on the bench, and in his place was Regan,
anew man. Regan had a reputation as a safe hitter.

“Start it off, old man,” urged Hobbs, who was now,
captain of the team in place of Jepson.

~ In order that the reader may follow the game, the
line-up of the teams is here given:

TIP TOP. & BLACK BAR,
Ready, 3b. Regan, 3b.
Carson, ss. Finch, rf.
Mulloy, lf. Hobbs, 2b.
Browning, 1b. Brastow, lf,
D. Merriwell, 2b, Maxim, ss.
Gallup, cf. Hovey, cf.
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20 TIP TOP

Kiljoy, Black Bar’s

into this game, but Mike Nash had put in Stone.

left-hander, had begged to go

However, Kiljoy had been instructed to warm up
and keep in condition so that he could go in any time.

Regan had a good eye, and he picked out one that
was over, driving it along the ground at Carson.
While he
was trying to get the ball up it rolled away from him,

Berlin stopped it, but made a fumble.

and Regan reached first.

Frank stopped Berlin from throwing when he finally
picked the ball up too late.

“No wild throwing to-day,” cautioned Merry.
When he toed the slab again he seemed to pay not
the least attention to first. Regan edged off further
and further, when, of a sudden, Frank oapeed round

and threw to the base.

Regan saw he was off, and he did not try to get back.
Instead, he started for second, and a moment later he
was between two fires on the line.

Frank ran down at once to take a hand, but before
he could reach the line Regan had jumped into a
thrown ball, causing it to roll off one side, and had
trotted serenely down to second.

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“Don’t mind it, fellows, “Tt couldn’t
be helped.”

Some captains would have raised a kick, but Franx

said Merry.

knew better than to disturb the feelings of those young
players at that stage of the game. He knew it might
rattle them badly and cause them to play a bad game
behind him, |

| Regan stood on second laughing derisively.

“Why, I thought you had me caught!” he sneered.

” Finch picked up a light bat and got into position to
hit. the ball.
meant to try to knock it out of the lot.

From his manner it seemed that he

_ When Merry pitched, however, Finch shortened his
hold on the bat like a flash, held the stick loosely, and
_ bunted the ball toward first base.

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Frank handled the bunt cleverly, but Regan had such

This he did, _
ea tence gasp. ~ breath.

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But again, with only one out, Black Bar had a run-
ner on third, and it looked bad for the home team.

Hobbs, the captain of the visiting team, was a clever
ball player, and he went out as if he meant to lace the
ball hard.

But he, also, bunted toward first base.

In this instance, however, it happened tliat Frank
was watching for something of the sort. The speedy
manner in which Merry gathered up that bunt was
amazing, and he threw it straight as a bullet into Bart’s
waiting glove. :

Regan had tried to come home on the bunt. He ran

like the wind down the line and made a slide for the

plate, but Frank was too quick for him, and Bart put
the ball onto him, pinning him fast a foot from the
rubber.
“Out!” declared the umpire.
How the crowd yelled then! They seemed to go

wild with delight, uttering howl after howl.

Two men were ot it, and now Frank bewildered Bras-

tow with his speed and curves, using the double shoot
to strike him out.

Black Bar had failed to score when a score seemed
within reach.

“Well! well! well!” shouted a voice. “That is play-
ing baseball! That is the real thing!”

Stone had a determined look on his face, and he

pitched in a most remarkable manner during the last :

half of that inning, Tip Top got one man to first, but

that was all.

came in, _
The fifth inning was very short.

a “dope” to Maxim, who hit a fly to Ready.

Hovey hit the first ball to’ Merry, who threw him

out at first, and Parker went out on a foul.

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that inning.

The first Tip Top batter reached first, but the sec- ,
ond one bunted a little fly to Stone, who made a double |

play by a quick throw to first.
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; In the seventh Black Bar opened desperately, for the
first hitter stepped into the ball.
but the umpire passed him to first.

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It nearly killed him,

The next man refused to strike, and the umpire
called four balls, although the last one was perfectly
over the center of the plate.

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“Kill the umpire!”

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The crowd seemed ready to come onto the diamond,
and the umpire grew a bit pale

Frank put a ball over to the next hitter, and he lined
it out to left field.

Mulloy caught the ball.

The runner on second tried to make third after the
ball was caught, and Barney threw him out hand-
somely.

With two men out, it was easily ended when Frank
— struck out the last one up.
: But Tip Top did no better than Black Bar, and the
) seventh passed without a run. :
By this time the witnesses were shaking with ex-
_ citement. | ;
Never in his life had Frank been cooler. His calm
confidence inspired the others, for to him there seemed
| not the least doubt concerning the final outcome of
the affair. :
} In the eighth inning Hobbs held back until the um-
: pire had passed him down on balls, which caused an-
other outburst.
Hobbs started to steal

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second on the first ball

  

‘ “Safe!” declared the umpire.
“What: ?” howled two RAE, voices.

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Somebody fired a shot into the air, «

The umpire dodged and felt of himself to discover
if he had been struck by the bullet.

“That’s right, shoot him!” went up the shout.
The umpire tried td protect himself behind Frank,
said Merry, “that it’s best to be on

If you wish to escape with a

“You can see,”
the level in this game.
whole skin, don’t be crooked. You'll never get oft
this ground alive if you rob Tip Top.”

If the umpire had intended to be dishonest he aban-
doned all thought of it at this point in the game. His
life was dearer to him than money.

Then Frank struck Brastow out.

In returning the ball, however, Hodge made a bad
throw, and it bounded past Frank.

Hobbs went for third, which he reached safely.

Again it looked like a possible score for Black Bar.

Maxim swung twice to hit the ball hard, and then,
on the third strike, he bunted.

Hobbs came racing home.

Frank got the ball up and threw it to Bart, but
Hodge failed to handle it, and Hobbs scored.

Then the Black Bar crowd thundered and thun-
dered. :

In truth, it looked as if Tip Top had lost the game,

They seemed like men gone mad with joy.

for one run in a game like this meant a big lead.
Frank went back into the box and struck Hovey out.
Then Maxim took a chance and tried to steal sec-

ond, but Bart threw him out. It was close, but the

umpire decided correctly, declaring the runner out.
Harry Rattleton’s face was long and sad when the

boys came in to the bench.

he said. “I knew we were

going to be beaten to-day.”

“T felt it in my bones,”

“And that is why you are not playing in the game,”
said Frank.
“That umpire has robbed you!”

“But we are not beaten yet.”

“He was rank in his last decision on second, but
we're not going to quit because of that.”

“Oh, it’s a put-up job to beat us out!” ‘

“I think likely, but we refuse to be beaten in that
Get right into the game, boys. We'll win yet.”

    
         
      
         
   
      
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Gallup was the first man up, and he managed to
drive out a safe one.

Dunnerwust tried twice to bunt, and then smashed
a hot. one along the ground to third base, where it was
fumbled long enough to let Hans down to first.

It was the turn of the Tip Top crowd to roar, and
the opportunity was improved.

Stone was not disturbed. He kept his head and
pitched well to Hodge, leading Bart into putting up a
foul back of third base, which was captured by Regan.

Frank was the one who smashed a liner to Maxim,
the ball bounding off the shortstop’s shins.

This let the men on bases advance, and Frank got
down to first.

The bags were full.

‘Then there was excitement. |

The head of the batting order now came up, and
Ready trotted out to do all that he could.

Stone worked skillfully, finally leading him into
hitting a grounder to Parker, who was playing off first.

Gallup was streaking it for home, and Parker
whistled the ballgo McGinn, who stepped on the plate
and returned the ball to first for a handsome double
play.

At the very moment when it seemed certain Tip Top
-must score the run had been stopped.

CHAPTER X.
TIED.

The home crowd, was silent, but the visitors were

roaring with untold joy.

“I knew it!’ muttered Rattleton, dolefully.

Now, this was discouraging endugh, and under ox-
dinary circumstances a young team would: have given
up. In this case, howéver, Frank Merriwell showed

‘no signs of giving up. He went out to hold the vis-
itors down in the first half of the ninth, and this he

did, not one of the three batters who faced him even

fouling the ball.

“Berlin,” said Frank, as they came in to the bench,
“You must reach first base somehow. We've got to
score, and we can do it.” :

-“T’ll do my best,” assured Carson.

_ He went out to the plate and stood close to the rub-
ber. Stone threw a ball at his head to drive him back.
_ Instead of getting back, Berlin turned his face away,

and the ball struck him plancingiy< on the head. ce

he draped:

WEHEKLY.

After a little water had been poured on Carson’s
head, he rose and trotted down to first.

He was cheered all along the line.

Those rough men admired pluck.

‘Mulloy came out and tried to bunt, but Stone was
looking out for that trick, and Barney fouled two
balls, which were called strikes.

Then his Irish blood was aroused, and he laced the
next one hard, driving it far into left field.

Brastow pulled it down, but Carson took second
after the ball was caught.

“We'll let it go as a sacrifice, Barney,” called Frank.

“Tt won't do you a bit of goad asserted Stone, °

“That remains to be seen.’

“Tell stop right where he is,’ Cine the pitcher,
grimly.

It seemed that Stone spoke the truth, for Browning
lifted an easy foul and was out.

The Black Bar rooters bellowed madly.

Dick picked out a bat. He was careful to select one
that suited him.

“The kid is easy!” cried Hobbs.

“Fan him, Stonie!’”’ urged Maxim.

“Don’t let him see the ball,” said Parker.

“Put it in the mitt,” urged McGinn. —

Whizz!—over sped the ball. °

Dick struck and missed.

“One strike!’

“Vahl” howled the Black’ Bar crowd.

Whizz !—over went another.

“Two strikes!’

“Yah! yah!”
Whizz!

Crack!
Dick had hit it!

It was one of those beautiful line drives that no tae

fielder could touch, and it went bounding away into
right field.

\ ,
How Carson did run!

To begin with, he had a _
good lead of second, and he stopped for nothing when

he heard the ball strike the Pe
like a madman. na
Almost two thousand persons stood up “a shrieked si
as Carson came down the line. a
The/right fielder got the ball and tried to stop the j
run at the plate, but was too late. pie
Carson scored.
It was.a tie! .
Boe the throw Dick went to 0 aon

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Pe “Now, Ephraim!” cried Frank; but the uproar
& drowned his voice.
% Money was flung at Carson by the handful.

“The boy who made the hit is the one to get your
small change!” roared a voice.
: Rawdon Bradford had turned blue again. Up to
r the moment that Dick hit the ball he had fancied the
i game safely won by Black Bar. When he saw Carson
cross the plate his heart rose into his throat and came
near choking him.
“A thousand furies!”
lost the game after all!”
| The strain upon him was something frightful.
. The lank Vermonter went up to the plate deter-
mined to win the game if possible.
Stone worked carefully with Gallup, but Ephraim
“was pretty crafty. He refused to swing unless the
ball was over. With two’ strikes on him, he finally
met the ball hard. it was a long drive into center
field, but Hovey got in front of the ball and held it.
The ninth inning had ended with the score tied.

ee

he grated.. “I'll bet-we have

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CHAPTER XI.
T HE WINNERS.

 

- Black Bar breathed again, for it was given another
chance. Now it felt that its show was just as good
as that of Tip Top, and the visiting rooters roared
loudly. :
Parker walked out and bunted the ball toward third,
_ beating it to first by fast running.
McGinn was up to snuff and bunted handsomely,
This time Jack Ready got in and threw McGinn out.
But Parker was on second. ’
Stone was not a hitter, but he could bunt as cley-
: erly as any man on the team, and he dropped. the ball
ae. inside the first base line. .
Parker went to third, while Stone was out at first.

  
   
  
 

 

“hitter, |
This was a situation that pleased Black Bar, for now
it seemed certain Regan would get in his work.
“Frank whistled over the double shoot.

“One ball!” cried the umpire.

‘Watch those,” urged Merry. “They curve two
ways, and you must keep an eye on them to ae sure
ey do not go over the plate.”

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~ Regan was up once eet the reputedly safe.

: his hand the om man ao a oe knife,

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“One strike!”

Regan kicked, but the umpire silenced Lik with a
great show of authority.

Immediately Merry stopped using that double curve,
for he read the umpire perfectly. He meant to put up
a great show of fairness, but it was his intention to
give Regan a pass rather than strike him out.

Then Frank decided that he would force the batter
into hitting the ball. He had been using speed, but
now he sent in a dead slow one.

Regan went for it, hit it, and put up a little fly,
which Frank gathered in, and the distress was stopped
short. Then came Tip Top’s half.

Dunnerwust proved easy, for Stone fanned him with
three balls. 7

Hodge was not so easy, and he ended Stone into a
hole. Then he refused to swing at one that was not
over and walked to first.

Frank was up. He gave Bart a signal to go down
on the first ball: pitched.

Stone was crafty and pitched the ball outside the
plate to give McGinn a chance to throw.

Trank swung at it and the bat seemed to fly out of
his hands, turning over and over in the air,

The. whirling bat bothered McGinn, who dropped.
the ball, picked it up in a great hurry and made a bad
throw over the head of the second baseman.

Hodge went dashing round to third on the throw.

Wild! Why, it seemed that the Tip Top crowd
would have fits!

- Stone and McGinn held a consultation, while the
spectators shouted.

Then the pitcher tried a sharp drop on Merry, wie
bunted neatly toward first base.

Hodge came home like a,whirlwind. Stone tried to :
stop him at the plate, but his efforts to handle the ball
were failures, and the winning run had been made.

Imagine what followed when that frantic crowd
swarmed onto the diamond. Never had there been,
anything like it seen in Tip sam or in the Mad River
region.

* ‘3 ok * wi. ee

‘The excitement was over and the crowd ae A
the inclosure when there was a sudden commotion and
a cry for help. |

_ An old man with white baie and beard had leaped
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Barely in time two men grasped him and dragged
him off.

Bradford had looked into the eyes of death, and the
horror that was on him made him a shaking craven.
(The moment he could get on his feet he went panting
and tearing out of the crowd, flinging men right and
left.

“Out of my way!” he hoarsely screamed.

In the midst of this commotion Mad Mose escaped.

Bradford got out of the crowd and fled as fast as he
could run. Men started after him, but they seemed
unable to catch him.

“Where is old Mose?” was the question.

When it was found that he, also, had escaped, it
was said that Bradford would be sure to keep out of
sight for a time. A hundred men started to follow
the Mad River maniac and his intended victim,

Frank hastened to Yale Lodge and changed his
clothes. Then he went out and joined in the hunt,
for something told him that the end of the affair would
be a tragedy.

Bradford had fled down the river, and men were
searching everywhere for him along its western bank.
Frank joined them, and the hunt continued until near

dark.
| It was beginning to grow dusky in the voller and
gorges when Merry saw Mad Mose slipping swiftly
over the rocks, like a panther that has sighted its prey.

Merry followed Mose swiftly, seeking to overtake
him. Before he could come up with the man another

figure rose from a place of concealment near the high
bank of the river, where it foamed, and boiled, and
thundered over its rocky bed.

It was Bradford, and he had a revolver in his hand.
His face was ashen with fear. Twice he fired at Mose,
but his hand shook so that both bullets flew wild.

Then the mad avenger was on him, and the revolver
was dropped. On the bank of the river they grappled.

“This is the end, Gaston Jarrow!” grated Mose, as
he dragged the terrified scoundrel nearer the edge.
“Down we go—down together!”

Frank was almost within reach, when, ‘locked fast
in each other’s arms, Mad Mose and the man who had
ruined him plunged into the boiling torrent.

- On the bank: Frank looked down for them. He saw
them come up once, flung for a moment to the surface.
He saw the despairing look in the eyes of the crooked
_tascal who had been known as “the boss of the
league,”

and then the river swallowed them forever.

WEEKLY.

It is a remarkable thing that the body of neither men
was ever recovered.
* x * * Ae 3

Tip Top celebrated that night. It was a wild old
night, to be sure. Every member of the team was
made a handsome present. In a speech the little
mayor of the town told them how proud of them Tip
Top was.

They were winners against odds, and the fight they

had put up was sufficient to win the admiration of any
square man. :

“It’s all over, Dick,” said Merry; “and now

“And now it’s back to Fardale again!’ smiled Dick.
“Tam glad of that! I shall be glad to see the fellows
once more. Dear old Fardale!”

“Dear old Fardale!’ echoed Merry; but there was a
touch of sadness in his voice as he realized that his
school days at Fardale were ended.

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THE END.

The Next Number (837) Will Contain

Dick Merriwell’s Return;

OR,

BACK AGAIN TO THE OLD SCHOOL.

Is there any school in America better or more widely
known than Fardale? If there is, we have yet to hear
of it, And once more this famous old academy is to
be the scene of many stirring events. What days are
better than our. school days? In the words of the
Wise One, there are none half so fine. Well, then, let
us one and all go back to old Fardale with Dick; let us
watch the great football games and all the other great
matches; let us all be of Dick’s crowd as he fights his
way up to the top, helping friend and baffling foe; let
us join ‘heartily in the chorus of “Fair Fardale,” but

first, foremost, and above all, let us be on time when the. A
How to
‘Then you will be able to

academy opens its doors for the fall season.
do it?’ READ No. 337.
answer, “Present, early!” to the roll call and be back
with the boys again. Well, here they all are: Dick,

Hal, Brad, Ted, Billy Bradley, Obey Tubbs—and the | ‘

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But the second reason is just as important and cogent,
namely, the high excellence of the letters written by our
readers, which appear in this column. Indeed, these let-
ters have been so highly praised that Street & Smith,
*always anxious to serve and benefit their great public,
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boys and girls! Show us which one of all our young
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APPLAUSE.

I read the Tip. Top Weekly and think that it is the finest book that

 

Is written. I read every number that cemes out, and would like very
much te be like Diek Merriwell, as he is se strong and active, and is
s0 very manly. -Yours truly, IMON

Fort Werth, Tex.
Yours certainly is a most laudable ambition.

May you live té make
it geod.

I have been a reader ef Tip Top for the past four years, and I must
Fay with great pleasure I look ferward for Tip Top Weekly. I think
Dick Merriwell is a dandy. As this is my first letter to you; I wish
you would publish it in your Applause Celumn, s0 the rest of the
readers of this tewn can read it. Matr. BH. RENDERICK.

Ashtabula Harber, 9.

Write te Tip Tep’s Applause Celumn and a good large portion of
ma the beys and girls im the United States will be sure to read your
opinions.

 

 

This is my first attempt at writing to you, and that which causes
me te write is the enthusiasm which Tip Top has stirred up in me.
All the characters are fine. J will now close my letter with hearty
eee to B. L. Standish and 8. & S. for their great success
in bringing before the American bey & paper which contains all he
wishes. J. P. Cramar.

Philadelphia, Pa.

Just as you say, Tip Top gives the American boy all that he can
wish for. Wnough said!

 

Yeur Tip Top Weekly is the greatest five-cent weekly in ~ mar’
Frank and Dick are great, and so are Insa and Do nowfla
Charley is true blue, and if I am not badly mistaken, he and Black

Bob are one and the same. Hoping that the Tip Top ll cantinue
for a long time to come, I remain, A Haprpr Hoo.igan.
St. Paul, Minn.

The Black Beb-Snowflake Charlie mystery has been a ceorker. We
now know the solution of it.

Have been a constant reader of we Top for three years, and thought I
would like,te say a few werds in favor of it. My brother and sister
read it, too, and we think there isn’t any other paper that can beat
it. Frank aad Dick sre all right; in fact, the whole flock is. Wish-
ing good luck te Burt L. and Street & Smith.

Chicage, Ill. A Girt For Tre Top.

Well said, and truly Tip Top leads the world as an ideal publication
for the youth.

 

Hurrah for the Tip Top Weekly, Dick Merriwell, and last, but a mil-
lion times not least, Tip Top Physical Culture! If Messrs. Street &
Smith and Prof. Feurmen only knew of the worlds of good they are
doing to the present young men and to these who are jist coming into
early newoet I am sure they would be simply délighted; nay, more
than simply delighted, they would be satisfied that the coming men
of America will be men—not these hollow-chested, weak-lunged pieces
of humanity called men for lack ef another name—but men—sure
enough men of whom every mother would be proud, and you could
truthfully, yet not boastfully, say: He is my son, that youth standing
there; he used to be such a frail, delicate fellew, but he is now nearly
® perfect picture of health and happiness, and the enes te whom I owe
all this are Messrs. Street & Smith and Prof. Fourmen. If-you do not
think of this, my dear friends and readers of Tip Top, why you can
never realize how much you do owe to the above-named gentlemen,
fer if it had not been for them thousands of us who would like to
develop ourselves could net for this one reason: We den’t know how.
Thanking you for the many pleasant moments Tip Top has afforded me,
and with my sincere regards te all ef you, I am and always shall be
an ardent a€mirer of Tip Top. CrIvE Rap.

/ Lake Village, Ark.

Thank yeu fer werds of praise. We do feel grateful already at. the
promising results, and we hepe that ail Tip Top readers will take
advantage ef the Physical Culture Columns, as it is our aim to im-
preve and benefit all eur follewers.

In reading the “Applause” in No. 2$3, I saw “‘Bli Yale’s suggestion,”

that ef Frank taking a post-graduate ceurse, which I consider a good —

one, but we must leave it to Mr. Standish to prepare Frank’s fufure
Yale will be in mead of ‘“Merriwell ceurage” this year, as “U. of P.’
is fast turning-out goed working material, and I do not doubt but that
Harvard is doing the same. Inza never appealed to me as Elsie did.
The very fact that the characters sheul€ appeal te one in thé manner
in which they de to me shows what a master-mind our talented author
is. From the time that I read about Hlsie I admired her, er rather
loved her. I woulé@, nevertheless, be among the first te extend my con-
gratulations to Inza, upon ker marriege te Frank, and alse to Elsie,
when she marries Bart, whe is indeed an honerable fellow, worthy of
the friendship of Frank ‘Merriwell. It is hard fer me to confess

whether I admite Harry Rattleton more than Bart, for none believed —

in Mefry move sincerely than Honest Harry, and the faith he had in

* Frank caused him to make positive assertions when the Flock won-

dered what had become of Merry. Upon second thought, however, I think
that impulsive Bart deserves to be placed first among Frank’s friends,
with Rattleton a-close second. I haven’t any preference for one ever
the others in- regards to the other members of the Floc
well will some day become as famous as his brether. e is a wonder-
ful boy, but Merriwell blood flows in his veins, so that accounts for it.
Dick and Old Joe will witness some exciting games of f all, which
will perhaps remind Crowfoot of an Indian chasing a ateor for
scalp after his weapons have been exhausted. VY. Levy.

Philadelphia, Pa. :

Disie’s friends all stand by her very bravely, and we like it
spirit of loyalty; but she is very happy now with Bart, end we
will alway» remain so. oe

Dick Merri- —

 
  

   
NOTICE TO ALL CONTESTANTS

IN THE

Tip Top All-American Base Ball Tournament.

The four prize winners in the tournament will be an-
_ nounced in Tip Top No. 340.

Read ‘the following and see ‘to which of the four
ledgues yout team belongs:

League No. 1 comprises the following States: .,Con-
“necticut, Delaware, Maine, Massachusetts, New Hamp-
shire, New York, Ohio, Pennsylvania, Rhode Island and
- Vermont. All teams entered in the tournament from
these States are contestants in League No. 1.

League No. 2 comprises the following States: Ar-
‘kansas, District of Columbia, Florida, Georgia, Kentucky,

Louisiana, Maryland; New Jersey, Mississippi, Missouri,

New Mexico, hem Carolina, South Carolina, Tennessee,
.. Texas, Virgin a and West Virginia. » All teams entered
in the tournament from these States are contestants in
League No. 2
League No, 3 comprises the following States: Illinois,
eepaiana, Iowa, Kansas, Michigan, Minnesota, Nebraska,
- North Dakota, South Dakota and Wisconsin. All teams
entered in the tournament from these States are, con-
_ testants in League No. 3.

League No. 4 comprises the following Seca Als
bana, Arizona, California, Colorado, Idaho, Montana,
Nevada, Oregon, Utah, Washington and Wyoming.

contestants in ‘League No. 4.

Now, then, S7ory body get aeaty: | to play in the second

annual aR Top. fas
FOOTBALL, CONTEST.

peat in No. aube Get on the

“8d bz;

tee Rs
; Manager—Carey.

All |

_ teams entered in the tournament from these States are “Bue, Lf

* f

eee Bee ais

Here Are the Scores for the Week:
White Stars (Chicago, Ill.), 10; Derbys, 0.

1st b:; Galvin, 2d ‘Bei Allelly, 3d b.; Fitzgerald, ‘s. s.; Coyle, r. £3
Burke; -c. f.; Nash, | oe Derbys baseball team-——Voorhees,* p.; Browne,
2% Kilarkey, Last’ bis Pie 2d b.; Scott, 3d b.; Jaeger. (capt.), 8. 8.5
Field, r. £.; Sampill, c. f.3. Sherman, 1. f, Manager-——Carey. —
‘White Stars (Chicago, Ill.),.14; Green Sox, 0:
White Stars baseball team—(Regular team). Green Sox. baseball
team—Belt, p.; A. Sneider,. c.; Hemphill, ist b.; Wagner, 2d b.;
Fleming, 8d b.; Dunganh, s. s.; Evers, 6. f.; Moody, Uh Manager—

Casey.
White Stars (Chicago, Ill.), 18; Green Sox, 0.

White Stars baseball team-—(Regular team). Green Sox baseball
team—Belt, P- ; A. Sneider, c.;. Hemphill, Ist b.; Wagner, 2d b.;
eee 3d b.; Dungan, s. s:; B. Sneider, r. f.; Byers, ¢. f.5 Flemi ng,

i Manager—Casey. f

White wisi (Chicago, Ill.), 82; Sailors, 0

White Stars baseball team—-(Regular team).
—C. Snow, - p.; D. Snow, c.; Miller, 1st.b.;° Smith, ae id
éd b.; Andreson, s. 8.; Cobb, r. f.; Scott, C, f.; ; Stuber, 1 4

Casey.
White Stars (Chicago, Ill.), 15; ‘Indians, o>
Whito Stars baseball team— (Regular Team. ) Indians baseball: team

Keferstein, ©
Live _Manager— f

—Perry, p.\ Lyons, ¢.; O'Bryan, ist b.; Heldman, 2d b.; Blum, 3d b.;
Manager—Carey. 5

Milet, x. f.; Cope, c. f.; Lawrence, 1. fy
“White Stars (Chicago, TH. y, 195 Indians, 0." ;
White Stars baseball team—(Regular Team.) Indians: baseball team

Hinehy, s. s.

—Blum, -p.; ; “Lyons, os Bryan, ist b.; Héldman, 24 b.; Hinchy, 8d b.;
Manager—Carey? hap

Milet, s.‘s.; Perry, r. f.; Lawreénée, c. f. , ears Lat.
White Stars (Chicago, Hh )50 83 Pr atayettn, 0.
White Stars baseball team—-(Regular ream. } Lafayette. baseball
team—Daly, ots Bolton, C5 epee re ist’ bi; Gallagher, 2a Boy Hone se
Slattery, S..8.; McGuire, r. ; Carberry, ¢ Oy Ret I. ‘Powers, hf. ij
Manager—Carey,
White Stars (Chicago, See : Loo Loos, 0.

White Stars baseball team—(Regular Wentey Loo. tidoa baseball
team—Powers, Psj M. Caldwell, ori Angsten, 1st b.; Cotton,” iy Rei:
Frenne, 8d b.; Caldwell, s s.; Cullen, r. f.; Flanagan, Cot Palsy:
Leek Manager Carey y; nt

White Eo (Chicago, Tl), 12; Columbias, 0

White mat baseball, team—(Regular | Team,)- Coltimbias Sscanhots
team—O’Neill, p.; Baker, c.; Hglard, 18t b.; Jackson, 2d b.; Duffy ;
b.; Stoney s. 's.; Brandt, r. Sen Steele, Ci ti; dons, f. Mana ,

Carey. t ¥
‘White Stars (Chicago, “D), 26; Dieseltan Co, 4.
White Stars baseball team—Regula® Team.) Dieseltan Co. ‘aaa an
team—Browne, p.; Allan, c.; Wilson, 1st, b,; Booth, 2d b.3.7T i ata
Heyman, s. s.; A. Burke, ee Ww. ‘Burke, c. f.; Ca’ en, 1

White Stars (Chicago, Til. Yes 8: ‘Ktlmers, Op 73
White Stars baseball team—(Regular | Team.) Kilmer
team—Herman, p.; Jackowsky, c.; Gallagher, 1 kee ee
sort Siib; ® ‘Harfer (capt.), Ss. S.} ee Ti" Huey, Cc.
Manager—Carey.. or
“White Stars (Chicago, Ill.), 8; Kilmers, 0.

“White Stars baseball team-— (Regular. aay. Kilmers: baseball
—Herman, Jackowsky, ¢.; Gallagher, 1st b.; eet 24
Fayer, 34 aR “tater peer sy 8, 8.5 oleman, r rf; Se Sad:
Manager—Care .

_ White ‘Brace (Chicago, m.), L ‘Kilmers
“White Stars baseball si Gai r Team.) Kilmers baseball a
Lecimnationitia, Pi Jackowsky, c.; Gallagher, 1st b.; McKenna, 2d 1
Fayer, 3d b,; Hater (capt.), s, 6.5 ' i *ituey, fy ae
esate, Rie Fa

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White Stars baseball team——Paxson, p.; Shaffnér,c.; Carey (capt.), , tr,

Sailors ‘baseball team “a
    

  

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Holly (Omaha, Neb.), 11; All Stars, 2.
Helly baseball team—-(Regular Team.) All Star baseball team—J.

8d b.; Kelly, s.
ager—-M. J. Donevan.
Cliftons (Charlestown, Mass.), 9; St, Margaret Tee Oss

Lh
Clifton baseball team—(Regular Margaret T. >

.; Black, ¢.; Gressman, J. Meeks, Ist b.; Swed
; E. Spellman, s. s.; Meeks, r. f.; Cassidy, c f£

Manager—wWill Bell.
Holly (Omaha, Neb.), 26; Shamrecks, 2.

baseball team—Manning, p. ;
Hickey, 34 bs Barnstead, 8. s.;

Cliftens (Ouaslesewn: " Mass.), 18; St. John T. A.

c.; W. Depew, ist b.; Carrel,

 

s. 12 Holly baseball team—(Regular Team.)
St. a G T. hes: baseball

Shemrecks baseball team-—~
, 3 Cook, Ist b.; Hawes, 24 b.; Healy, 3d b.3

; Appleton, r. f.; Rayburn, c. f.; Cresby, 1. f. Man-

Clifton baseball team— (Regular team).
ci > ey. p.; F. Sullivan, c. 3 a
P. Buckley, s. s.

ager—wWill Bell.

Holly (Omaha, Neb.), 21; Avondale, 4.

wanager cM. Denovan.
Cliftons (Ckarleston, Mass.),

Holly baseball team—(Regular Team.)

Avondale baseball team—

C. Johnson, Goekring, p.; Summers, e.; ‘‘Pic,’’ 1st b.; R. Johnson, 24

Te
Clifton baseball team— (Regular team). ods. hs baseball b.; Critchfield, 8d b. ;

; D. O’Niel, 1st b.;

H. Campbell, s. 8.; Boyles, r. f.; Planteen, c £3

Manager—wWill Bell.
Holly (Omaha, Neb.), 18; Moise, 6.

team—P. Kelly, p.;
$ J; O’Cennor, ce. f.:
Manager—M. J. Donovan.

Young Crimson (Brooklyn, N.
Young Crimsen baseball team— (Regular team),

Holly baseball team—(Regular Team.)

Y.), 18; Syndicates, 4. sen, p.; Carlsen, c.; Day, 1st b.; Bartis, 2d b.;

Moise baseball team—Oarl-
Metcalfe, 8d b.; Bollen,

; Critchfield, c. f.; Herm, 1. f. Manager—-Will Bell.
Helly (Omaha, Neb.), 11; Shanty’s Leaguers, 0.

 

Syndicate baseball
Jee Schefferman, -

Schefferman, p.;
; M. Yacenda, s&. s.;

M. O'Reilly, 2d b.; Holly baseball team— (Regular Team.)

team—Newman, D.i

 

Young Grimson (Brooklyn, Ni

Shanty’s Leaguers baseball
Campbell, c.; Cook, 1st b.; Criss, 2d b.; Haley,

Shes Thomas, r. f.; O'Leary, c. f.; Harrigan, 1. f, Man-

Holly (Omaha, Neb.), 10; All Stars,
Holly baseball team—(Regular Team.) All oon ‘baseball team~—«
Williams, Grossman, p.; Black, c.; Grossman, Williams, Ist b.; Lind-
; Magee. oa. bd. Lideli, 5, s.; E. Spellman, r. £.3; Burdick,

Young Crimson baseball team——(Regular team). coer Ane Bell.
ball team—J. nite a

J. Smith, 8d b.; J.

Geo. McHugh, c.;
Ryan, 8. 8.; J.

20; Y., Bedfords, 8.
Y. Bedferd base-
i*y ee as D%

Young Crimson (Breoklyn, N.
Young Crimson bas wat team— (Regular team)\

ane ee, Bell.

Molly (Omaha, Neb.), 9; Dynamite Sluggers, 0,

ball team—J. Ryan

$s
2d ai M. ee $4 ee ei Wolf, s. a; Holly. baseball team—(Regular Team.)

 

Dynamite Sluggers baseball

team—Players not given. Game ane. an ee Bell.
Helly (Qmaka, Neb.), 8; Idlewi 0.

Y.), 40; Young Stars, &.

Young Crick (Brooklyn, N.
Yourg Stars base-

Young Crimson baseball cae ey team)
mre eo Smith, p.;
4 EM get re 3d b. ;

Holly baseball team-— (Regular Team.)
Steele, Bis eee C.

 

B. Blank, Pe s.5 Leo Plant, r. f.;

Talewita baseball team—
Nast, ist b.; Denehue, 2d b.; Murphy, 8d b.3

; Stokes, Ti t.; Thomas, c. £.; Heller, re Manager—

Holly (Omaha, Neb.), 9; Blue Label Cubs, 0.
Holly baseball ge May aed Team.) Blue Label Oubs baseball

.), 19; Young Carlisles,
Regular Team.)

 ehlatines (Breoklyn, N
msons baseball "teas
rae team-—RB.

Young Carlisles
; J. Robinson, Ist b.; J. ae

: P. Fales, s. a Tom Adams, r. f.; team—Players not given

ame forfeited. Manager—Will Bell.

Holly (Omaha, Neb.), 18; Veterans, 8.

Holly baseball team— (Regular Team.)

Young Geinikahe. (Brooklyn, N. Y.), 19; Jumior A. C., 3.
Haase Strong, P.;

Yourg Crimsons ete: ie yn og Team.)

Vetéran baseball team—An-
Watt, c.; Lidell, 1st b.; Censidine, a ag Crabb,

; Gross, s. 8.; Riess, r. f.; Clawsen, ¢. t.; “Biddy,” Manager
Hamilton F, ©. (Paterson, N. J.), 1; Home A. C., 0.

baseball team—J. pao .
Alexander, 2d b.; . Furrew, &. 8. : M. Fadden, r. “E:
Young yusung mniek yn, N. Y¥.), 19; White: F.

Young Crimsons baseball team—(Regular Team.) Blackburn, ist o.3

baseball team—B. Wersly, Hy3 one. Hart, 05+: ae
C. McFarland, 2d b.; C. Smith, 3d b.; Ww. Holla-

FR. Loughlin, Yr, £5... "Pweed; 0) £.57°35: Wit, 4% Home
basebali team—H. Harding, p.; F.. Pest, cc; T. Fannen, Ist b.;
J. Mont 2d b.; J. Hogan, 3d b.; EF. McCabe, s. s.; C: Oldin, r. £3

86% team—J. White, P.; S$. Plant, c.; J ; M. Robson, 2d

BH. Galagher, s. s.; P.

(Paterson, N. J.), 10; Atlantics, 0.
baseball team—F. Loughton,

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oH, FS

Hamilton F. C. G. Tweed, Cy aa

. Mitchell, 1. -: Manager—F. Loughlin.

Hamilton F. C. (Paterson, N. J.), 3; Home A. C., 0.

ao ae 20d; Hamilton F. C. baseball team— (Regular Team.)

Heme A. C. base-

ball team—H. Harding, p.; F. Post, c.; T. Fannon, 1ist\b.; J. Mofiit,
2d b.; J. Hogan, 3d b.; F. McCabe, s. 8.; C. Oldin, r. t.3 q. Tweed, o. £.§
Manager—F. Loughlin.

Hamilton F. 0. (Paterson, N. J.), 24; Greenwood A. O.,

Atlantics baseball team—J. Mo fit;
. Werdatory, 2d b.;
eee Taishi; s

tend Rogers, oe

W. McCory, ist
J. McLaughlin, a b.2 i :

. baseball team—(Regular Team.)

 

(Paterson, N. J.), 36; Westside A. C., 1.

Gematol A. CG.

baseball team—G. Stayer, p.; F.. Hammond, c.; C. Dirricks, 1st b.; B.

rei team—(Regular Team.) Westside. A. ©.
baseball team—Hogan and O'Dell, p.; W. Clarke, c.; B. Burnett, 1st b.;

or and Hogan, 2d b.;

H. Ernifield, 3d b.;

D. Ryerson, "oe. ts

M. Gray, 8d b. ; T, O’Dea, 8. 3.

ie Hazin, 8.8.3; J.’ Morrison riz:
Storms, a t Manager—F.. Loughlin.

Hamilton F. C. (Paterson, N. J.), 9; Greenwood A. C., 0.
baseball team—( Regular Team.) Greenwood A. GC. |
baseball team—G. Stayer, p.; F. Hammond, ¢.; C. Dirricks, 1st b.; B.

Manager—I. Loughlin,
; Westside A. C., 0.

Westside A. ©.
B. Burnett, ist b.;

aes f WwW. Fogarty,
Haintiton F. C. (Paterson, N. J. ay “42

Hamilton F. C, baseball team— (Regular Team.)
Hogan, p.; aA 01

Hamilton F. OC.

. Ernifield, 3d b.; H. Hazin, s. 8.; J.
wont Rear

Morrison, aes

D. Ryerson, 'e. fF. Storms, 1. f. Manager—F. Loughlin.
n FE. C. (Patersen, N. J.), 7; Erie ae

Q’Dea, 8. Ss. ; FF, Fogarty, mt
Nengecr—¥, Loughlin,
was Columbia, 0.
Columbia Seen

b.; or Paacs Be ms
are a
em: Bergen, e:* > J. Smith, c.;
baseball teat (Regular Team.)
team Holt Salk Fester, p.; J. Matest = ; B. Conant, 1st b.;
; McMaster, s. s.

Manager—F. "Leughlin.
16; Atlantics, @.
Une baseball
b.; J. Werdatory,
B. Fitzgerald, 8. 8.; F. Wenderson, r. f.;
Manager—F'. Leug hlin.

signe Neer 3d b
NG McCafferty, r Lf

baseball beeen Cnegiiat Team.)
D.: H. Ro 7 Cas
. McLaughlin, 3d b.;
to wee t,

Cc. baseball team— (Regular Team.)
coke Martin,
ag * b.} T. Dw

     

alae Team.) Erie es baseball

alters, 1st b.; J. Sreteniay
PO Firat; s. = ; G. Mahonéy,’ r. f.; T. Crosby,

Mana er—F. Loughlin.

©. (Paterson, N. J.), 16; Hemlocks, 0.

Hemlecks baseball

aes Daugherty, ¢ Ae McFarland, ist b.; A. Bren-

> BED: 5A. Hough, s. s.; B. Spud, r. f.; F. Agnew,

*"Manager—F. Leughlin.

C. (Paterson, N. J.), 4; Erie A. C.,

ae f. C. baseball team-—— (Regular Teama.) Erie A. 6. baseball

   

(Paterson, N. J.), 20; Coldrabia A. C.,
; besebalh team— (Regular Team.)

 

Gelumbia A; (SG,

J. Smith, c.; D. Walters, ist b.; J. McCanley,

vans, 8d b.; P. First, s. s.; G. Mahoney, r. f.; T. Crosby,

  

- baseball team——Foster and Holt, p.; J. Morgan, c.; D. Conant, ist b.;

    

Manager—F. Loughlin.

* Hetatiten F. C. (Paterson, N. J.), 14; Baird & Co., 0.

Holt and Foster, 2d b.; P. McMaster, s. s.; G.

 
 

J. McCafferty, 8d b.;
wy Hamilton F. C. baseball team—(Regular Team.)

 

Baird & Co. base-

ball team—TI. Hall, p.; ©. Planter, c.; > 8. Crawford, 1st b.; S. Pang

2d b.; F. Clarke, 3d b.; P. Foly, s. 8.3 J. Greenhalgh, r. f.; T. Miller,
; G. Murray, 1. f. eee Leughlin.

Hamilton F. C. (Paterson, N. J.), 21; Baird & Co.,

   

Holly (Omaha, Neb.), 6; Rivals, 2.

3 Holly baseball team—Baker, Ps Clair, c.; Campbell, 1st ee Bg en
24 b.; Watts, 34 b.; Foley, s. s.; Diamond, r. f.;
Fival baseball team-—Fitzpatrick, Pe; L

   
 
 

Hamilton F. C. baseball team— (Regular Team.)

 

Baird . ie: base-

Hall, p.; O. Planter, c.; 8. Paes 1st b.; = Kirkwood,
Clarke, 8d b.; P. Foly, s. s.; creenalen r. f wae Miller,
’ Hall, Murray, 1. f. Seana es ‘Leugklix.

Gleucester Juniors (Gloucester, N. J.), 17; Young Glorys, 6.
Gloucester Juniors ee Bi team—J. A.’ Barnes (capt.), p.; McHl-

 

Bosen, 2d b.; Sparks, 3d b.; nn s. 8.; Singer, r. te: tn laceanden, at f
Mana er Will Bel

olly (Omaha: Neb.), od Idlewild
- Holly baseball team—( er Na T
-Bteele, Riley, p.; Rogers, c.
$3 8a d.; ‘wil Ball 8. 8.; Stokes, r.

  
  
 

ta. baseball team—

   
 

tphomas,” ca heh cua. home, c.; Li. Lane, 1st b. ;

   

Rene 2d b.; FB. Addison, 8d b.; F. Butler,

. Hyland, r. fie Se McAleese, cfs le Thompson, 1 <
Young ae Se tae A team, ‘Baird, p.; J. MeCullom, c.; U, Dickson,

  

y (Omaha, Neb. ys
Holly baseball team—(Regular ean, )

  

Monitors baseball team—

   

L. eee 8d —e J. Lenny, s. sj F ane

eo =: Rod wie c. Me Smith, 1. f. ‘Captain—John A Barnes.
Gloucester Juniors (Gloucester, N. J. ree tee pene: 18, -
‘Gloucester Juniors baseball team— Regu ar Team. ) Qui Sy
~ team—J. eee ip. A; are ng, ¢ . ; L. Irvine (eapt ee
om

Game forfeited. Manager—Will Bell.
Holly (Omaha, Neb.), a3 White Sox,
‘Holly baseball team— (Re: 1

a: P53 ee x ie eee F eRe hyd ces
; Newsy, . te; Mosey, 1.

Players not given.

0.
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Kooler, a b.; Sha

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Gloucester Juniors (Gloucester, N. J.), 9; Mercer A, A., 0.

Gloucester Juniors baseball team—-(Regular Team.) Mercer A. A.
poe team-—-T, Moss (capt.), p.} F. McKeown, c.; ©. Sweeten, 1st b.;

» Walsh, 2d b.; B. Gorman, 8d b.; W. Burns, s, s.; H. O’Brien, r. f.}
©. Wiltsey, o. f,; J. Moss, l. f. Captain—John A. Barnes.
Gloucester Juniors (Gloucester, N. J.), 19; Mixtance A, A., 8.

Gloucester Juniors baseball team—-(Regular Team.) Mixtance A. A.
baseball team-——-A. Parcho, p.; F. McKeown, c.; L. Lafferty (capt.),
ist b.; W. Green, 2d b.; J. Riley, 3d b.; F. Green, s. s.; T. O’Donnell,
i z O’Brien, o. f.; C. Frazier, 1. f. Captain—John A. Barnes.

Summit A. © (Chicago, Ill.), 6; Westvelts, 0.

Summit A. O- baseball team—S. Platt, p.; T. Connors, c.; M. Cham-
bers, 1st b.; R, F. Weir, 2d b.; G. Fortescue, 8d b.; D. Madden, 5. s.;
0. R. Phelps, r. f.; BF, T, Seymour, c. f.; N. Peggott, 1. £. Westvelt A.
©, baseball team—Thompson, p.; Carrin, c.; Jordan, 1st b.; Mix, 2d b.;
Jewett, 8d b.; Jones, s. s.; Sewell, r. f.; Peterson, ec. f.; Thomas, l. f.
Manager-——Hd, Newton.

Summit A, ©. (Chieago, Ill.), 1; Red Wing A. C., 0.

Summit A. ©. baseball team-——-(Regular team). Red Wing A. C. base-
ball team—McClane, p.; Jenks, ¢,; Tillotson, 1st b.; Gregory, 2d b.;
Schenk, 8d b,; Rodden, s. s.; Potter, r. f.; Dess, c. f.; Darlington, 1. f.
Manager—Hd, .Newton.

Summit A. C. (Chicago, Ill.), 3; Invincibles, 0.

Summit A. C. baseball team—(Regular team). Invincible baseball
team—Marrin, p.; Higgins, c,; Murray, 1st b.; Lightbody, 2d b.; Ben-
ton,. 8d b.; Poole, s. g.; Holly, r. 2,3; Dawson, c. f.;. Cantor, }. f.
Manager—d, Newton.

Summit A. C. (Chicago, Ill.), 12; Pennant A, C., 0,

Summit A. ©, baseball team—-(Regular team). Pennant A. C, base-
ball team—-Dale, p.; James, e.; Farrell, Ist b.; Smith, 2d b.; Wilson,
&d b.; Corbett, s. s.; McClaren, r. f.; Dudley, ec. f.; Carrell, 1. f.
Manager-——Ed. Newton.

Summit A. C, (Chicago, Ill.), 2; Peerless A. C., 0.

Summit A, C. baseball team-—-(Regular team). Peerless A. C. base-
all team-——Lord, p,; Fields, ¢.; Reynolds, ist b.; Teasdale, 2d b.;

irrell, 8d b.; Stewart, s. s.; Pierce, r. f.; Murphy, c. f.; Sweney, 1. f.
Manager—Ed. Newton.

Summit A. C, (Chicago, Ill.), 8; B. A. R. A. C., 0.

Summit A. C, baseball team—-(Regular team), BE. A. .R. A. C. base-
ball team-—Church, p,; Egan, c.; Nutting, 1st b.; Chamberlain, 2d b.;
Duffield, 8d b.; Simmons, s. 5,; Ager, r. f.; Swan, c. f.; Johnson, 1. f.
Manager—Ed. Newton.

Summit A. C. (Chicago, Ill.), 5; Hillside A. C., 0.

Summit A, ©, baseball team-——(Regular team). Hillside A. C. base-
ball team--Roberts, p,; Smith, c.; MoGann, lst b.;. Edgars, 2d b.;
Simms, 8d b:;. Fountain, s. s.; Rafferty, r. f.; Evans, c. f.; Cantell, 1. f.
Manager-——Ed. Newton.

Summit A, ©. (Chicago, Ill.), 4; I. R.A. C., 0.

Summit A. C. baseball team—-(Regular team). I. R. A. C. baseball
team—Bridges, p.; Forrest, c.: Campbell, ist b.; Reilly, 2d b.; Bel-
more, $d b.; Thurston, s. s.; Finley, r. f.; Tapps, ec. f.; Bentley, 1. f.
Manager-—Ed. Newton.

bs Summit A. ©. (Chicago, Tll.), 9; Actuals, 0.

Summit -A. C. baseball team—(Regular team). Actual baseball
team—Schroeder, p.; Wolff, c.; Martins, Ist b.; Cummings, 2d b.;
Hiliott, $d b.; Franklin, s, 8:; Betts, r. f.;.Paul, ¢o..f,; Smith, 1. f.
Manager—Hd. Newton,

Summit A. ©. (Chicago, IN.), 18; W. W. A, C., 0.

Summit A, C. baseball team—-(Regular team). W. W. A. C. base-
ball team—Rockwell, p.; Kelly, c.; Olney, 1#t b.; Stirers, 24 b.; Oak-
ley, 8d b.; Dooley, s. s.; Kissam, r. f.; O’Brien, c, f.; Seeley, 1. f.
Manager—-Hd. Newton.

MeGrath, 14; Irvington, 2.

McGrath baseball team——McGrath, p.; Mulchaey, ¢,; Schmalz, Ist b.;
Kennedy, 2d b.; Rusch, 3d b.; Muller, s. s.; Jim Mulchaey, r, f.;
Fine, c. f.; Drews, 1. f. Irvington baseball team——Murray, p.; Meyer,
c,} Hanson, ist b.; Fischer, 2d b.; Lereari, 8d b,; Westphal, s, s.;
Klose, vr. f.; Brown, c. f.; Seitz, 1. f, Manager—O’Donell.

McGrath, 19;. Stevens, 11.

McGrath baseball team—-(Regular team). Stevens baseball team-—
Wilson, p.; Henderson, c,; Hendrix, 1st b.; Handle, 2d b.; Everard,
83d b.; Barclift, s. s.; Breslin, r. f.; Casey, c. f.; Carney, 1. f. Man-

ager—oO’Donell.
McGrath, 19; Orioles, 1.
McGrath baseball team——(Regular team). Orlola baseball team—
Haslem, p.; Grover, ¢.; Nelson, 1st b,; Dowd, 2d b.; Walsh, 3d b.;
amen $s. s.; Johnston, r.‘f.; Oelkers, c. f.; Scott, 1. f. Manager—

onell.
McGrath, 20; Fox, Jr., 10.

McGrath baseball team-—(Regular team). Fox, Jr., baseball team—
Kerans, p.; Shea, c.; O’Neill, 2d b,; Gantling, 3d b.; Kenney, s. s.;
Duffy, r. f.; Lutz, ¢. f.;:Cleveland, 1. f, Manager-——O’Donell.

McGrath, 31; St. Francis, 8.

McGrath baseball team—-(xtegular team). St. Francis baseball
team-—Capelli, p.; Regino, c.; Otterstead, 1st b.; Bnnis, 2d b.; Neubert,
8d. b.;. Canesst, s, s.; Joaubert, r. f.; Hanson, c. f.; Reck, 1. f, Man-

ager—Capelli.
MeGrath, 7; America, 5.
McGrath baseball team-——(Regular team). America baseball team—
Clark, p.; Finkle, o.; Watson, lst b.; Curtis, 2d b.; Mulligan, 3d b.;
Jordan, s. s.; Emerson, r. f.; Noonan, ec. f.; Bohse, 1. f, Manager—

O’Donell.
MeGrath, 80; Anchor, 7.

McGrath baseball team—-(Regular team), Anchor baseball team—
Barney, p.; Maresky, ¢.; Welsch, 1st b.; Carlson, 2d b,; Ford, 2d b.;
Woerner, s. s.; Devine, r. f.; Taylor, c. f.; Andrews, }l. f. Manager-——
Edw. Meyer. .

McGrath, 9; Lossburg, 0.

McGrath baseball team-—~(Regular team). Lossburg baseball team—

elley, p.; Kautf, c.; Wahler, ist b.; Hassett, 2d b,; Boyd, 3d b.;

iller, $. s.; Mullins, r, f.; Rutchmond, e./f.; Slater, 1. f. Manager—

O’Donell.
McGrath, 18; Gardens, 6.
McGrath baseball team-—(Regular team). Garden baseball team-—
Gerlach, p.; Hurl, ¢.j Geiger, lst b.; Cannon, 2d b.i Courtney, 3d b.;

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O’Donell,
McGrath, 9; Willows, 0.
McGrath baseball team—-(Regular team), Willow baseball team—
Brown. p.; Sweeney, c.; Ryan, lst b.; Mulchaey, 2d b.; Sheehan, 8d b.;
Gallagher, s. s.; Williams, r. f.; Moloney, c. f£.; Arthur, ]. f. Man-

ager—O’Donell.
McGrath, 21; Riversides, 20,
McGrath baseball team—(Regular team). Riverside baseball team—
Hayes, p.; Thompson, c.; Fix, lst b.; Woltmann, 2d b.; Carlson, 8d b.;
Neubert, s. s.; Hayes, r. f.; Billington, c. f.; Anson, lL. f. Maanger—

O’Donell.
McGrath, 29; Stevens, 15 (Second Game).

McGrath baseball team—-(Regular team). Stevens baseball team—
Thompson, p.; Cooke, e.; Lane, lst b,; Baxter, 2d b.; Meehan, 3d b.;
hen s.;. George, r. f.; Mullins, c, f.; Watson, l. f. Manager—

onell,

Manager—

Mcurath, 8; Englewood, ‘0.

McGrath baseball team— (Regular team). Englewood baseball team
—Maryino, p.; Farber, ¢.; Growney, Ist b.; Childs, 2d b.; Genardi,
8d b.; Redmond, s. s.; Kelley, r. £.; Martin, c, f.; Jacobs, 1. f.
Manager——-O’Donell.

McGrath, 16; Sons of Rest, 4 (First game). *

McGrath baseball team—-(Regular team). Sons of Rest baseball
team—Sloyan, p.; Hoffman, ¢.; Brandt, 1st b.; Hoake, 2d b.; Henry,
3d b.; Gaede, s. s.; Carroll, r. f.; Kane, c. f.; Smith, 1. f Manager—

O’Donell.
McGrath, 8; Sons of Rest, 7 (Second game).

McGrath baseball team—(Regular team). Sons of Rest baseball
team-——Sloyan, p.; Hoffman, ¢.; Brandt, lst b.; Hoake, 2d b.; Henry,
8d b,; Gaede, s.'s.; Carroll, r. f.; Kane, c. f.; Fucho, l. f. Manager—
O’Donell,

McGrath, 8; Starins, 2 (10 innings).

McGrath baseball team—(Regular team). Starins baseball team—
Hggers, p.; Pouch, c.; McCoy, 1st b.; Murphy, 2d b.; Donnelly, 8d b.;
Bahr, s. s.; Walters, c. f.; Bracken, 1. 2. Manager—O’Donell.

McGrath, 8; Nabobs, 14,

McGrath baseball team—(Regular team). Nabobs baseball team—
Bamen, p.; Fix, ¢.; Thompson, lst b.; Woltman, 2d b.; Carlson, 8d b.;
Neubert, s. s.; Hayes, r. f.; Billington, c. f.; Anson, 1. f, Manager—
O’Donell.

Y. Indians (Indianapolis, Ind.), 8; North Stars, 1.

Y. Indians baseball team—-Jake Slutzky, p.; Sam Obtover, c.; Harry
Cohen, 1st b.; Louis Barnett, 2d b.; Sam Marcus; 3d b.; Sam Goldstein,
s. 8.; Henry Barnett, c. f.; John Connors, 1. f. North Stars baseball
team—wWill McBride, p.; Tom Auseline, c.; Will Heiser, 1st b.; Louis
Jordon, 2d b.; Max Jordon, 3d b.; Will McDonnel, s. s.; Frank Mc-
Connol, r. f.; Jim Costello, c. f.; Will Costello, 1. f. Manager—J.

Slutzky.
Y. Indians (Indianapolis, Ind.), White Suits, 2,

Y. Indians baseball team—(Regular team). White Suits baseball
team—Orin Gold, p.; John Cramer, ¢.; John Gillman, 1st b.; Bart
Walls, 2d b.; Joe Dickson, 8d b.; Henry Welsch, s. s.; Allen Roman,,
r. f.; Rodger Feld, c. f.; Fred Druckle, 1. f. Manager—J, Slutzky.

Y. Indians (Indianapolis, Ind.), 5; Marrots, 4.

Y. Indians baseball team—-(Regular team). Marrots baseball team-—
Geo, Hahn, p.; Lester O’Brien, c.; Chas. Kuhns, 1st b.; Chas. Levin-
son, 2d b.; Frank Matter, 3d b.; Louis Polk, s. s.; Will Polk, r. £.;
John McCooley, c. f.; Geo. Coulter, 1. f. . Manager—J. Slutzky.

Y. Indians (Indianapolis, Ind.), 7; Marion, 6.

Y. Indians baseball team— (Regular team). Marion baseball team
~—Bert Coffin, p.; John Hickman, o.; Joe Davis, 1st b.; Lou Davis, 2d
b.; Joe Macker, 3d b.; Chas, Walter, s. s.; Jim Lanck, r. £,; Frank
Wasson, c. f.; Sam Blocker, |. f. Manager-—J. Slutzky.

Y, Indians (Indianapolis, Ind.), 8; Mason, 9,

Y. Indians baseball team—-(Regular team). Mason baseball team—
Jim Costello, p.; Will Costello, ¢.; Jack MeCreay, 1st ’b.; John Crawley,
2d b.; Jack MeReady, 3d b.; Joe Williams, s. s.; Joe Davison, r. £;
Jake Wolf, ce. f.; Joe Wilson, 1. f. Manager—J. Slutzky.

Stars (Sycamore, I11.), 22; Genoa, Srs., 18.

Stars baseball team—-Walter Tisdet, p.: Will Eddy, ¢.; Fred Reed,
ist b.; John Brown, 24 b.; Buck White, 3d b.; Floyd Williams, ‘s,s, ;
John Butzzow, r. f.; Harry Sell,‘c. f.; Fred Forward, 1. f. Genoa, Srs.,
basevall team——Fred Hewuet, p.; Peter Stark, c.; Gabel, Ist b.; Fred
Oscler, 24 b.; James Stone, 3d°b.; Will Morgan, s. s.; Frank Powers,
r. t.; Burt Croft, ¢: f.; BHarl Cummings, 1. f. Manager—Fred Reed.

Stars (Sycamore, Ill.), 11; Tufts, 0.

‘Stars baséball team—-(Regular team). Tufts baseball team—Muting
setrie, p.; John Nelson, c.; Sam Austin, 1st b.; Zel Misher, 2d b.; Will
Walmark, 3d b.; James Petrie, s. s.; Joe Johnson, r, f.; Clide Thomas,
1. f.. Manager—Fred Reed.

Stars (Sycamore, Ill.}, 8; Monarchs, 2.

Stars baseball team—-(Regular team). Monarchs baseball team—
Clyde Boyle, p.; George Dye, e.; Hank Johnson, ist b.; Joe Johnson,
2d b.; Rodney Wier, 3d b.; Lowel Smith, s. s.; Fred Frane, r.: f,;
Bernard Calahan, c. f.; Sherman White. 1. f, Manager—-Fred: Read.

Stars (Sycamore, I[ll.), 19; Elburns, 4.

Stars baseball team—(Regular team). Bilburns baseball team—
Sherman Butler, p.; John Barnhouser, c.; Henry Munger, 1st b.; Fred
Russle, 2d b.; Jack Weber, 3d b.; Louie Gertenrich, s. s.; Zack Murrie,
r. f.; Elmer Stanton, c. f.; Fred Hoffman, |. f Manager-——Fred Reed.

Stars (Sycamore, Ill.), 5; High School, 1.

Stars baseball team—-(Regular team). High School baseball team—
Hammond, p.; Love, c.; Libbart, 1st b.; Brenen, 2d b.; Wier, 3d b.;
Smith, s. s.; Shields, r. f.; Brown, ec. f.; Welty, ]. f. Manager— Fred

Reed.
Crescent A. C. (Chicopee, Mass.), 5; Highlers, 0.

Crescent A. ©. baseball team—-C. Fradema, p.; Gader, c.; Rosey, ist
b.; Darbat, 2d b.; Bilinski, 2d b.; Buliens, s. s.; B. Fradema, r. f.;
Levering, c. f.;. Benoit, 1. f, Highlers baseball team—-Murphy, p.;
Linderman, ¢.; Cooper, 1st b.; Cousins, 2d b.; Black, 8d b.; Pierce, s.
s.; O’Shea, r. f.; Ratky, c. f.; Martins, |]. f. Manager——-C, Levering.

Crescent A. C. (Chicopee, Mass.), 84; Infields, 9.

Orescent A. C, baseball team——(Regular team). Inflelds baseball

team—Healy, p.; Roswell, c.; Krofft, lst b.; Carson, 2d b.; Strong, 3d

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ager-——C. Levering.

Se Crescent A. ©. (Chicopee, Mass.), 12; Picks, 0.

Re Crescent A. C. baseball team—(Regular team). Picks baseball
3: team—Emery, p.; C. Oes, c.; Back, lst b.; Norman, 2d b.; Beach, 8d
, b.: Cony, s. s.; Wade, r. f.; Snow, c. f.; Doyle, 1. f. Manager-—C.

aa Levering.
‘ef Sere A. ©. (Chicopee, Mass.), 7; Wilds, 1.

Crescent A, baseball team— (Reg ular team). Wilds baseball team
—Pressel, p.}; anon ¢6.; Horton, ‘Ist b.; Holmes, 2d b.; Graham,
8d b.; Miller, s. s.; Coxey, mf. 5 McCarthy, ce. f.; Haily, 1. f. Manager

 

 

—C. Levering.
ei Crescent A. C. (Chicopee, Mass.), 2.; U. A. C., 5,
BES. Crescent A. C, baseball team—(Regular team). U. A. C. baseball
% team—Alex, p.; Bohn, c,; Dann, 1st b.; Brooks, 2d b.; Davis, 3d b.;
Bra Turner, 8s. s.; Bissell, r. f.; Casey, c. f.; Rowell, 1. f. Manager-—cC.
Fok Levering.
Pe Crescent A, GC, (Chicopee, Mass.), 18; Boys’ Club, 4.

Bot Crescent A. C. baseball team—(Regular team). Boys’ Club base-
Po ball team—Waisbroker, p.; Ponney, c.; Abbott, lst b.; Barker, 2d b.;
Stephens, 3d b.; Carney, 8. s.; Marsh, r. f.; Joseph, c. f.; Shea, l. f.
Manager—C. Levering.

Bums (Peoria, Tex.), 18; Bethel, 1.

Bums baseball team-—Dillard, p.; Gage, c.; ©. Routh, Ist b.; J.
Bragg, 2d-b.; W. Duin, 8d b.; T. Bragg, s. s.; Wirth, r. f.; Hamil-
ton, c. f.; E. Routh, 1. f. Bethel baseball team—Hewitt, p.; Johns, c.;
Brooks, 1st b.; Reed, 2d b.; Autry, 3d b.; Mayfield, s. s.; Moore, r.
f.; H. Moore, c. f.; Gullet, 1, f. Man ager—F. J. Page.

Bums (Peoria, Tex.), 11; Yates team, 4.

ore baseball team—(Regular team). Yates baseball team—Sam
Yates, Tom Guthrie, c.; Henry Yates, Ist b.; Willard Barber, 2d b.;
Me Arthur "yousk ST Luther Tarver, Ss. 8.; Dutch Yates, r. f.; Gilmore,
bg ce, f.; Jack Yates, 1. f. Manager—T. J. Page.
> Bums (Peoria, Tex.), 14; Woddbury we 3 Agee 4

Bums. baseball team— (Regular team). Woodbury 'A. ©. baseball
team—Browning, p.; Winter, c.; Armstrong, 1st b.; Godfrey, 2d b.;
kh. Moore, 3d b.; Walling, s.s.; R. Moore, r. £.; King, 6i::E% Mayfield,
Sk: Manager—T. J., Page.

Bums (Peorla, Tex.), 144 Sacs, 1.

Bums baseball team—-(Regular team). Sacs baseball team—Low, P.;
King, ¢.; Dunn, 1st b.; F. J. Page, 2d b.; D. Page, 3d b.} Ellis, s. 8.5
Reuth, r. f.; Atchison, ¢c. f.; Moore, 1, f. Manager-—T. J. Page.

Bums (Peorta, Tex.),; 22; Yates A. C.; 20.

Bums baseball team——(Regular team). Yates A. C. baseball team—
Tarver, p.; Barber, c.; T. Yates, 1st b.; 8. Yates, 2d b.; Jones, 3d b.¢
Ward, s. s,; J. Yates; r.f.;. Dutch Yates, 1. £.; P. Arnold, 1. f. .Man-
ager—I’. J. Page.

Bums (Peoria, Tex.), 8; Sacs, 8.

Bums | baseball ee Aeree Oe team). Sacs baseball team—-J. Low,
; Winter, c.; B. Dunn, ist ‘Db. D. Page, 2d b.; C. Blocker, 3d b.; Bilis,
e ’s. ; Hamilton,. r. f.; Re pag, c.f) Ring 1. ft, Manager—F. ¥. Page.

Bums (Peoria, Tex.), 14; Jessie A. C., 7.
_ Bums baseball téam—(Regular team). Jessie A. G. baseball team—~
; San p.; Williams, C.; Landrith, ist b.; B. Williams, 2d b.; Blaing
' 8d b.; McClure, s. s.; Woods, r. f£.; Duncan, tS Torp, 1. tf. Man-

ager—F.. J. Page.

' Bums (Peoria, Tex.), 19; Union Bluff A. C., 4.

Bums baseball team— (Regular team). Union Bluff A. C. baseball
team—Garrett, p.; James, ¢.; cee ist b.; W. Barnett, 2d b.;
pene 8d b.; Pierce, r. f.; Hening, c. f.; Williams, 1. f. Manager—
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Bums (Peoria, Tex.), 9; Yates Team, 0.
Bums baseball. team—(Regular team). Yates baseball team—
S. Yates, p.; naree Gir Ons yp ist b.; Ward, 2d b.; Jones, 3d b.;
Tarver, 3. 8.; J. Yates, r. f£.; D. Yates, c. f.; Arnold, 1. f. Manager—
MPs J. Page.
Battle Sts. (Brockton, Mass.), 23; Perseverance Club, 9.
sti Sts. pescealt team—J. Riley, p.; P. lead c.; J. Woley,
= Vist bis C. Kel ley, 20: bys dG; - Guhl, Tp Kelley, 8it Ax Bigat,“y, -€. *
ye: Kieth, "Ochs ¢ G. Heal, 1. f. Perseveraice baseball ‘team—T. Moore,
p.; W. Annis, ¢. i, Kane, 1st b.; ts Israel, 2d b.; W. Higgins, 3d b.;
_ By Beals, s. s.; A. Israel, x, Cee. Brososcki, ¢. t.; W. Frame, 1. f.
Manager—F.. Burke.
Battle Sts. (Brockton, Mass.), 14; Emersons, 12 (14, innings).
Battle Sts, pesehall te m-——(Regular team). Emerson baseball team
—Hogan, p.;  Parrell, Ist b.; B. Freel, 2d b.; Moore, 3d b.;
Annis, s. 8.3 a” Israel, Shi Mersian: c. f.; Murray, 1. f. Manager—

F. Burke.
Battle Sts. (Brockton, Mass.), 15; Pioneers, 0.

s | Battle Sts. baseball team—(Regular team). Pioneer baseball team—
John Riley, p.; Picchette, c.; W. Fencer, ist b.; H. Fencer, 2d b.;
“Swede” Riley, 3d b.; Kenned iy s, 8.; Saxton, r. f.; Sherman, c. f.;
- Tevlin, 1. f. Manager—F. Bu
% Battle Sts, (biotite “ined.), 17; Rusty Nine, 1.

Battle Sts. baseball Leste a Oe NOE team). Rusty Nine baseball
eam—wW. Martin, p.; J. Martin, c.; A, Fisher, lst b.; R. Wass, 2d b.;
 #H. Carew, 3d b.; 0. Perry, s. s\; 0, Nickerson, r. f.: S. Nickerson, ¢.
x t.; ‘M. Perry, 1. f. Mahager—F. Burke.
- Battle Sts. (Brockton, Mass.), 2; Bellviews, 1.
- Battle Sts, baseball team—(Regular team). Bellview baseball team—
F. Kane, p.; H. Huggons, c.; W. Higgins, Lett, sd ener: 2d b.;
Sy Harrison, 3d b,; D. Kinsella, s. ¥ ; B. Frame, r. f.; T, Regan, c. f.;

8. Peterson, 1. f. Manager—F. Bur

Battle Sts. (Brockton, iawn 5, 6; Holbrook High, 1.
. Battle Sts. baseball team—(Regular team). Holbrook High base-
ball wait, Daley, p.; F. Mc augblin, ¢.;.J. Gordon, ist b.; B.
ee OED. 3: Se Monies, e b.; S. Kelliher, s. s.; BH. Cote, r. £.; J.

k, c. f.5 Ae aa lings, 1. f. Manager—F. Burke. .

Battle Sts, (Brockton, Mass.), 20; Scrubs, 0.

‘Battle Sts. eee oneeCemale® team). ve baseball team—

uckley, p.; B, Foley, c.; Ga 1st Sakae . Heal, 2d b
Idie, 3d a yi ae fison, s. iit 9. oe Le rf; T, ‘Murray, c ret .

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a Me ga (a) er. Walbrook ‘Juniors, 0.
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c.; Buck Hughes, 1st b.; Dick Copper, 2d b.; ©. Joynes, 8d b.}3
Petrik, s. s.; H. Hofmeister, r. f.; J. Smith, c. f.; J. May, 1. f. Wal:
brook Juniors baseball team—Pippen, p.; S. Moser, c.; Harris, Ist b.;
H. Moser, 2d b.; Holliday, 8d b.; King, s. s.; Dryden, r. f.; Arnold,
ce. f.; Hand, l. f. Manager—H. Hofmeister.

Montford A. ©. (Baltimore, Md.), 36; Back Bay A. C.

Montford A. C. baseball team-—(Regular team). Back her AO.
baseball team—Mabhr, Donges, Lee, p.; Nalber, c.; Bdelman, ist b.;
Lee, Mahr, 2d b.; Donges, Lee, 3d b.; Coster, s. s.; Richardson, Ri tis3
Mareil, C.i43 Sutty, h.- % Manager—H. Hofmeister.

Montford A. C. (Baltimore, Md.), 7; Back Bay A. C.,

Montford A. C. baseball team—(Regular team). Back bay a‘. Ci
baseball team——Hill, p.; Nalber, c.; Edelman, ist b.; Donges, 2a b.;
Lee, 3d b.; Richardson, s. 8.; Mareil, r. f.; Mahr, ¢. £..; Beotty,'1.: f.
Manager—H. Hofmeister.

Montford A. U. (Saitimore, Md.), 3; Orangeville A, A., 0.

Montford A. C. baseball team——(Regular Team.) Orangeville A. A.
baseball team—Darby, p.; Sinclair, s. s.; Gilbert, r. f.; Plyne, ¢. f.;
Daush, 1. f. Manager—H. Hofmeister.

Montford A. C. (Baltimore, Md.), 10; Peabody Heights Y. M. C. A., 0,

Montford A. C. baseball team-— (Regular Team.). Peabody Heights
Y. M. GC. A, baseball team—Richard Arndt, p.; Martin Dixon, c.;
Howard Coran, s. s.; Milton Horan, c. f.; William Atwell, 1. f.
Manager——-H. Hofmeister.

Montford A. C. (Baltimoré, Md.), 4; Roisterstown Hagles, 0.

Montford A. C. baseball team—-(Regular Team.) Roisterstown
Eagles baseball team——Refused to give line-up. Manager—Hofmeister.

Montfoerd A. C. (Baltimore, Md.), 11; St. Joseph’s Y. M. C.

Montford A. ©. baseball team—-(Regular Team.) St. Joseph’s YY, M.
C. A. baseball team—Howard Livingstone, manager. Refused tO give
line-up. Manager—-H. Hofmeister.

Montford A. C: (Baltimore, Md.), 5; Locust Point A. A., 2.

Montford A. C, baseball team—(Regular Team.) Locust Point A, A.
baseball team——Myers, p.; Block, c.; Mack, 1st b.; High, 2d b.; Bow-
ers, 3d b.; L. Welsh, s. s.; H. Welsh, r. f.; O’Brien, c. f£.; Berwick,
1. f. Manager—H. Hofmeister.

Montford A. ©. (Baltimore, Md.), 45; Walbrook Juniors, 0.

Montford A. C. baseball team—(Regular Team.) Walbrook Juniors
baseball team—Pippen, L. Moses, B. Watts, p.; L. Moses, Pippen, c.;
H. Moses, ist b.;, Holliday, 2d b.; King, 8d b.; H. Dryden, s. 8.; D.
Dryden, r. f.; Hand, c. f.; Pippen B. Watts, 1. f. H. Hofmeister.

Montford A.C. (Baltimore, Md.), 9; Paterson A. A., 0. j

Montford A. C. baseball team——(Regular Team.) Paterson A. A.
baseball team—C. Raymond, p.; F. Allison, c.; E. Dixon, 1st b.; A.
Smith, 2d b.; E. Kirwan, 3d b.; H. Hunt, s. s.; G. Behm, rF. t.! H.
Roth, ec. f.; Malley, 1. f. Manager—H. Hofmeister.

Willows (Syracuse, N. Y.), 4; Choice Picks, 0.

Willows baseball team—Davis, wo McLaughlin, c.; Toumey; ist b.;
Casey, 2d b.; Madden, 3d b.; Maroney, s. s.; Jordan, r. f.; Rielly, c. f.;
Fahey, 1. f. Choice Picks baseball team—Dugan, p.; Lawler, o.}
Davis, 1st b.; Malangder, 2d .b; Hardman, 3d b.; Everette, 8. s.j
Morse, r. f.; Hazell, c. f.; Marsh, 1. = Manager—wW. Jordan.

Willows (Syracuse, N. Y.), 2: 6, te Be BiB. Sa Os

Willows baseball team— (Regular Team.) 8. L. 8. baseball team—
McDuffy, p.; Clarence, c.; HBrne, ist b.; Madden, 2d b.; Willy, 3d b.3
Lowey, Ir. f. Manager—wW. Jordan.

Willows (Syracuse, N. Y.), 7; R. F. B. B. G,, 0. t

Willows baseball team---(Regular Team.) R. F. baseball team— roa
Earl, p.; Logan, c.; Gettan, dst b.; Morse, 2d b.; Sheehan, 3d b.}j :
Hancock, s. s.; Roberts, r. f.; Mongol, ¢. f.; Hazell, Ls Manager—

W. Jordan.
Willows (Syracuse, N. Y.), 17; Scrubs, 0.

Willows baseball team—-(Regular Team.) Scrubs baseball team—

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Willows. (Syracuse, N. Y.), 12; ‘Ka. ahs ie

Willows baseball team—(Regular 1 eam.) » ig 6. A. saciid: team
—Erny, p.; Johns, c.; Coughlin, 1st Walker, 2d b.; Roberts, 3d b.;
MSR, Ss. 5.3; James, r. £.; Wade, c. ee Merrill, 1. ‘4 anager—W.
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Willows (Syracuse, N. Y.), 15; Y. B. C, A, 0.

Willows baseball team— (Regular Team.) Y. B. C. A. baseball team
—Erny, p.; Johns, c.; Coughlin, Ist b.; Walker, 2d b.; Roberts, 3d b.;
Malone, s, s.; James, r.“f.; Wade, c, t.; Merrill, i £ Manager—W. Le
Jordan. vs

Willows (Syracuse, N. Y.), 3; Whappers, 0. wan

Willows baseball team—(Regular Team.) Whappers baseball es
—Sutton, p.; Parl, c.; Marsh, ist b.; Satechell, 2d b.; Harvin, 3d b.;
Marrono, s. s.; Bacon, r. f.; Melvin, c. f.; Everette, 1. f. -Manager—

W. Jordan.
Willows (Syracuse, N. Y.), 14; P. A. C., 0.

Willows baseball team—(Regular’ Team.) P. A. C: baseball team—
Earl, p.; Logan, c.; Geetan, ist b.; Morse, 2d b.; Sheehan, 3d b.;
Hancock, s, 8.5 Roberts; rv. f); Mongo, c. f;; Hazell, 1: £ Manager—wW.

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Willows (Syracuse, N. Y.), 18; Sycamores, 9.

Willows baseball team—(Regular Team. )’ Sycamores baseball team
—Sutton, p.; Harl, ¢.; Marsh, Ist b.; Satchell, 2d b.; Harvin, 84 b.;
SANs s. &; Bacon, r. f.; Melvin, c. f.; Everette, 1. f Manager—W.

ordan

Hanover) Juniors (Hanover, Pa.), 24; EB. E. 8., $540 NE

Hanover Juniors baseball team—Rusher, p. ; ‘Seitz, ¢ c. Houck, eRe rss
Zouck, 24 ve ss 38d b.; Hartman, s. s.; ‘Hare, ~ f.; 5 DOS hE Sas
Hershey, 1 ¢ E. §. baseball team—Graves, p.; Spangler, c.; Cre-
mer, 1st b.; vaitmer, 2d b,; Wagner, 34 b.; Beard,'s. s.; Rouzer, r a RS
Baughman, ‘eo fh Anthony, ash Manager—C. H. Hartman. %:

Hanover Juntors (Hanover, Pa.), 11; Hanover Stars, 10. Paw

Hanover Juniors baseball team—(Regular Team.) Hanover Stars
baseball team—Bankert, a Zinn, c.; Miller, 1st b.; E. a heenenes rt ee
b.; Trone, 3d b.; McWilliams, s, 8, ; "g. BH. Flickinger, r. ft; : Sprenk :

c. "f.5 Gerber, 1. f. Manager—C. H. Hartman.
Hanover Juniors (Hanover, Pa.), 21; E. EB. S., 4

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MUSCLES OF THE ABDOMEN.

These great muscles are arranged in three layers in pairs.
Besides completing and holding in the abdominal walls, they
perform many functions in every-day life. The athlete who
possesses well-developed back and abdominal muscles is sure
to have a tremendous. power at his disposal, for by these
muscles he can make his body as rigid as a rod of iron.
Have you ever seen a wrestler make a “ bridge’’ and hold
his opponent on his chest, or abdomen? If you have you
will realize in part the great power of these abdominal
muscles. The best way to develop them is, as follows:

I. Lie at full length on the floor, hands at sides. Now
raise your legs till they are perpendicular to the floor, lower
again and repeat 20 times, increasing the number by 5 each
week. ;

Il. Lie at full length on floor with feet under some heavy
article of furniture, such as a large chair. Now raise the
body to a sitting posture, return’ to first position and re-

peat 5 times, increasing the number by 2 each week.

Il. Stand at attention. Now bend the body forward
until the finger tips of the extended arms touch the floor.
Return to first position and repeat 20 times, increasing the
number by 5 each week.

IV. Stand at attention with hands clasped in front of
abdomen. Now step forward with the right foot, at the
same time bending the body backward and swinging the
clasped hands up and over the head as far back as possible.
Return to first position and repeat movement by stepping
out with left foot. Thus alternating the left and right foot,
repeat the exercise 15 times, increasing it by 3 each week.

Next week

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Prof. Fourmen: I am a boy fourteen years old. I am 4. feet 6
‘inches high, and I am very short-winded, and ask you to give me some
advice by which I may improve. WILLIAM, MURRAY,

Practice running the middle distances, increasing your speed from
time to time, as you find your wind improving.

Prof. Fourmen: I have been a constant reader of Tip Top, and am
Please tell me what you think of
my measurements: Age, fourteen years three months; weight, 122
_ pounds; chest, normal, 32 inches; chest, expanded, 33% inches; neck
ce 13 inches; biceps, 11 imches; wrists, 7 inches. What is the
est thing to do to get good wind? KL, Be

} Your measurements are fair,

Practice running to develop your wind, also use punching bag.
Prof. Fourmen: I am 15 years of age, and am 5 feet 2% inches
tall. My weight is 116 pounds; chest, normal, 31 inches; chest, ex-

_ panded, 83 inches; biceps, normal, 914/inches; neck, 13144 inches’; fore-..

arms, 9 inches; caives, 12 inches; waist, 27 inches. I can jump

‘ : 3 7 feet 5%4 inches on a standing broad jump, and 12 feet 4 inches on

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a running broad jump; vault, 6 feet 1 inch. Can you give me a
remedy for the muscles bunching in my ealves. I am very strong and
can beat any of the boys in my vicinity at jumping, running, vaulting,
shot-putting, etc. I have beem at physical exercise for the last six
months, and last May I was 4 feet 814 imches tall and weighed 87
pounds. Is that good improvement? Is exercise before going to bed
and on rising good for the body? Will a slow jog of about one-quarter
of a mile a day hurt one with a weak heart? My great fault, I think,
is in eating, but I am endeavoring to fellow your training table in
Tip Top, which I think is very good. Shouldn’t one have long, @abby
muscles when they are relaxed? Thanking you in advance for an
answer. P Sige Ghia’.

$ Your measurements are good.

- The records you have made give great promise.

Rub down your muscles before and after exercise with alcoho] ©

or Pond’s Extract. Knead the muscles well.

4. Your improvement is ene of the most encouraging reports I
have yet received from Tip Top athletes. :

5. Exercise before breakfast, also before retiring.

6. A slow jog will not hurt you.
. LR Strong muscles are soft and pliable when relaxed rather than
abby.

Prof. Fourmen: Being a constant reader, I take the liberty to ask
a few questions: 1. How are my height and weight for a boy just
past' his sixteenth birthday? Height, 5 feet 4 inches; weight, 125

pounds. 2. Is the Whitely Exerciser a good arm-developer? How long ~

every nigkt and morning should I exercise with one? Before or after
breakfast, should they be used? Hoping a lasting life for Tip Top,
and hoping to see this in print in the next issue of Tip Top, I remain,
: A Tie Top ADMIRER.
1. You should weigh 130 pounds.

¥. This exerciser is one of the best.

- Use it 30 minutes, night and morning.
4. Exercise before breakfast.

Prof. Fourmen: As I am a reader of the Tip Top, I take the lib-
erty to ask you a question: How should I train to be a good runner?
I would like to see the answer to this question in the next issue of the
Tip Top. j L: Hy

The best way to train fer running is to practice starting, sprinting
and middle distances. Always run well up on your tees, head back and
chest out.: Also learn to breathe through your nose.

.. Prof. Fourmen: Having read all the Tip Tops from No. 1 to Ne. 326,
‘I thought I might be entitled to ask a few questions. 1. How are these
measurements? I am 0 feet 5 inches high, weigh 119 ee Tama
good swimmer, and play first base on a ball team. 2. What size dumb-
beils should I use? I am a little~weak in my left arm, and am tryin
to strengthen it. Hoping to see this in Tip Top, I remain, with go
wishes to Dick and all, Yours sinverely, R. Gi -G.
Your measurements are only fair.
2. Use one-pound bells, giving special attention to your left arm.

Prof. Fourmen: I am fifteen) years old, stand 5 feet 714 inches
high in my stockings, and weigh 125 pounds. I have a chest expansion
of 5 inches (normal 33, contracted 30, and expanded 35), and my

biceps measure, left 1144, right 13, but my legs are not developed

at all, the calves of both measuring only 13 inches. Would be obliged

if you would tell me what you think ef my measurements, and kow to ‘

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develop my legs, if possible, without ‘apparatus. W. H. Foae. —
Your measurements are good. Try running and bicycle riding.
Prof. Fourmen: Having been a reader of the: Tip Top Weekly for
quite a while, and especially interested in your Physical Culture De-

partment, I take this opportunity to get some of your good advice. I am ©

i4 years old, 5 feet 3 inches high, and weigh 123 pounds. Here fir
my other measurements: Chest, contracted, 2744 inches; normal, 3614
inches; expanded, 34 inches; biceps, 14 inches; waist, 28 inches; calf,

15% inches; neck, 1344 inches; hip, 33 inches; thigh, 19 inches;

forearm, 13% inches. Are these good and are they in comparison
With each other? I can jump 8 feet 5 inches standing’; how is that?
I am also very active, as I can turn a somersatit without touching

, anything, walk on my hands, and run extra fast for my size... I have

never taken any indoor exercise, but have always had plenty of it

out of doors. I have always ridden horses, hunted and cut wood, and

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winded and haye strong, healthy lungs. JI have just received to-day
from A. G. Spalding a: punch bag, ‘‘Whitley’” exerciser, dumbbells,
and two or three other things, and I expect to start a course of train-
ing indoors as soon as ‘I hear from you. I live up in north-middle
Georgia, where I can get all the fruit, vegetables and outdoor exer-
cise that any one would want. Will you please tell me where I can
get a book of diet, training and baseball pitching or either the num-
bers of the Tip Tops with the same in them, I am going to try and
become a first-class athlete, as everybody says that I am well-de-
veloped for my age, and that I ought to make the best of it while I
am young and have the time. Please excuse me for writing so much,
but it seemed that I could not express myself in less space. Hoping
to hear from you in the next number and with hope of good luck to
Tip Top and its heroes. Yours gratefully, L. W. RoBEeRT, JR.

1. Your measurements are fair.

2. Your athletic accomplishments are of a high order.

8. With your opportunities and surroundings a conscientious course
of training should make you'a sterling athlete. Begin work at once.
Follow my directions given in Tip Top No. 265,

4, You will find these very subjects discussed in Tip Top Nos. 266,
267, 268 and 269. Don't fail to read. them. You certainly give
promise of great things. Let me hear from you.

Prof. Fourmen: Please advise me on what exercise is good to take
to develop my muscles, especially my arms and chest. OTTO.
Dumbbells and chest weights.

Prof. Fourmen: Being a reader of Tip Top Weekly, I thought I
would ask you_a few questions. My measurements are as follows:
Height, 5 feet 8 inches; weight, 147 pounds; neck, 15 inches; biceps,
10%4 inches; forearm, 10% inches; chest, normal, 2714 inches; chest,
expanded, 2914 inches; waist, 21 inches; thigh, 21 inches; calf, 15
inches; age, sixteen years, Are my measurements good? Hoping to
see the answer in Tip Top Weekly, I ain, THEO. ScCHWARTZANTRUB,

Your measurements are fair.

Prof. Fourmen: ,As I am a constant reader of Tip Top, I take the
liberty of asking you a few questions. How are my measurements?
Ago, 16; height, 5 feet 944 inches; weight, 145 pounds; neck, 14
inches; chest, normal, 34 inches; inflated, 38 inches; right arm, 12
inches; forearm, 11%4 inches; left arm, 11% ‘inches; forearm, 11%
inches; thigh, 20% inches; leg, 15 inches. How can I strengthen
the muscles of the back? Thanking you in advance.

J. FLAH®RTY.

Your measurements are fine. As to how you may strengthen the
back muscles, I refer you to my article on that very subject soon to
appear in Tip Top. It will answer your question more at length than
I hays space for here, So be on the lookout for it.

About a year ago to-day I read Frank Merriwell’s
Hand Book; then I didn’t have a muscle to my name. Now my
moasurements are: Age, 14; height, 5 feet 8% inches; weight, 120
pounds; chest, normal, 81 inches; expanded, 33 inches; forearm, 9%
inches; wrist, 644 inches; calf, 12 inches; hips, 19 inches; neck, 13
inches. I can easily see the difference in my muscles between now
and a year ago. I also enjoy good health. ©

; ; MBRRIWELL WoOUDLD-BE.

Gocd for you! This improvement is splendid. Keep on training.

Prof. Fourmen:

Prof. Fourmen: Having been a constant reader of Tip Top for some
time, I take the liberty to ask a little advice. I am 17 years and 8
months old, and am only 5 feet 2 inches tall, and weigh about 115
_ pounds. I would"be very much pleased if you would send a list of
exercises for development. Also, will you kindly state exercises that
would help me to grow a few more inches taller. Hoping to hear
- from you as soon as possible. Grorck WILSON.
For these points I refer you to my articles which have appeared
- {n Tip Top, and which you will find listed in the back of each number.
- They are just what you need.

- Prof, Fourmen: I am 18 years old and weigh 66 pounds. My
height is 4 feet 3 inches, and my chest measurement is 2514 inches.
How tall should I be and how much should I weigh. I am a pitcher
in our team, and would like’ to throw some fancy balls. |

é 45 . EarL A. ‘TAYLOR.
_ You should be 4 feet 6 inches tall. As for pitching, read my articles
on the subject in Tip Tops Nos. 266 and 268.

Prof, Fourmen: Will you please tell me how my records stand with
- other boys of my age? I am 14 years old, 5 feet 4 inches high, and
weigh 110 pounds. My standing broad jump is 8 feet 6 inches; my
running broad jump is 14 feet 3 inches; high jump is 49 inches, and I
can run 50 yards in 7 seconds. 3 » EpWARD RITCHELL.

- Your records and measurements compare very favorably with those
of boys of your age.

_ Prof. Fourmen: I am 12 years old, weigh 80 pounds; am 4’ feet 10
inches high; from shoulder to shoulder, 1344 inches; breast, unin-
flated, 27 inches; inflated, 28144 inches; muscle in upper arm, 9 inches;
Can run a mile in 10 minutes; standing jump, 5% feet; outstretched
arms, 56%4 inches; one arm, 23 inches; wrist, 6 inches; right and left
rearm, 9 inches; waist, 2514 inches; right calf, 16 inches; left calf,
‘inches. Running jump, 7 feet 8 inches; running hop, step
~ and jump, 23 feet 7 inches. Please answer in next Tip Top what you
vthink of these. : W. A. §.
- Your moasurements are decidedly good, and your records are cer-
ainly up to the average for your age.

- Prof. Fourmen: I have taken an exceptionally great interest in
geen. Top aPC I began to read it, a few weeks ago, and have nothing
ut praise and success for it and all in connection with it. Please
‘me your idea on the following items: 1. I am 5 feet 7 inches;
weight, 125 pounds. 2, Would bh mie have an exereise to develop
the legs and small of the back. 8, Like to khow how to increase my
é & ; ry , Wey ‘ EG aT kT ites '

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weight. I have very good shoulder muscles and arm muscles, but my
legs are very small; do you think I could build myself | propor-
tionately in a year, exercising one-half hour, morning and night? Do
you think I could have my picture (the picture of my arm and shoul-
der muscles, which I think are exceptionally good, from exercise on
the bag) put in Tip Top? I remain yours in the success of Tip Top,
Roy B. Fvarrr,

1. Your proportions are about right.

2. Be on the lookout for my articles on the-muscles of the back
and legs soon to appear in Tip Top. This will give you the informa-
tion you desire,

. You could improve yourself greatly by such a course.

4. Follow my course of general training; also read my articles as
listed in the last page of Tip Top Weekly. They cover the subject
thoroughly.

5. Send along your picture. We will be glad to receive it.
Prof. Fourmen: I am thirteen years of age; weigh 70 pounds,
How much should I weigh? I am 6 feet in height. How tall should I
be? What exercise should I take to get the proper weight? What
exercise should I take to develop my ehest and muscles of my arm?
Hoping to see this in Tip Top soon,:I remain

A FRIEND or DICK’s.

1. You should weigh 80 pounds.

2. Your height is about right.

3. Follow my course of general training for young athletes.

4. Read my article on the great muscles of the chest in Tip Top
No. 838; also, my article in No. 334.

Prof Fourmen: I am interested yery much in the Tip Top Weekly,
especially in the Physical Culture Department. Would you kindly
answer the following questions, for which I would be very much
obliged: My height is 5 feet 3 inches; weight, 99 pounds; chest, nor-
mal, 26 inches; chest, inflated, 29 inches. The muscle of my right
arm is 2 inches. 1. How are my m@asurements? 2. Is my weight
about right according*to my height and age? I take a cold bath, fol-
lowed by a brisk rub-down. I exercise with two-pound dumbbells ten
minutes in the morning and eyening. Hoping I am not troubling you,
I remain, 7 ALBERT WADE.

bi should weigh 105 pounds; otherwise your measurements are
good.

2. Use one-pound bells, instead of those you now use,

Prof. Fourmen: Being a reader of Tip Top, I thought I would ask
you a few questions. 1. Please tell me a way to improve my wind,
as I am rather short-winded. 2, Please state a good exercise for
chest. I am 14 years old; weight, 119 pounds; height, 5 feet 514
inches; running broad jump, 10 feet 10 inches; high jump, 38 feet 4
inches; 100-yard dash, 13 8-5 seconds; 12-pound shot put, 23 feet 7
inches. As this is my first letter, I hope to see an answer in next
week’s number. JOHN GARTLAND.

1. To improve your “wind” practice the middle-distance runs,

2. Use chest weights, dumbbells and Indian clubs. You will find
some very valuable instructions in my article entitled ‘‘The Great
Chest Muscles,” which appears in Tip Top No. 333. /

Prof. Fourmen: I am a constant reader of Tip Top Weekly. I
would like your advice on the following question: How shall I train
to become a good boxer? I am 16 years 7 months old, weigh 140
pounds, and am 8 feet 6 inches tall. By answering this question you
will greatly oblige

Read my. articles on Boxing and Bag Punching, in Tip
275, 276, 281 and 282.
desire.

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