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If you have not read them, look over this catalogue and you will read a list of stories
unexcelled in any part of this world to-day.
Don’t fail to read these stories if you have not already.

286—-Dick Merriwell in the Hands of the Five Fiends; or
287—-Dick
288— -Dick
289-—Dick
290-—Dick
291-—Dick
292—Dick

Merriwell on the Gridiron
Merriwell’s Nerve; or,
Merriwell’s Determination; or, In the Game to Do or Die.
Merriwell Up In and Out of Hard Luck.
Merriwell’s Strategy; or, A Way to Treat Spies.
Merriwell’s Long Run; or, Saving the Day for Fardale.

Against It; or,

293—Dick
294— Dick
295—Dick
296—Dick
297—Dick
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

314—Dick
315—Dick
316—Dick
317—Dick
318—Dick
319—Dick

or, Elsie and Inza in the Hands of Kidnapers.
Merriwell’s Strange Battle; or Fighting a Bucking Automobile.

Merriwell at Dead Road Mill;
Merriwell’s Wonderful Throw; or,
Merriwell’s

Merriwell to the Rescue;

or, A Drop to Death.

3racing Up the Basket Ball Team.

Kindness; or, Saving a Falling Enemy.

Race For Life; or, The Steady Hand and True Heart.

r, Outplayed by the Masked

the Agents of the Secret League of Spain.
The Sacrifice That Cost Him Dearly.

Pivtenidinks the Pirate Treasure of Hidden Cave.

Treasure; or, Face to Face with the Pirate Captain.

, Left to Die in the Flames.

r, The Hidden Hut of Blue Mountain.

The Mystery of Moaning Cave.

or, Who Was the Traitor?

Merriwell’s Discovery; or, The Evil Genius 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

Merriwell’s Nine; or, Trouncing the Regular

Merriwell’s Danger; or

Merriwell’s
Merriwell’s Set-Back; 0 Mysteries.
Merriwell’s Ride; or, Foiling
Merriwell’s. Honor; or
Merriwell at Bay; or,
Merriwell Trailing the
Merriwell’s Peril; ot
Merriwell’s Snowshoe Hunt: o
Merriwell’s Disappearance; or,
Merriwell’s Racket ;

, The Awakening of Scudder.
Team.
, solving a Strange Mystery.
The Life of the Nine.
Their Own Coin.
r, Bound to Get There.

Merriwell Accused; ot
r, Paid in
Merriwell’s Daring Leap; o
In the Face of Desperate Odds.
Up Against the Real Thing.
In Spite of His Enemies.

Merriwell’s Trick: 0

Merriwell’s Delivery; or,
Merriwell’s Nerve; or,
Merriwell as Captain; or,

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Handling a Deadly Enemy.
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years ago. Thousands of young Americans will want to read of the fine things that Dick
Merriwell has done, is doing and will in. the future do.

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CK MERRIWELL CHALLENGED;

OR,

Getting Into Fast Company.

 

By BURT L. STANDISH,

 

CHAPTER I.

THE CHALLENGE,

When Dick received the challenge from the Union
Athletic Club of Uniontown he was at first both sur-
prised and delighted. There was every reason whiy
he should be surprised, for the U. A. A. had, up to
this time, refused to recognize Fardale in sports of

Eaton, the school Fardale most desired to

defeat, had been recognized for a number of years

both on the diamond and gridiron, and it had galled
Fardale beyond measure that this should be so. But
Fardale’s record of last season, when she defeated on
the football field all school teams with which she con-
tested, Eaton included, had drawn attention to her.
Her wonderful work on the diamond, with Dick

    

Merriwell as star twirler of the nine, had created no
end of surprise, with the final result that the crack
amateur organization of Uniontown awoke and sent
a challenge to Dick Merriwell, who was now substt-
tute captain of the team, in place of Steve Nunn, who
had been injured and was forbidden to play any more
during the season.

At first, as has been stated, Dick’s feelings were
those of mingled surprise and delight; but when he
came to think the matter over, strange thoughts en-
tered his head and a grim look came to his firm,
handsome face.

The athletic committee was called together, and
Dick read the challenge aloud. Fardale was asked
to give U. A. A. her next open date, which was un-
   
   
   
    
  
  
  
    
  
   
     
    
   
    
   
 

to Mr. Merriwell,’

here is a chance to make a little money.

for our athletics. There'd

. Warne.’
beg, and now we're over a hundred dollars behind.”

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derstood to be the following Saturday, and the chal-
lenge concluded with these words:

 

As there is no fenced ground at Fardale, we hope,you will
agree to play the game on our ground in Uniontown, where, in
case of fair weather, we will be assured of a very large attend-
ance and satisfactory gate receipts. The winners of the game
are to take two-thirds of the net receipts, the losers one-third.
In any case, your expenses will be guaranteed. As our average
attendance is between four and five hundred, and we have turned
out a thousand people at special games, you can feadily see it
will be far better to play on our field. In case you accept, as
this will be Fardale’s first appearance here, we believe there is a
good prospect of drawing the larger number stated. If you
make a fair showing on the field, so that we regard you as a
worthy attraction, it is possible we will agree to inelude Fardale
in. our regular schedule for next season.

“Well, well!’
the committee, “

cried Hadley Burrows, chairman of
who would have thought it? They
have come down at last! Year after year they have
treated Fardale with silent contempt, paying not the

least heed to our challenges.

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Now, they challenge

“The challenge seems to be addressed particularly
said Emerson Wade, stiffly.

We've had
a hard time making both ends meet this spring, and

“But it’s meant for Fardale, of course.

Let me see,
one thousand admissions will bring two hundred and
fifty dollars, exclusive of. grandstand. ’ They charge

twenty-five cents extra to the grandstand down

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there, and it 1s well patronized. Four hundred peo-

ple in the grandstand would bringin another hun-

dred dollars, or three hundred, and fifty in all. That’s
great!” De a ae
“Good | money,” nodded John Warwick. “If we

could draw like that here we'd have a fund to provide
be no begging for
money.”

“That’s what makes me sick!”
> UT ve had enough of it.

exclaimed Philip
It’s been beg, beg,

“This game ought to help us-out,” said Burrows.
“A third of three- hundred and fifty means something

like a hundred and sixteen or Seventeen-say a hun-
dred dol lars net. It wi il not boxe us. over thirty dol-

: lars to. get there and back, all told. ae me “ans
; seventy. doll ars clear for us.” )

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“T don’t like the way you reckon!” cut in Dick,
sharply. 3
“Hey?” exclaimed Hadley, surprised.
the matter? Did I make a mistake?”
oe eb. ‘
“How?” :

abe. gave Pardale only a third of the gate
money.”

“W hat’s

“But—hbut that’s what he says.”
“I beg your pardon. The winning team is to take

two-thirds.”

 

“The winning te— Why, of course! But you

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don’t count on
“Why not?”

 

“I don't believe you know much about the Union-
Why, they’re hot stuff!’
“Ts that so?” )

“You bet!

town team.

takes the best college team to down them.” .

Dick smiled. ee
"That's all right,” he «said.
about that. Two-thirds of three-fifty is about two-
Suppose we call it
above al ex perises. 2.50057) 4 Act

“Great Scott!” “That would fift

us out of the hole and put us on Easy street!”

thirty-two.
gasped Burrows.

| sneered Wade, in a most offen-
sive manner. . be ed
“What is?”

“Such an idea.

eit" s ridiculous! r

defeat those chaps on their own ground.”
Dick looked at W ade. Mi
“Why not?” he asked. Vad |
“Because they are altogether too fast for Fardale.
Wie e haven't a show with them.” . iy |
“On the contrary,” said Dick, “if we were to Py,
them the chances would be all in our favor.”
“How do you make that out?” ts
“We have not been defeated this: spring.” i Us

. “What has that to do with it? We have not been

up against anything like Uniontown? aus

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Dick laughed.

“Perhaps not,” he said; “but I'm inclined to be-
lieve my brother’s team that played here two weeks
ago was about as fast as Uniontown.”

“Not at all!’ cried Wade. “There were good
players on Frank Merriwell’s team, but they all
lacked practice. Besides, he beat Fardale out.”
“No; he beat the picked team. Fardale has not
been defeated. You should not forget that this
committee refused to permit the regular team to play
against his nine.”

“But it was just the same thing,” confessed Wade.
“Tt was just about the same team that has played
right along, only we did not call it the Fardale team.”

“Tf you remember,” said Dick, quietly, “that game
was no walkover, and it required some extra innings
to settle it.”

“What of that? It proves nothing.”’

“Perhaps not; but Fardale would win if she were
to play Uniontown.” ,

“You have altogether tgo much confidence in
yourself, Mr. Merriwell—altogether too much!’
sneered Wade.

“T have confidence in the team,” said Dick, quietly.
“That is all.”

“You'll get it knocked out of you if you go against

Uniontown.”

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”

“T hope not, but
“By Jove!
it would be great to carry off two-thirds of that gaie

“We'll see! we'll see!’ cried Burrows.

money! Oh, wouldn’t Uniontown be sick!”

“J guess yes!” nodded Warwick, who could not

help feeling some of Hadley’s enthusiasm. ‘And
wouldn't it put Fardale up in the world! It would
be a great thing forus!”

“Let's pray for victory,” said Burrows. “We'll

accept the challenge right away, as we have an open

date next Saturday on account of the withdrawal of

Leominster. The challenge was sent to Dick, so
he is the one to accept it.

write without delay and tell them you will play.”

Go ahead, Merriwell—

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But now came the greatest surprise of all, for Dick
quietly said:

“Let's talk this matter over some more. Iam de-
cidediy opposed to accepting this challenge. I do
not regard it as a wise thing to do.”

‘They were struck dumb with astonishment.

CHAPTER. II.
THE DECISION OF ‘THE COMMITTEE.
mY Out

“Opposed?” gasped Wade, as if he fancied he had

cried Burrows, aghast.

not understood.

“How is that?” demanded Warne, sharply.

“What do you mean?” asked Warwick.

Cogswell blinked and said nothing at all.

“T mean just what I say,” declared Dick.

“Your reasons—your reasons?” cried the chair-
nian, excitedly. “You must have reasons!”
“Of course. JI am not in the habit of doing any-
thing without a sood reason.”

“Well, explain yourself. Why should you be op-
posed? It’s the last thing I expected.”

“Never dreamed of it,” said Wade.

“In the first place,” said Dick, “this letter was ad-
dressed to me. Iam simply the substitute captain of
the team. Nunn remains the real captain, even,
though he cannot play.”

“Poor argument,” muttered Wade.

“In the second place, the challenge is insolent in
tone.”

“Insolent !”

“Great Scott !”

“How?”

“Listen to this,” said Dick, and then he read from
the challenge: ate you make a fair showing on the
field, so that we regard you as a worthy attraction,
it is possible we will agree to include Fardale in our
regular schedule for next season.’”’ :

“Well, isn’t that just what we want?’ came warmly
from the chairman. “Isn’t that just what we have
been working for this long time?”

“Last fall,” said Dick, “we defeated two football

  
     

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teams, one of which played Uniontown to a draw,
while the other won from her. At the same time, we
This
spring we have beaten Hudsonville and Rivermouth

did not suffer a single defeat for the season.
on'the diamond. Last year Rivermouth won from
Uniontown, seven to five, at baseball, and two years
ago Hudsonville took a fall out of the mighty U. A.
A. Thus far this spring we have not met with a sin-
gle defeat. At the present time we have the cleanest
record of any team in this section, barring none.
Such being the case, it is an insult for these people
to write us such a patronizing and condescending
challenge, and it would serve them right to decline.”
Immediately, there was a great jabbering in that
room, for Dick’s words had aroused something of a
storm. |

Of the entire committee, however, Warne was the
only one who stood by him. The others excitedly
declared that it would be folly to refuse just what
‘they had been working for so long.

Dick listened in unruffled calm, a faint smile on his
ips. i

“Why, we might never get another opportunity !”
said Burrows. “It is our opportunity! You profess

If we do,

we can have a game with them next. season.”

to be confident that we can beat them.

“And that means money for us,” nodded Cogswell.
Mh game ‘vith U. A. A. in Uniontown on a favorable
"date will always pay us big money. Why, every year
_ they give Eaton a hundred dollars guarantee to play

Look how that helps Eaton out.”

” said Dick, still ‘undis-
“Since the game with Rivermonth: there

there.

“There is another thing,
turbed.
has been considerable talk about refusing to play any
team tainted with professionalism. That game
showed us what it meant. We are out for good,
fact
known to everybody that U. A. A. always has a pro-

fessional battery, and it is: said that several of their

clean sport, and not for rowdyism. Now, it is a

| f players, have played for money and may be playing |

8 hale money now... With Uniontown it is a money-
eg Making matter,

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but for the dollars there are in it. If we play with
It's a bad

You know what we

them, we shall play in the same spirit.
spirit to get into the game.
We were com-
pelled to meet trickery with trickery. We won, but

were forced into at Rivermouth.

it was not a game to be proud of—not a game to give
Without doubt, Far-
dale will refuse to play Rivermouth next year.”

us all a feeling of satisfaction.

“Oh, but this case is different!”

“Uniontown plays a pretty clean game.”

declared Hadley,

“But, as at Rivermouth, a lot of sports follow the

games and bet on them.”
“We don’t have to havé any ything to do with that.”
“Of course not. At the same time, some ies
spirits may be desperate fellows who will do any-
It was a hard
fight at Rivermouth, for the gambling is what ruins

thing possible to win their money.

clean, honest sport.”’

“Are you in earnest about this,
Cogswell. :

“Of course I am.”

“Well, do you know svhat will be said if we reruise
to accept this challenge?”

“What?”

“Tt will be said that we’re afraid. We can’t stand
for that. Do you wish everybody to think you are
afraid ?” | | nd Se |

“When I know I am not ee Iam not afraid to
have any one think that I am.’

In this world many a “hero” is made because he is

afraid to have any one think him afraid to do some-—

thing courageous. But it is the real hero with true
moral courage wp is not afraid to have it believ ed
he is afraid, knowing all the while in his heart. that
fear in no way enters into the case. © ie

eae s just what will be said. about us! I" said Bur-
“Here we've been working» so long to get
games with Uniontown, it will not do to refuse this.
opportunity.”

I guess not!” exclaimed Cogswell,
; “And think of the money lost!’ put in Warwick. -

“Tell you what,” ee Wade, usually, a wy s0-

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ber and serious fellow, “we can give Uniontown an
awful call down if we beat them.”

“How?”

“Why just refuse ever to play them again.”

“That's so!” exclaimed Cogswell.

Dick laughed.

“Then you would be placing yourselves in a posi-
tion to be called cowardly,” he declared.

“How is that?”

“Why, every one would say you were not giving
U, A. A. a fair show. Having beaten them once, it
would be no more than right to give them another
chance. You could not refuse to play them then.
The only time to refuse is now. If you do not estab-
lish athletic relations with them, there will be no ab-
solute necessity of doing so. Once you have done
so, you will have to give them another chante if you
win. If you lose, they may give you an awful throw-
down and decline ever again to play you.”

‘But you were so confident of winning.”

“That's all right. I am not foolish enough to
think we cannot lose, for the best teams trip up

“ sometimes; but I believe everything is in our favor.

It’s always a bad policy to plan on losing any game.
‘Go in to win’ is a good motto, and a fellow or a ball

team that sticks to that has a better chance than one

that counts on getting beaten half the time.”
Warwick clapped his hands.

“Bravo!” he cried. “Listen to the pearls of

thought dropping from Merriwell’s lips.”

“I hope it’s not another case of pearls before
swine,” smiled Dick.

“With all due consideration to Merriwell,” said

_ Burrows, “I don’t see how we can afford to refuse to

accept this challenge. It's the very thing we're
looking for. We need the money. If we were to
win, it would put us on our feet for the rest of the

season. I declare it would take an awful load off my

/

“I’m for it,’’ said Cogswell. yy

“But I have yet one more objection to state,” said

Dick. “Only a short time ago the regular team re-

 
  

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ceived a challenge from my brother to play a game
here on this ground. The committee promptly
turned it down, and the regular team was not per-
mitted to play as the Fardale nine against my
brother’s team. Now, why should this challenge be
accepted when the other was refused?”

“For one thing,” said Burrows, Gts a case of
money. There was nothing much in that other -
game. It did not help us financially.”

Now, Dick’s eyes flashed a little.

“Let me tell you something, Mr. Burrows,” he
said. “If it were not for my brother, you would be
in a hard hole financially just now. You received a
hundred dollars through the mail from a subsctiber
to the athletic fund, who simply signed himself, ‘A
Former Fardaleite,’ didn’t you?”

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“That money came from my brother. He is not
in the habit of making a great fuss about the money
he gives, but he contributed a hundred dollars to
your fund this year. And after that you insulted him
by refusing to permit the regular team to play his
team. Now, you propose to insult him further by
accepting this challenge from a: team not scheduled
to play Fardale this season.”

The face of the chairman was very red when Dick
ceased speaking. He stammered a little, and then
said:

“I’m sure I didn’t know he contributed that hun-
dred dollars. If 1 had——”

“Why didn’t you say something about it?” asked
Warne. “Why didn’t you tell us at the time?”

 

“Because I knew Frank would refuse to play at all
if he thought for a moment-that you were led into it
because of his “contribution. Because I knew’ he
would not wish me to say anything about it at the
time.”

“I’m very sorry, Merriwell,” said Burrows, still
much cut up. “But you can’t blame me. J—I didn’t
know, If I had——~”

“But we can’t help that now,” said Wade, nastily.

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If Mr.
from Uniontown,

tion. Merriwell thinks his ball team can win
there is every reason in the world
why he should promptly accept this challenge. If
he doesn’t thi: 0, there is no necessity for putting

up a bluff that he does, and there may be some excuse
y

for trying to crawl out of playing the game.” :
Wade was a fellow most distasteful to Dick, and he
had a way of saying the simplest things in a disagree-
He could not discuss'a matter with-
Instead of

coming amicably and pleasantly to an understanding

able manner.
out an argument of an offensive sort.

he seized every opportunity to make discussions de-
This is a faculty that
seems to give satisfaction to some peculiarly consti-

generate into dissentions.

tuted persons.
smooth over the little affairs of life, but their spirit

They never betray an inclination to

of aggressiveness and petty dissent leads them to

by
always speaking out bluntly and offensively in order

show what they consider their “independence”
to show the other fellow that they don’t care a rap
for him or anything else.
have many real friends, as their disposition toward
belligerency estranges friends, associates and per-
sons with whom they have casual dealings. They
are,.as a rule, to be pitied.

Dick, however, had come to understand Wade’s
and he now refused to be further
aroused, although the fellow’s sneering words made
his blood hot. He simply reminded Wade that the
team was not “his,”

natrowness,

but was the representative team
_of the school.

“Such being the case,” said Wade, “this committee
has a right to decide the question.
Mr. Merriwell, and now I move that he be instructed
to accept this challenge.”

We have heard

“TI second the motion,” said Cogswell.

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The motion was carried, Warne declining to vote
at bbe: ae

“All right,” said Dick, ERS “Now that I have
your instructions, I shall accept the challenge, and I
assure you that I shall do See! in ny power to
ee win sans Sec

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Such persons can never.

CHAPTER ITI.
A JOLLY STRANGER,

The Fardale
on the day of the game.

baseball team dined in Uniontown
Accommodations had been
obtained for them at the best hotel in the town, and
they enjoyed a fairly good dinner, as the game was

not to begin until half-past three, and there was con-

siderable time for digestidh. However, Dick was
careful that they did not break training in their diet,
and certain prohibited articles of fare were not per-;
mitted on the table.

‘the
crowded, a stranger was placed at the table beside
Dick.

ant, agreeable and free-and-easy.

Singularly enough, dining-room, being.
He was a young man of twenty-five, pleas-
He introduced

himself in short order.

“My name is Kennedy—Fred Kennedy,” he said.
“Graduated from Dartmouth two years ago. I
wasn't fast enough to make the regular team, but
played on the second. It*was tough on me, for I
expected to do something in baseball when I went to
college. Just happened to miss because there was a
better man than T to fill my regular position on first
base. Under ordinary circumstances I'd have made
the team.”

“That was hard luck,” satd Dick.

“You bet,” laughed Kennedy. “But there was
one day when I was glad I wasn’t on the team.”
- “That day— .
“Was when we want up. against Yale and Frank
Merriwell did the twirling for the New Haven outfit,
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Merriwell’s form
was Ar that day, and he made monkeys of our bat-
ters. There was a terrible fanning of the air when
our fellows faced him. They tell me you are his
brother?” ; .
“They have informed you correctly,” smiled Dick,
“And you're a pitcher, too?”
_“T do a little twirling.”
“Do you pitch to-day?” 2”
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- double-shoot up your sleeve I see where Uniontown

Seems to mé I’ve heard that
What is

gets it good and hard.
you have some kind of a nasty ball to hit.
it?”

“You'll find out this afternoon, pard,” said Brad
Buckhart, who was sitting across the table. “Just
keep your eyes peeled for the jump ball.”

“Ah-ha!
Il never believed in the double-shoot till | saw Frank

The jump ball,eh? That’s possible, but

Merriwell throw it. How do you reckon your
chances with Uniontown?”

“Tell you more about that later,” said Dick.

“We're here after scalps,” put in Brad, who could
not keep still. “We're on the warpath, and there is
something doing, you bet your boots,”

“Then you expect to win?”

“We do, I know!

I’ve never seen, but, pard, it’s got to be - dickey if it

The double-shoot is something

lays over the jump ball. You hear me!”

“Don’t listen to him, sir!’ exclaimed Ted Smart.

We wouldn’t do it
It might hurt somebody’s feelings.”

“We haven't an idea of winning!
for. the world!
Kennedy looked at Ted in a puzzled way, for he

did not know just how to take the little fellow

who always said something that sounded directly op-

posite to what he really meant.

. “You'll have to hustle if you beat this team,” said
Kennedy, turning from Ted to Dick. “I live in
Springvale, but I have seen Uniontown play a num-
ber of times, and the team is a hot one.”

“Dear me!” said Singleton. “How dry I am!
Say, Dick, can’t we have something besides water to
wet our whistles with? Not even a cup of weak
coffee?’ a | ay

“Hardly coffee to-day,” said Dick. ‘That is cut
out.” , ;

“Rather strict,” said Kennedy, who persisted in
being in the conversation. “I’ve watched this diet-
ing at college, and I can’t say it always works out
right. Why, lots of the professionals eat and drink
just what they like, and play fast baseball. I believe

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“You have a right to your opinion,” said Dick.

“No offense?”

“Not at all.”

“Say, tell you what, fellows,” laughed Kennedy,
“Tl blow the team to soft beer. That can’t hurt
any one. It’s no more stimulating than water.
Birch beer for the crowd. Permit me, Mr. Merri-
well, please. I shall consider it a favor to treat such
a fine set of fellows.”

“Bub-bub-birch bub-bub-beer!” cried Jolliby his
Adam’s apple bobbing comically, while his face wore
a look of expectation and he smacked his lips.
“That's the sus-sus-sus-stuff! I’m sus-stuck on bub-
bub-birch bub-bub-beer.”

“T see it makes you bub-bubble with delight,” said
Dick, laughing.

“Hi ham rawther fond hof birch beer, don’t you
know,” said Billy Bradley.

“Suppose that’s the kind of stuff you treat your:
best girl to, Billy?” put in Don Kent. ‘You spend
lots of time with her lately.”

“Bub-but that’s all he does sus-sus-spend,” grinned
Jolliby. “She gets no bub-bub-beer.”

“’Ow smart you hare!” sneered Billy, who felt
there must be some Sort of a joke on him, as the
boys laughed at Chip’s remark. “Hi would ’ave you
hunderstand that me fawther was a man hof great
himportance in ‘1s hown country, hand Hi don’t care
to be lawfed hat by a lot hof common duffers.”’

“That’s all’ right,’ grinned Chip. . “My fuf-fut-
father was a man of gug-gug-great importance, too.
He was a cuc-cuc-contractor.”

“Really?” said Billy.

tractor?”

“Was ’e la railw’y con-

He tut-tut-tied up
the ends after another man had ful-fuf-filled “em.”

“No; a sausage contractor.

“’Ow hawfully vulgaw!” exclaimed Bradley, in
horror, which caused even more laughter than Chip’s
confession in regard to his father. t

“Come, captain,” cried Singleton. “Here's a fel-_
low offered to treat everybody and pay for it.

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“Give it up,” said Dick.

“Why, when we're treated by a doctor we have to
pay for it.”

Ted Smart began to sniffle and sob.

“This conversation is filling me with deep dejec-
tion,’ he blubbered. “It’s so sad and pathetic.”

Laughingly the boys urged Dick to accept the
offer of Kennedy to treat the team to soft beer, and
his consent was finally obtained. So birch beer was
ordered and brought.

“Tastes sus-sus-sus-slapping good,” grinned Jol-
liby. “Got the regular old tut-tut-ting to it.”
“Wait!” exclaimed Kennedy. “Somebody pro-
pose a toast.”

“Merriwell!

Dick laughed and shook his head.

Merriwell!” cried the boys.

“Somehow I never seem to remember toasts,” he
said.

“Then give us an original one.”

“Well,” said Dick, “here’s to friendship; may its
bark never founder on the rocks of deception.”

“Good! good!” they cried.

But Kennedy, who was watching keenly, noted
with disappointment that Dick barely touched his
lips to the contents of his glass. )

To tell the truth, Kennedy was a clever fellow in
his way, and a thoroughbred rascal. There had
been craft in what seemed an accident that placed
him at the right hand of Dick Merriwell. When the
birch beer was brought on he quickly moved Dick’s
glass a little nearer Dick. In doing this he took
hold of the top of the glass, which his hand covered
for a moment, and in that moment something hap-
Lad .

It was merely by chance that Dick did not notice
this, as some one spoke to him just as Kennedy
_ moved the glass, turning his attention in another. di-
_ rection, which the fellow at Dick’s right regarded as

very fortunate.

This fellow was much disappointed, however, when

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“You don't like soft drinks, Mr. Merriwell?” he
said, laughingly. “Shall I ordembrandy and soda for
you?”

“Not just yet,” smiled Dick. “Pll drink this later.
Don’t happen to wish for it just now. It will do to
finish the meal with.”

Kennedy proved very entertaining, for he per-
formed some feats of dexterity and sleight-of-hand
that interested them all and set Billy. Bradley won-
dering. Finally He placed half-a-dollar beneath an
inverted teacup.

“Gentlemen,” he said, “I propose to remove: that
piece of money from beneath the cup without touch-
ing the cup.”

“Hi don’t believe hit can be done!” cried Bradley.

“T dud-dud-dud-don’t believe there is any mtum-
mum-money under the old cup now!” declared Jol-
liby. | |

“Oh, yes there is!” laughed Kennedy, lifting the

cup and showing the, half-dollar. “It’s right there.
Now watch me place the cup over it—so, so.” There,
“now you're all sure it is under the cup?”

“Hi know hit’s there now,” asserted Bradley, lean-
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ing far over the table.

“You're right,” smiled the jolly stranger. “It’s
there now, but I am going to remove it without
touching the cup. I'll wager you another round. of

birch beer for the party that I can do it.”
4

“Hill go you!” cried Billy, promptly.

“You're easy,’ laughed Kennedy. “Now wat¢h
me close. Don’t take your eyes off my hands for a

moment. I may fool-you if you do. You know the

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hand is often quicker than the eye.”
Pr .

Then he began making some mystic passes over
the cup, at the same’ time mumbling:

“Hiko, chiko, dickro, ding, this is a most miyste-
rious thing. Old King Cole and fiddlers three, come >
move this money away for me. Spirit of night and
spirit of fun——- By Jove! I
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“Tt’s all over,” he said, with an air of confidence.
“T’ye kept my word, and I haven’t touched’the cup.”

“Hi don’t believe hit!’ cried Bradley, leaning over
the table and lifting the cup,

The moment Billy moved the cup Kennedy picked
up the fifty-cent piece.

“T told you I'd do it,” he said, laughingly.”

‘But you didn’t do hit!’ cried Billy. | “The money
wasn’t gone at hall.’

“T didn’t say it was gone. I told you I would re-
neve the money without touching the cup. — [ didn’t
touch the cup; you did that. So you see I kept my
word,”

This was too much for Bradley to get through his
head in a moment, and he was completely dazed
when the boys shouted with laughter.

“The treat is on you, Billy,” said Dick. “But Pll
Jet you out as far as I’ni concerned. Haven’t drank
my first glass yet, but you'll have to blow for the
rest of the crowd.” :

“Hit’s a blooming Yankee trick!” grumbled Billy;
but he ordered the birch beer.

“Why, I thought you hadn’t taken your beer !”" ex-
claimed Kennedy, looking in surprise at Dick Merri-
well’s glass, which now stood empty on the table.
“It’s gone!”

“Well, if I took it,” said Dick, “it was another case
of sleight-of-hand. [ must have done it without
touching’ the glass.”

Kennedy was startled, and looked round the table.

“Who drank it?” he asked,

No-one answered,

“Jolliby, you did that!’ cried Dick. ‘Your arm is
long. enough to reach over here.”

Chip protested innocence.

“Well, Pll get a drink now, anyhow,” said Dick, as
the waiter brought more soft beer for the’party.

“T don’t know how you are going to be sure of that
im this crowd,” said Hal Darrell.

Again Kennedy deftly moved Dick’s glass, in the
same manner as before, murmuring an excuse as he
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“Another toast!” cried Kennedy.

“Excuse me, gentlemen,” said Darrell, rising, with
his glass of birch beer in his hand and coming round
behind Dick. “I have a word I wish to whisper to
the captain. I know it isn’t polite, but I’ve just
thought of something important, which I fancy has
been forgotten. Will you pardon me?”

He leaned over Dick’s right shoulder, between the
captain of the nine and Kennedy, whispering some-
thing in Dick’s ear. As he did this, he quietly placed
his own glass on the table close to Dick’s and took up
the other glass as he straightened up. This was
done so qiietly and cleverly that no one round the
table ‘noticed it.

When Darrell had returned to his place Jolliby
proposed the toast, crying:

“Mum-mum-may the devil cuc-cuc-cut the toes of
all our foes, so we mum-mum-may know them bub-by
their limping.”

“Good enough!” cried Dick, lifting his glass.
“That’s a clever one, Chip, and I drink to it.”

He drank fully half the contents of his glass,’
whereupon Fred Kennedy covered his hand with his
mouth, and behind his hand he smiled with satisfac-
tion. .

But this time it was Hal Darrell who barely
touched his lips to the contents of his glass.

Later, before the meal was ended, Dick drained his
glass,

And Kennedy smiled again.

CHAPTER IV.
DICK ENCOUNTERS A RUFFIAN,

“What do you think of that fellow Kennedy,
Dick?” ased Darrell, when they had left the table
and strolled out on the cool veranda of the hotel.

“To tell you the truth,” said Dick, “there was
something about him I did not like. He was too
fresh.” . me

Hal nodded. .

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stranger so free with his hands. Did you drink that
first glass of birch beer?”
“No
“Wonder who did?”
“IT haven’t the least idea. Do you think it was
Kennedy ?””’
“Hardly.
But I didn't like the way he moved your glass. Did

That wasn’t what I was thinking of.

} you see him do that? Don’t think you did, for

something took your notice just when he didit.. He
Had no
( right to be fumbling with it, anyhow, He’s too

put’ his hand over the top of your glass.

shifty; a chap who can do sleight-of-hand:like that
is a good fellow to watch.” ,

“What do you mean, Hal?”

“Well, I don’t know that there is. anything in it,
but it seemed queer to me that he was put down a
our table in the first place. I changed glasses with
you when I came round to whisper in your ear, and I
didn’t drink the stuff in your glass.”

That little affair in
Rivermouth must have made you suspicious.”
“It did.

the game here as there was in Rivermouth, and we

“You are cautious, Hal,
There’s just about as much betting on

ais have found that unscrupulous gamblers will not stop
mn ae any trick to win. Just as race-track gamblers will
i drug a dangerous horse, so baseball gamblers will
| do their best to drug a fast pitcher,”

Two: men came round the cornet of the veritas
which ran round the building.

One of them was small, keen-eyed, thin- -lipped,
“with a cold, calculating face. He was plainly dressed,
but there was about him a certain vulgar air, for all
of his unostentatiousness.
at The other was a heavy, ruffianly- looking chas:
_ with a very red face,
i a heavy drinker.

At a glance he was seen to be

As they came round the corner the big fellow 1 was
‘Saying ; ! | .
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The smaller man cut him short, as they tame in

sight of Dick and Hal, who had taken a seat on a
settee,

“Hey?” grunted the big fellow, looking at the Far-
dale boys. “Is them some of the kids?’
“Dick Merriwell,” said the smaller man.
“Wot? Which one?”

“Nearer of the tw

Immediately the fellow walked down toward the

boys, with the small man sauntering along behind.
He stared at Dick, who returned his look with inter-
est. This calm gaze from the piercing eyes of the
boy seemed to annoy the ruffian.

“Well,” he growled, ‘

time ?”

‘spose you'll know me next

“T couldn’t help it,” said Dick. “Why don’t you
change your face?”

The fellow gasped.

ELey hs He roared, placing his hands on his hips
“Blowed

if I don’t believe you're looking for bother !’’

and squaring himself in front of the boy.

Dick said nothing,
anger,

‘

_ “Do you want any part of me?” demanded the fel-
low, insolently.

“Oh, no, indeed!” returned Dick.
what any one should want any part of you for. The

whole of you is utterly worthless.”

Again the ruffian gasped, for he was not accus-

-tomed to such talk from a mere boy.

“Why, dern your skin !” he shouted.

-you plumb in two!”

“T wouldn’t. try it.
you. © x ou might get hurt.”’

I don’t care for 4 muss w ith

“will you hear that!’ snorted - the hie “Tl
have to eat him, sure as my name, is” Bill Bones!”

“Your name will be mud if you try it | % flashed |

Darrell, who was ready to pitch in if the ruffian at-
tacked Dick. ik

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to get into a row with the kids? It isn’t neces-
sary.”

“They insulted me!” roared Bill. “I’m goin’ to
tamimer the face off the one what insulted me!”

“It’s a fight, Dick!” said Hal. “But I think we
can do him. Let him pitch in.”

“You look out for the other “one,” said Dick,
quietly. “This rufhan is drunk, and I can hald my
own with him.”

“Drunk, am I?” grated Bill Bones. “You're a
liar !’’ 4

Dick had risen to his feet, not wishing to be taken
unprepared. Now the arm of the ruffhan shot out,
and he tried to grasp the boy by the shoulder.

“ll shake ye outer your handsome clothes!” he
snarled.

Dick dodged like a flash.

“Hands off!” he flung back. “If you try to put
your dirty paws on me, you'll wish you hadn’t!”

‘Ho! ho! Ill have ter do it now!’

The sound of loud voices brought others to the
scene. Several of the Fardale team came round on
the veranda, Brad Buckhart being among them.

“Whoop!” cried the Texan, ready to take a hand in
a moment. “Here is a scrimmage! Let me chip
in|”

“Keep away,” advised Dick. “Just see that I get
fair play with this drunken brute.”

“Great thunder!” exclaimed a Uniontown man.
“He's got into trouble with Bill Bones. Bones is a
terrible fighter. He'll half kill the boy if somebody
doesn’t stop it.”

“Who'll stop it?” said another. “No one round
here cares to interfere with Bones.”

“My! my ! broke forth Ted Smart. “Whata jolly

affair ! ‘It’s perfectly lovely to be greeted here in this

f?

cordial fashion |
Bones stripped off his coat, vowing he was going

to wipe things up with Dick. |

~ Immediately the boy leit the veranda for the lawn

near the hotel. Bones followed him closely, crying:

/

“Don’t yer try to run! I'll ketch’ ye if I hev ter
chase ye a mile.”

“Ti Tran you couldn’t catch me in a year,’ returned
Dick; “but I haven’t the least idea of running, you
big loafer!”

“Loafer!”

“You're drunk,” declared Dick, “and in your con-
dition I'll find it easy to put you out of business. I
don’t want to fight with you, but you started it.”

It seemed most remarkable and nervy for the boy
to talk to the ruffian in that manner, and those who
knew Bill Bones best regarded Dick as very fool-
hardy. They fully expected to see the man give the
boy a fearful thrashing.

Dick, however, saw the ruffian had been drinking
so much that he was far from steady, and for that
reason he counted on holding his own, if nothing
more.

With his bloodshotten eyes fastened on the cap-
tain of the Fardale team, the fellow advanced, spit-
ting on his hands.

“T won’t leave you in ther shape of northin’!” he
declared.

Getting near, he made a rush and another grab at
Dick.

Like a flash, the boy was away, and then, as the big
brute followed him up, he darted under Bill’s wildly

waving arms and kicked the fellow’s feet from be-

neath hiin.

‘Bones came down on the ground so solidly that his
breath was dived from his body with a grunt.

“Did that ju-ju-ju-jar you any?” cried Jolliby, his
Adam’s apple bobbing excitedly.

“How gracefully he flopped!” murmured Ted
Smart. “He must have done it purposely.” -

The ruffian scrambled up, a torrent of unquotable
language pouring from his lips.

“Wait till I git my fins on ye!” he howled.

“T don’t care to wait,” returned Dick, as he lightly
skipped in and pitched the fellow on his head before
he could get fairly onto his feet.

“Whoop!” cried Buckhart. ‘“That’s the way to
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Bones was astonished, but the Uniontown wit-
nesses were far more surprised.

“He must be pretty full,” said one of them. “I
never saw him like that before.”

“He’s strong as Samson,” said another. “Wait
till he gets hold of the boy.”

“If you wait for that,” said Bob Singleton, “you'll

find your hair turning gray.”

Bones made haste to get up, but now Dick came
at him, and gave him a terrible blow on the ear. The
boy knew it would not do to dally with the ruffian,
and he put the weight of his body behind his fist.

_ The man was stretched on the ground in a
twinkling, and above him stood young Merriwell,
his lips pressed together and his eyes flashing.

“Get up!” urged Dick. “T*can’t hit you again till
you do. Get up and let me finish this,”

“What did he strike me with?” gasped the fellow,
ina dazed way. ‘Was it a club or a piece of iron?”

“It was nothing but my fist,” said Dick.

“You're a liar!” Bones returned. “Anyhow you

had false knuckles on! I felt something like irom”
“You're too drunk to fight with a kid, Bill,” said
the small man who had been with him in the first
place.

“Tl show ye—I’ll show ye, Dave Dodge!” snarled
Bill, as he suddenly rolled over and scrambled up.

Getting on his feet, he met Dick, who sprang at

him. In a moment he grasped the shoulder of the
boy.

“Now, Bill has him!’

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HOW IT ENDED.

2 Quick as a flash Dick unbottoned the top button
of his coat, the only one that happened to be but-
toned. . In a twinkling he was out of the garment,
which he left in the hands of the astonished ruffian.

In another twinkling he again kicked the feet from

_ beneath the drunken fellow, who fell on his hands
and knees. With a quick push young Merriwell

“sent the fellow forward on his face, his nose pois

_a furrow in the ground,

, abe ruffian sat up, panting for breath.
_ “That’s enough of this!’ exclaimed the one called.
Dave Dodge. “Bones is in no condition to fight.”
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to his feet, with the blood dripping from his in-
jured nose. “I ain’t goin’ ter be done by no kid!”

“What a sweet, melodious voice he has!” cried
Ted Smart, while the rest of the crowd shouted with
laughter over the ridiculous plight of the ruffian.

In fact, it was now seen plainly enough that Bones
in his present condition had met more than his
match in the athletic lad from Fardale, and many
of those citizens who had stood in terror of the fel-
low were rejoiced at his discomfiture.

“That’s the way to do it, pard!” Buckhart cried,
encouragingly to Dick. ‘It is, I know! He’s
bumped up against the real thing when he met you!
You hear me chirp)!”

“Hit’s perfectly hawful!’’
ham shocked!”

The laughter of the crowd made Bones more furi-
ous than ever, and there was a murdérous glare in
his eyes when he got up and started toward the cool
lad, who, in his shirt sleeves, stood quietly, with his
hands on his hips.

“Tl kill ye!” he grated. “Let me git holt of ye
once more! It'll be the end of you!”

But all along Dick had known better than to let
the ’ruffian eet a good hold on lim, and he took care
now that this should not ‘happen, Again Bones
found young Merriwell as elusive as a flea, and *
again Dick darted in and gave the man a jab on the |
ear.. For some.moments the boy kept Bones busy,
and then, getting a good chance, Dick struck him a
solar-plexus blow that doubled the giant up.
Crack !—the boy’s hard knuckles landed'on the head
of the ruffian, who pitched over in a doubled-up ball,
striking on his head and shoulders.

Something cracked loudly.

Then, as Bill Bones sai cies" ae out imply, a cry
went up:

“His neck is broken!”

“Tf his neck is broken,” said Darrell, “it’s no more ae
than he deserves!” ‘ JAAS sae

Dave Dodge grasped Bill, and shavi him. The ,
eyes of the fellow opened and he feebly arene
— “Was it an earthquake?” yy a

“His neck is all right,” said Singleton, Sis the.
crowd laughed again, gathering round Dick to com-
pliment him. Late ne nag

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Dick was admired beyond measure for his pluck

, and skill, and the story of his encounter with Bones

spread rapidly. Ina short time so many were com-
ing to the hotel to stare at young Merriwell that he
was driven to the room taken by the boys of the nine.

Darrell was well satisfied by the manner in which
Dick had handled the ruffian, but, to his surprise,
Dick seemed downcast.

*What’s the matter?” asked Hal. “You did him,
good and fine. You look as if he had somehow hurt
you.”

“He has,”

“Has? How?” s

“IT can’t help feeling disgraced and lowered.
Fighting with any one is bad enough, but fighting
with a drunken brute like that is disgraceful.”

Dick was like Frank, who fever in his life had
come out of a personal encounter without feeling he
was somehow disgraced, without feeling that he had
lowered himself by fighting.

Hal was proud and high-spirited, but now he said:

“You gave the dog just what he deserved. I
know it isn’t nice to soil one’s hands on such crea-
tures but it has to be done sometimes.”

“T might have avoided it,” said Dick, regretfully.

“How?”

“{ provoked him by the manner of my retort in the
first place, I should have paid no,attention what-
ever to him.”

“Well, if you hadn’t, I.should, and I doubt if I
could have polished him off in the fancy manner you
did. Forget it, Dick—forget it. But what do you
think those men were saying when they came round
the corner?”

“It was something about Ken.”

“Who is Ken?” :

“Why, it may be Kennedy!’

“And the ruffian was saying he could ‘put the
twirler out.’ The other man stopped him the mo-
ment he saw us. Dick, I believe they were speaking
of you. More than ever I believe there :: some sort
of a job afoot to knock you out so that you'll not >e
able to pitch a winning game to-day.”

‘Dick looked weary. ark, |

“Darrell,” he said, “I’m tired of it!. Ever since

the season opened, it seems, enemies, in school and
- gut of school, have been working to knock me out,

   

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That I haven’t been knocked out is due to good luck
more than anything else. Here in this town I fan-
cied there, would be nothing of the kind doing. And
now you wish me to think the same sort of a scheme
is afoot.”

“Well, it won't do any hurt to keep your eyes
peeled,” said Hal.. “We want to win this game to-
day, and

There came a rap nn the door.and into the room
walked a well-built, at. letic young man.

“Mr. Merriwell?” he aid, questioningly, looking
at Dick, who confessed th t his name had been men-
tioned.

Then the stranger introduced himself as Howard
Seaton, manager of the U. A. A. nine.

“You found our accommodations all right here,
did you?” he asked, pleasantly. |

Dick assured him that everything was all right.

“T should have come to see you before, but I have
been very busy. I regret to hear that you have been
annoyed by a ruffian since entering town; but I was
pleased and delighted to learn that you gave him se-

 

vere punishment,”

Then he paused and surveyed Dick’s somewhat
slender figure, as if he found it almost impossible to
believe the lad had in truth served Bill Bones as
roughly as was reported.

“THe forced it upon me,” declared young Merri-
well, as if rather touchy on that point. “I had to
fight him, unpleasant though it was.”

“Well, you have done every peaceable person in
town a favor, for Bones is a terror. He's a ruffian
who delights in bullying those weaker than himself.
He’s revengeful, too. Better look out for him. He
may give you further trouble before you leave town.
I presume you have a pretty good team, Mr. Merri-
well?”

“T think so, Mr. Seaton.”’

“Hope you'll be able to uiake the game interest-
ing. I haye reasons to believe we'll turn a very
large crowd out to-day. Attendance. has been fall-
ing off this season, The principal reason is because
we have not been able to get games with teams
strong enough to make it interesting. For a fact,
the people around here are tired of seeing us win all
the time. It would be a good thing if you had a

team strong enough to give us a good rub.”
“I believe we'll make it somewhat interesting,”
smiled Dick, although there was something patroniz~

  
 

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ing in the manner of Seaton. “At least, we'll try
hard to make you play for the game.”

“That’s right! That’s right! I'd agtually give
twenty-five dollars to see you win, but that’s out of
the question. Your team is rather too light and
too young.”

“You may not think so after the game.”

“My boy, you are going up against the fastest ag-
gregation of amateurs in this part of the State. I
know you have been doing remarkabl ly well this sea-
son, but you'll strike something altogether different
here.” ,

Dick laughed heartily.

“T wish to say one thing,
dence is first-class.”

Seaton flushed.

“My confidence is not misplaced!’ he declared,
rather warmly. “I was thinking of telling the boys
to go light with you, but since you talk like this, Vl
just let them rub itin. You may bea clever pitcher,
Mr. Merriwell; but you'll find yourself up against a
warm bunch this afternoon, and you may get weary
before the game is over. It would be too bad to bat
you out of the box!” |

“Oh, he’d like that!’ cried Smart, unable to keep
still longer. ‘He gets batted out of the box almost
every game, and so he’s come to love it. Do bat him
hard! Do swat his jump ball! Do do it!’

Seaton looked at Ted with a frown, but gave him
no further attention. He remained some time talk-
ing with Dick, but was’ not in such a patronizing
mood when he took his departure.

“We'll have to take the wind out of those ance
bucks,” he thought. | /

Mr. Seaton; your confi-

CHAPTER VI.
A LOST OPPORTUNITY,

Five innings had been played without a run by
either side. Never before had there been seen such
amazing work on the diamond at Uniontown. Both
teams seemed in perfect form, and their fielding was
something to make the great crowd gasp and mar-
vel, and shout with admiration.

And a great crowd it was, astonishing the man-
agers of the home team, for nothing of the sort had
been expected. In fact, never before had such a
crowd assembled to witness a baseball game on that
ground, for there was over two thousand people,

-and every seat was filled, while standing room back
of the ropes was crowded.

All this had been brought about by the advertise-
ment of the game, announcing that Fardale, a team
that had not met defeat thus far during the season,
would face U. A. A., and that Dick Merriwell,
brother of the remarkable college pitcher, Frank
Merriwell, would do the twirling for the visitors.

Frank Merriwell had been heard of almost every-
where, and all admirers of the manly sport of base-
ball regarded him as the champion amateur pitcher

‘ of the world.

And of late wonderful stories had been creeping
forth from the vicinity of Fardale concerning the
abilitids of Dick Merriwell, the young brother of
rank. According to those stories, Dick promised
to become even more renowned on the diamond and
the gridiron than his brother, if such a thing could
happen. 4

These stories had been listened to with doubt and
skepticism by the people of Uniontown and vicinity,
Some had believed them, and had repeatedly stated
that U. A. A. feared to face Fardale on the baseball

field. Perhaps these assertions had led the organiza-

tion to challenge Fardale through Dick Merriwell.

In town when it became known that young Merri-
well had fearlessly faced Bill Bones and given the
ruffan a well-merited thrashing, there was renewed
interest to have a good look at this astonishing lad,

So the people came out and crowded the grand-
stand, bleachers and the space behind the ropes.
They stared at Dick and commented in astonishment
on his youth and apparent slightness. But they
could not know that the boy had muscles of steel and
an unfaltering determination and will-power that
gave him victory in many cases where it seemed that
he had no show. Will-power is a remarkable force,
and should be cultivated by every boy and young
man. Concentration, will-power, mental force—
these things lead to ‘success in athletic feats as well
as in business and in the battle of life.

Somehow Dick was able to impart to his compan-

ions something of this same will-power and determi-
nation that possessed him, and for that very reason
Fardale went into the game against U. A, A. feeling

that they had every chance of winning if they tori .

the game for all it was worth.
. Never in his life had Dick received better sup-
port. The Uniontown team was made up of hitters,

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and they expected to make Dick look sick in short
order. But when they laced the ball hard something
happened, Ifit was along, hard fly, some one of the
fielders stretched himself amazingly and gathered it
n; if it was a slashing grounder that looked nice and
safe, somebody got a hand on it and threw the as-
tonished batter out. One after another the Fardale
players covered themselves with glory, and won the
praise of their captain..

“Tf we can keep it up, fellows,’ said Dick, at the
“we are dead sure to win
out.”

“But we can’t hit that long-armed duffer who
pitches for them,” said Kent. ‘He’s the limit! We
haven’t made a safe hit off him.”

“We are going to have a little streak before the
game is over. If we hold them down it won't take
much batting to carry off the game.”

“Can we do it?”

“Of course we can! . We haven't made an error
yet. I objected to playing this game at all, but the
moment I was instructed to accept the challenge I
made up my mind to win. There are over two thou-
sand people here to-day, and we'll surely carry off
something like four hundred dollars if we win.”

In order that the reader may follow the game bet-
ter, the batting order of both teams is here given:

FARDALE. U. A: A.
Darrell, 2b. Durkee, 1. f.
Kent, 1. f. Seaton, Ib.
Singleton, 1b, Drake, r. f.
Buckhart, c. McElroy, 3b.
Merriwell, p. Chase, c. f.
Jolliby, c. f. Anson, 2b.
Douglass, r. f. . Ince, «.

Smart, s. s. Loppinger, 8. s.
Bradley, 3b. Tole, p.

As the Fardale team sat down on the bench Dick
noticed that Bob Singleton was white as a sheet and
looked deathly ill.

“What's the matter, Bob?” he aaiekly
“Something is the matter w with you,”

“T don’t know what it is,”’ confessed the big fellaw:
huskily. “Tt has been coming on for some time.
I’m awful sick, Dick!”
~ “Great Scott! that’s bad!
is the cause?”

“I don’t know.
I can’t seem to see very well.

asked.

What do you suppose

There is a blur over ny eyes, and
Besides that, I feel

weak as a wet cat.” a

   

   

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Wick was dismayed.

“This is tough!” he said.
every man to be at his best.”
” groaned Singleton, his head be-
I believe

“And just now we need

“It may pass off,
tween his hands. I—I think it is passing.
I feel a little better.”

Hal Darrell leaned over
pered in his ear:

“What made you swipe Merriwell’s
drink it when he wasn’t looking ?”

“Eh?” grunted the big fellow.
to do with it?”

“Did you do it?”

“What if I did?”

“T thought I’d find out where that glass of stuff
went to!” exclaimed Hal, triumphantly. “And I
wasn't mistaken about it, either.”

“Why, why—what

“This ought to be a lesson to you, Singleton.
Don’t make a pig of yourself hereafter.”

“Why, that birch beer couldn’t ‘:

“Perhaps not; but you know that something did.”

“Batter up!” called the umpire.

Billy Bradley rose from the bench,

Each time before this Dick had spoken to the bat-
ters as they went out to strike, but now he gave his
attention to Singleton and Hal.

close to, Bob and whis-
birch beer and

“What's that got

 

 

“You think Bob has ‘swallowed dope, Darrell?” he
asked, anxiously, in a low tone.

“Tl feel dead sure of it. That fellow Kennedy tried
to get the stuff into you, but Bob swiped your glass,
and he’s knocked ‘out instead.”

“Certainly this is fine!’ chirped Ted Smart. “It
comes at just the right time—after we have held
those duffers down for five innings!”

“l’m going to play the game out,” declared Single-
ton, pluckily. “I'll be alll right in a few minutes.”’

“One strike!” sounded the voice of the umpire.

“Don’t let him pull you that way, Bradley!” cried
one of the play ers on the bench.

For Billy had been almost dragged across the sige
in his effort to touch an outcurve.

With his face very red, Bradley glared at the long-
armed pitcher, who grinned back tauntingly.

“Hi'd give me neck to get a good ‘ummer hort
im!” thought the Cockney youth. .

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“Took out!’ he cried.

i don’t want to hit you.”

“Don’t crowd up there!

“But Hi want to it you!” muttered Bradley.

The umpire called it a ball.

Then followed a drop that fooled Billy hand-
somely.

“Two strikes!”

“Same old story,

”>

the
who was on

laughed Howard Seaton,
captain and manager of the U. A. A.

first. Vhey can’t touch,you, Tole.”

,

Tole grinned in a superior and aggravating way.
‘hen Bradley set his teeth and managed to hit the
next one fairly on the trademark. It was a beautiful
spi, and brought the Fardale players up with
start, for it was quite unexpected.
_ Down to first pranced Billy.

‘’Ow is that for ’igh?” he cried, joyously.

“It was pretty low,” said Smart, running down to
act as coacher. “What made you do it, Billy? I
know you didn’t want to! I know it nearly broke
your heart! You should have fanned out, as you in-
tended to do! I’m sorry you didn’t!”

“Now we've got a start, fellows,”
“Not a man out, and Billy on first.
along, Darrell.”

Hal disliked to try a sacrifice, but he was ready to
obey Dick, so he walked out and waited for the kind
of a ball he wanted. Getting a good one, he bunted
and tried to beat it to first.

It was close, but the umpire declared Hal out.

said Dick.
| Sacrifice him

However, Bradley had reached second safely. * |

Kent looked grimly resolute as he walked out to
the plate. Dick had given him the signal to try to
place a safe hit in right field, which would permit
peadiey to score if he sprinted. .

“Be careful where you are; don’t get off that base
too far,’ sang Smart, on the coaching line. ‘You
don’t want to run, for that is hardly fun. Stick close
to second base, for that’s your proper place. We
must not get a score, because we might want more.”

“Sus-sus-stop that!” shouted Jolliby.
only fuf-fuf-feller on this tut-tut-team that has a right
to sus-sus-sing that way. I ha- HAYS to do it wh-when
J] can’t tut-tut-talk any other way.’

‘Kent met the ball handsomely and drove it along
the ground between second and first. Anson was a
dandy on second, and he could cover an amazing
- amount of ground. He got off now and stopped tl 1e
ball by a a stab of his left hook.

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Kent was racing down to first at top speed, and
Anson snapped the ball to Seaton.

The runner was out, but Bradley had been ad-
vanced to third base.

‘Now, a hit!” was the cry. “A hit means a run.”

Bol Singleton rose to his feet, staggering a bit.
He was still white as a sheet of paper, but he set his
jaws and tried to brace up.
he muttered to himself. “Got to
Here is where we win this game!

“Got to do it!”
make a hit now!
I will—I will!”

“Line it out,
come next,
hefty.”

Singleton stood up to the plate and looked toward
the pitcher. Through a blur he saw a figure about
where the pitcher ought to stand. Vaguely he saw
other figures, which he knew were basemen, and pos-
sible outfielders. The one he believed was the
pitcher seemed to make a move of some sort, and
something whistled past Bob.

“One strike!’ declared the umpire.

Singleton brushed his hand across his eyes,

“I didn’t see it at all,” he muttered.
the ball! I must hit it!” °

Again the pitcher seemed to swing his long arms,
but, without seeing the ball at all, Singleton struck.

“Two strikes!’

A shout of derision went up from the crowd, for
all saw that Bob had not come within two feet of the
which was nearly level with thetop of his head.

pard,’”’ urged Brad Buckhart. “I

and I opine I can swat it somewhat

“I must see

ball,

“It's no use!” helplessly thought the big fellow. .
“T can’t do a thing if | can’t see.” ™ |

Again he swept his hand over his eyes. For a mo-
ment it seemed to clear his vision.

Tole sent in a swift straight one.

30b fouled it.

Bradley was playing off third, every nerve thaddad
ready to race home. ;

“Dll hit it now!” thought Singleton.
I’m coming round all right.”

Tole gave him a Ingh inshoot, and at the moment
when he started to strike, every thing blurred before
Big Bob again.

He did not touch the ball. aah -

“Batter is out!”

“That’s their last chance,” observed one of the.
spectators. “Fardale will not make a run now. —

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CHAPTER VIL.
THE FIRST RUN.

Fred Kennedy drew a breath of relief when Single-
ton struck out.

“The best, batter on the team,” he said; “but some-
thing seemed to be the matter with him then.”

At his side sat Dave Dodge, alert, silent, watching
everything keenly.

“Kennedy, you've. fluked,” said Dodge, in a low
tone.

“How?”

“{ don’t know how; but you must see it yourself.
Dick Merriwell is on his feet, and he’s getting better,
with every inning. You said he could not last the
game half-way through. We are on the sixth inning
now.” 3

“Tt’s queer!’ muttered Kennedy. “He drank the
stuff, I am sure of that.”

“What's the matter there? One of the Fardale
players has pitched over!” : !

“Tt’s the big fellow, Singleton—the one who just
batted.”

“T noticed he looked white and acted dopey.
Great Scott!” Dodge turned to Kennedy, asking in
alow tone: “Didn’t you make a mistake somehow
and get the stuff into that fellow, instead of Merri-
well? You must have done that!”

“Ridiculous!’’ said the sleight-of-hand © man.
“How could such a thing happen?”

“T don’t know how it happened, but I’ll wager al-
most anything you like that it did happen. The big
fellow was so strong that he lasted thus far into the
game, Now, he’s done up.”

They would have discussed this further, but Dodge
noticed that a man near them acted as if he might be
listening, and he shut Kennedy off.

Singleton had keeled over helplessly after start-
ing toward first base. He was nauseated, and soon
commenced to retch. They had to carry him off
the ground. :

“Now, isn’t that splendid!” observed Smart.
“Could anything happen more fortunately? He was
right in the way on first! We don’t need him! Not
at all!”

Scudder was the substitute.

“Shut your teeth and freeze to everything,” ad-

viséd Dick, speaking in a low tone to Uric. ‘Play as

if your life depended on catchitig every ball and you
meant to live a thousand years.”

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“You may depend on me to do my best,” said Uric.

Was this the same weak, vacillating Scudder Dick
had known on first coming to Fardale? It did not
seem possible. Even the fellow’s weak chin was
growing firmer and squarer as his character changed.
And all this change had been brought about in a
short time.

Dick had not believed it possible for a fellow like
Scudder to change about and become so radically dif-
ferent, and even now he often feared it would not
last. Some day he expected to learn that Uric had
relapsed into his old ways.

So Scudder was placed on first, and the game went
on, while a doctor attended to Singleton, who had
been carried into the dressing-rooms beneath the
grandstand.

Satisfied that there had been a dastardly attempt
to drug him, and that Singleton had fallen the victim
instead, Dick was all the more anxious and deter-
mined to win the game. His fighting blood was
fully aroused, but he knew it would take some of the
confidence out of the team having Scudder on first in
the place of Big Bob. That confidence must be re-
stored somehow.

McElroy was the hitter, and thus far Dick had
failed to find the weak spot in the armor of the U. AL
A.’s third-baseman. Now, he tried the fellow with a
hot inshoot.

McElroy stepped back and slugged the ball, driv
ing it along the ground toward Smart.

Ted was anxious to pick it up clean in order to
have plenty of time to make a handsome throw into
Scudder’s hands. His anxiety led him to fumble,
and he had not a second to spare when he finally got
the ball.

In his haste, the little shortstop made a bad throw,
that was low and wide.

“Ah!” cried the excited spectators.

Scudder stretched out. With his toe on the bag,
he flung himself at full length on the ground. The
ball struck in his mitt and was held there by his right
hand. |

“Out!” declared the umpire, who had run swiftly,
toward first to be close enough to see perfectly
whether the runner of the ball reached there in ad-
vance. :

“That's rotten, Scudder!’ cried Smart. “You had.
no license to catch that balll It was bad playing!”

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giving the fellow a smile. “Singleton couldn’t have
done better.”

That was enough to give Scudder perfect confi-
dence,

“What kindyof kids are these from Fardale?” cried
aman in the crowd. “If they play faster baseball
than this in the National League, I’d like to see it!
I’ve never seen it yet!”

At the beginning of the game, it had been evident

_ that the majority of the spectators fully anticipated

U. A. A. to walk over the visitors with ease. This
had been the result so many times in the past with
other teams that they could not dream these fresh-
faced boys would be able to put up an interesting
game against the team that claimed the amateur
championship of the State.

Uniontown had no real right to the title of “ama-
teur champions,” as there were salaried men on the
team, but they tried to hide the facts concerning the
payment of salaries, so that they might sail under the
amateur flag.

The astonishing playing of the cadets had won
On the other
hand, remembering how the home team had de-
feated other far more pretentious nines, the hot fight
of the visitors led many to shout all the louder for
Uniontown, thinking it would be a disgrace to meet
defeat at the hands of a Jot of “kids.”

There was still another element that had a strong
interest in the defeat of Fardale. The gamblers had
given odds that Uniontown would win. The repu-

tation of Dick Merriwell as a pitcher had enabled

them to find plenty of bets when they made the odds
large enough.

Chief among this class were Dave Diedaee and Fred
enneds. who were in partnership, although Dodge
had done all the betting. Kennedy kept in the back-

ground, but he was deeply interested.

Before the game Kennedy had been sent to find

out if Dick Merriwell really was such a remarkable
He returned
~ and informed Dodge that young Merriwell was said
to be a perfect marvel.
pitched the sports who had seen his work in the box

young pitcher as reports indicated.
‘In fact, wherever, Dick had

were willing to bet even money that Uniontown

, would be defeated.

- Then it was that Dodge and Kennedy plotted to
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‘Bill begat draw the boy umtO.

a fight and beat him so he would not be able to pitch,
they believed. But Bill might give it away the first
time he got drunk, so it was arranged that Kennedy
should endeavor to get “dope” into Dick.

This scheme had not worked, for Singleton was.

the unfortunate fellow who swallowed the drug so
deftly dropped into the ire beer by the sleight-of-
hand rascal.

And now the game Fardale was putting up kept
both Kennedy and Dodge on the anxious seat.

“A bad piece of business, old man!’ muttered
Dodge, shaking his head, “I depended on you. I
would not permit Bones to—— :

”

.“Bones!” interrupted Kennedy, contemptuously.
“Why, he picked a quarrel with Merriwell of his own
accord, and the kid knocked him stiff. What if you
had depended on Bones?”

“T should not have permitted him to get so drunk.
You know well enough he could smash the boy when
he’s sober.”

“He ought to.”

“Ought to? Why, of course he can!”

“T wouldn’t swear to it. . That youngster is a holy
terror. Why, these Uniontown fellows have been

telling round how they would bat him out of the-box.

They haven’t made a safe hit off him yet—not a
single one.”
“Because they thought him too easy.
had great support. You know that.”
“Dave,” said Kennedy, “I, can't ing this. If

And he has

those youngsters should heppen to win, I’d be out

over two hundred dollars.”

“And I over three hundred.
lose on a game like this.”

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sary.”

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: taking from his pocket a rubber bulb, to which was
attached a slender piece of tubing running to an arti- j
ficial flower. . |

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face. He doesn’t suspect me. I'll get a chance to

‘talk to him, and I'll find a way to throw the stuff into

his face. I’m going to fill the thing now.”

But as Kennedy rose to depart there came a great
shout from the spectators, for Anson, who had
reached first after two men were out, crossed second
as Douglass muffed Ince’s long fly. On to third
raced Anson, with Ince reaching first safely.

Douglass quickly picked up-the ball and threw to
Darrell, who whirled like a flash and sent the sphere
whistling to Bradley.

In his haste, Darrell made a bad throw far over
Billy's head, and the spectators rose in a roaring
mass as Anson crossed third and tore up the dirt
along the line toward the home plate.

With his heart in his mouth, Bradley raced after
the ball, got it and sent it whistling home. Anson
slid, but Buckhart put the ball onto him before he
was within two feet of the plate.

“The runner is safe!’ declared the umpire.

“Safel” howled the Texan. ‘Whoop!
How is he safe?
the plate? I did, I know!” .

“I declared a block ball,” said the umpire. ‘The
ball struck the leg of a spectator after it passed over
third and bounded back. But for that, your third-
baseman could not have secured it in time to throw
home and tag this runner.”

In his excitement, Buckhart had not heard the
umpire call the block ball.

And now Ince, who had reached second, hearing

Safe?

the words of the umpire, made a break for ‘third:

Brad threw the ball to Dick, who leaped into his
box, took it and sent it to Bradley.

Billy got the ball in time to nail Ince on the slide,
but U. A. A. had squeezed in a run by the aid of two
errors and a blocked ball, and Fred Kennedy sat

down, laughingly observing:

“T don’t believe I'll be compeiled to try the trick,
Dan. The kids will go to pieces now. Uniontown
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CHAPTER VIII.
HITTING IT SOME.

Hugh Douglass came in from the field a his
head hanging and his face showing his mortification,

while Billy Bradley was almost sobbing. Hal Dar-

reil was crimson,

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“I lost the game, Dick!” said Hugh, huskily, in a
heartbroken way. “I am to blame for it all! I’m
not fast enough for the team.”

“I lost the game myself by that bum throw!”
grated Darrell. “I knew I was no fit man for the
position I’m playing. Why did they put me there?”

“That will do, both of you!” came from Dick.
“I’ve had perfect support up to this, and you tried
to do your best in this inning. That’s all I ask of
anybody.”

“But I can’t play second base!” exclaimed Hal.

“Somebody had to play that position. ‘Steve
Nunn is out of it since he was hurt, and you’re the
best man. Don’t get sore on yourself just because
you made one wild throw. This game is not lost
yets’

“You bet your boots it isn’t!” said Buckhart.
“We're going in now and knock the cover off the old
ball. You hear me shout!”

He selected his own heavy slugger and spat on his
hands.

‘This is where we get into the game,” he asserted.
“Pard,” appealing to Dick, “may I slug her? May I
hit her a terrible swipe? May I knock her a mile?”

“Bat as you like,” said Dick.

As Brad stood up to the plate Bill Bones, his face
plastered and red, came along behind the bench of
the visiting team and found a seat on the bleachers
beside another tough-looking fellow. Then he be-
gan to insult Dick and the Fardale boys, using the
most offensive language.

“You're a lot of stiffs!” he said. ‘Me an’ Mike
Slattery kin clean out your whole gang. You're a
bum set of ball players. You oughter go learn how
to play ball. You don’t know a baseball from a
bushel basket. You're slobs!’”

“That's about the limit!’ panted Darrell, who was
in anything but a pleasant mood. “I'll have to
punch him in a minute, if he doesn’t dry up!”

“Don’t pay any attention to him,” ordered Dick.
“Don’t notice him at all. I forbid it.” :

So they sat there, while Bones continued to insult
them, choosing Dick in particular to heap abuse
upon. ~*

This was too much for the spectators in the vicin- ©
ity, and some of them began to Sass whereupon the
ruffian swore at them.

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suited him. Two balls and one strike had been called
on him when Tole put a high swift one over.

Brad met it, and the crack of bat and ball sounded
like a pistol shot.

It was a beautiful drive straight out over the head
of the shortstop, and the Texan went dashing for
first like a mad mustang. He did not stop on first,
but cireled to’ the left as sharply as he could at that

speed and kept on to second.
_ Chase ran the ball down and secured it. He threw
. to second, but Buckhart slid and made the bag safely,
which caused the admirers of the visitors to whoop.

“Qh, what a weak little hit that was!” exclaimed
Smart, dancing about on the coaching line. “I’m
ashamed of you, Buckhart! You never could hit
any! And you're growing worse and worse!
Pretty soon you will get so poor that you'll only
make two or three two-baggers in a game!’

“Rotten! rotten! rotten!” howled Bones. “It was
an accident! He couldn't do it ag’in ina year!”

Dick rose and bent over the bats to pick out his
own particular slugger.

“You're rotten, too!” shouted Bones. “You're a
dub! You can’t play ball or anything else!”

Dick quietly pulled the bats over, which seemed to |

enrage the ruffian more than a retort would have
done.
_ Of a sudden Bits watilted the rail behind Dick,
and was close upon the captain of the nine.

“T say you're a dub!” he cried, as he placed one
of his dirty hands on the shoulder of the captain of
the Fardale team.

Dick whirled, seized the fellow and literally pitched |

him headlong over the rail into the stomach ofthe
tough-looking thug beside whom Bones had been
sitting. Then, as the gasping crowd laughed and

cheered, young Merriwell selected his bat and walked

out to the plate.

Bones was stunned for a moment, but he began
to swear horribly, whereupon two uniformed officers

appeared and attempted to take him. into custody.

He put up a fight, in which he was joined by his
- friend, and the officers were compelled to draw their
clubs.

The excitement of this encounter caused the um-

pire to call time, and the players rested while the
officers were subduing the two paiene: and taking

es from the ground.

} ting short.”

 

“There,” said the umpire, “perhaps the game will
continue in an ordérly manner now. Play!’

The manner in which Dick had disposed of the in-
toxicated ruffian caused him to be regarded with still
greater wonder afid admiration by the spectators.

But now something happened that electrified them
all.

The very first ball delivered by Tole happened to
be just to Dick’s liking. Up to this time, young
Merriwell had not made a safe hit, but now, without
any apparent great effort, he met the ball fairly and
lined it out handsomely toward the right field fence,
just where the field was shortest. In fact, Dick had
liked that particular spot in the fence, having ob-
served it early in the game, and resolved to drop a
ball over it, if he could get one just to suit his fancy.

At first, it seemed that the ball would strike the
fence and bound back into the field. |

Buckhart was legging it for third as soon as the
ball shot off from the bat and he saw it looked like
a hit. He was determined to go home, if possible,
and on the coaching line 'Jolliby was wildly dancing
and waving liis arms, while he shouted:

“Sus-sus-sus-sus-sus fy

Just what Jolliby meant to say no one ever knew,

 

for the ball sailed out of sight over the fence, and the

lanky fellow promptly stood on his head and wildly
waved his long legs in the air, while the spectators
thundered their applause, and Dick slackened up to.
trot round the bases.

_ There was a great demonstration as young Merri-
well came down the line from third.

The members
of the Fardale team meer ed him, and the spectators
joined in.

On the bleachers sat two gamblers who looked dis-
gusted and nervous.

“Well, what do you think of that?” sauttered Fred
Kennedy.

“T think it would not aiit Vuineeel if, you had
done your part of the job as rs should,” was the
angry retort of Dave Dodge. “That bi is mahi to
cost us a lot of good money.’

“Something aad be done.”

“Well, it’s up to you to do it.

“Tl have to do it now,”
“You'll have to be lively about it,

You know what I ae
agreed to do with you if you put Merriwell out of —
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“Til be back in ten minutes—yes, in

one inning

There are only two
ave the lead.”
five,” said
Kennedy. “And, I'll be ready to fix him then.”

He hurriedly left his seat and hastened from the
field. x

Tole was white with anger when Jolliby faced him
at the plate. Up to this inning he had managed to
keep the hitting down, but now two hits had secured
two runs, and not a man was out.

“Stand back from the plate, you chalkmark!” he
aanped.

“T’m bub-bub-back f
ahead an pup-pup-pitch the ball,”

In a rage, Tole threw the ball straight at Jolliby,
who twisted about so that it struck him glancingly
on the back.

far enough,’ said Chip. “Go

said the um Ipire.

Seaton raised a kick at once, declaring that Jolliby
had not tried to avpid the ball.

“He was standing in his position,’
“Your pitcher

“Take your base,

said the untt-
pire. tried to force him back farther
When he
threw straight at him.
Batter up. Play ball.”
They knew it was useless to'argue further with
that umpire. , So Seaton,walked out to Tole and
talked to him a moment in a low tone, telling him to

did not get back, the pitcher
] have given him his base.

cool down and not throw the game away.
ae) 5

shot ’em over with
and Hugh Douglass

Tole did cool down. Then ‘he
all sorts of bends and twists,

tyaned out.

“Move back the fence! I" cried Smart, a8 he waltzed
out to the plate. “I’m going to hit it an awful crack!
{ can’t help it! It’s a habit I have.”

But he put up,a little pop fly that'was scooped by

Tole himself, and two men were out.

Simart did not mind the guying of the crowd. He

 Jaughed at it in a way that-caused the crowd to like
D> a
Arm: \

“but I didn’t
He’s had them
For goodness sake, do

“I'm a great batter,” he declared:

“strike out, Bradley! Don’t rub it in!”
“When Hi strike hut) rit’ll be because Fi’ ‘ave to,’
grimly muttered Billy. oA pr sa
But this was the time when he had to, for Tale had:

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found Billy’s weak spot, and he worked the Cockney
youth handsomely. As Bradley fanned the third

time he uttered an exclamation of disgust and flung
down the bat.

But the inning ended with Fardale one run to the
good.

And Dick Merriwell went into the box determined
to hold Uniontown down, if it lay in his power.

Kennedy came hurrying back to the field to find
Dick in the and he watched the young wonder
of Fardale shoot the ball over the plate with such
speed and skill that three Uniontown batters fell be-
fore him without making anything that resembled a
hit.

box,

“For Heaven’s sake!” “do some-

the game

muttered Dodge,
thing in a hurry, or that boy will have
clinched !”

“I’m .all ready to “The
yet if it
strikes dim in the face it will finish him in less than
thirty séconds.”

¥

do it,” said Kennedy.

spray will be so fine that it will not be seen,

OHATTER IX.

WHAT A BALK COST,

did not know that Dick’s keen eyes had
detected him in the crowd in company with Dave
Dodge, nor was he aware that the boy had any rea-
son for suspecting

Kennedy
hi

him.
Coming down to the rail back of the bench used
by the visiting players, he called to Dick:
“Mr. Merriwell!”’
a Wick
stare,
“Sic?

“Please come here a moment,”

looked round and gave the fellow an icy

urged the sleight-
“T have something important to tell

e

of-] tard fellow,

you.”
“You may tell it after the game.” ;
“But it’s important,” insisted Kennedy. © “You

ought to know it right away,”
“T think it will keep. Iam busy now.”
“You'll regret it if you don’ t listen, It’s for your
own good,’
“Mr. Kennedy,” said, Dick,

good to keep out of my reach.

“it will be for your

39

“What do you mean?” demanded the fellow, with a
pretense of surprise and indignation. “This is a nice

way to treat one who would be friendly f

 
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“Your friendship is well understood by me,” said
Dick. “I have no further words to waste on you.”
Balked in his effort, Kennedy retreated.
—“Tt’s no use, Dodge,” he said. ‘‘The chap is onto

9

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“It’s got to be some use!” Dodge grated. “You
must do the trick somehow.”

“Tf I could get face to face with hin——’’

“Do it!’ Rte

“Jump the rail as Bones did

“And meet the;reception Bones received!”

“Never mind what happens, if you can get in your
work.”

But while they were arguing over it, Darrell, Kent
and Scudder went out in order, and Fardale took the
- field again.

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“Boys,” said Seaton, as the home team came to
their bench, “we’ve got to do something this time.
It will be an everlasting disgrace to have these kids
beat us! Why, we've regarded Fardale as t5o easy
to arrange games with, and we gave them ‘this game
because we could not’ get any other just now, and
because we warited to settle all controversy by beat-
ing them so badly there would be no necessity of
meeting them again. Just think what it means to
lese this game! Think of the money they'll carry off
—two-thirds of the gate receipts! Why, I didn’t
offer to pay them a regular guarantee, because I
didn’t believe we could turn out a good crowd with
them. I prefetred to play them on the dividend
plan. I’m sorry, even if we win, for they’ll get more
than we've paid afiy other team. But what if they
win? Say, we’ve just got to have this game!”

The thought of losing so much money made the-

manager of the U. A. A. nine ‘desperate. He was
the first batter up, and he had his wits keenly
him. Dick had not given a single base on balls, but
Seaton made a desperate try for one. Only when
the last ball was shooting over the inside corner did
he give up hope pf working that trick, for he felt that
the third strike would be called by the umpire. »The
best umpires make mistakes, however, and this gen-
tleman was no exception, for he called itva ball, and
Seaton trotted, down to first, ratty with surprise
and joy. |

The umpire looked sick deck muttered something
to himself. No one understood just what he mut-
tered, but his words were:
me? AY meant te call that a strike!”

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Dick had evinced some surprise at the decision,
Ha satisfied that the umpire was perfectly
auare, he did not make a kick. He showed by his
manner that he doubted the justness of the decision,
and let * go at that.

Buckhart, however,
check. 5

“Right over the corner!” he declared.
know! Wasn’t that a soaker!”

Now, Uniontown settled down to win a run, any-
how. The time was past when the batters’ enter-
tained the opinion that they could prance up to the
plate and get a hit anyway. They had given up all
hope of batting Dick Merriwell out of the box. And
now they proceeded to sacrifice Seaton along.

Dick saw that Drake meant to bunt, and he’ was
on his toes, running in a little immediately after
pitching the ball. For all of this, the batter bunted,
sending the ball lazily rolling down the line toward
third base. 7

Dick got it on the jump, but when he turned he
saw that it would be impossible to stop Seaton;
therefore, he was compelled to throw to first.

Scudder smothered the ball, and Drake was out.

But the fellow’s object had been attained, and
Seaton was advanced a base.

McElroy was regarded as the heavy hitter of the
team, and had been placed fourth on the list for that
very reason. Now he begged Seaton, by a signal,
to permit him to hit hard at the ball, fora fine line
hit meant a run. Bas on

Seaton, however, remembering that up to this
point McElroy, for all of his reputation as a batter,
had. not succeeded in doing much of anything by

but,

could not hold himself in

"Tt was, 1

swinging, signed back for another sacrifice.

Dick held the Uniontown captain as close to sec-
ond as possible, forcing him-to lunge back in a anne y
several times by quick turns and throws.

McElroy, tried to disguise the fact that he meant
to bunt. He took hold os the bat, as if he meant to
swing hard.

Dick whistled over a jump ball.

- The batter shortened his hold on his bat, holding it

‘Joosely, and tried: to bunt toward first.

The ball rose with such a sharp jump that McElroy .
did not touch it. oH
‘Look out for him, pard!” cried Buckhart.

“You (
tumble to his tr ick, I réckon.”’ ;

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so he kept them
balls were

to-bunt a high ball and place it,
high, with the result that three
him, one after another. .

“Got him in a hole!’ cried Seaton, from second.
“His jump ball won't do the trick this time. It’
use. Take another, Mac.”

Dick knew it would be “playing the game”
batter's s part to let the next ball go by. Greenhorns
were the ones who always struck at good balls, but
McElroy was no greenhorn. The chances were he
would let it go over, and Dick used a swift, straight
ball.

‘Two strikes!’ declared the umpire.

Dick had made no mistake, for McElroy did not
even wiggle his bat.

“Now, 1 opine it’s different!” cried
“He'll have to swing at the next one.
Ate ;

_ The excitement at this stage of the game was
great. The sympathy of the crowd had swung back
and forth, and it seemed that many of the spectators
were anxious that both teams should win! Outside
of the gamblers and toughs, the spectators made a
very fair and impartial g cheering all the
good plays.
‘“Put.it over!
agely. Go 8

Merriwell laughed.

“You'd much rather 1 wouldn't,”
“71 hit it a mile!” declared the batter.

“Make it half a mile,” begged Dick.

“Make him pitch, Mr; U mpire!”’ cried McEl roy,
who was growing more nervous every moment.’

*\ Laughingly Dick delivered the ball, just as the um-
pire opened his, mouth to say something.

Tt was a beauty, but McElroy, true to the direc-
tions of his capté iin, bunted towar d first.

called on

s ho

on the

Buckhart.
You hear

rathering,

Put it over!” cried McElroy, say-

he said.

Dick was over toward first- asd line before the ball
mr left the bat, for he knew the correct play under those
Po hepibntaneés, ci it was his object to stop Seaton.

aFie would have been successful, too, but for Buck-

hart, who ee ‘Abe n aiter the | ball and snatched it

from beneath Dick’s fingers.

“Third!” was the cry; but Brad threw to erat

— McEI roy was caught, but Seaton Was now on third
base. | aa -

~ Howev er, two men were out.

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Dick was determined that Seaton should not bring
in the run that would tie.

Buckhart gave a signal, then paused to adjust his»
mask. Having fixed the mask, he crouched under
Just as Dick
Buck-

causing young Merriwell to hes-

the bat, and Dick prepared to pitch,

had made the first movement of his deliv ery,

hart again signaled, c
itate and pause, ee
“Judgment, M1 cried Seaton,

Umpire!’ running

off third and starting for home. “Judgment on a
balk!”

The declared it a balk, and
Seaton gayly pranced in to the plate with the fun

that tied the game!

umpire promptly

CHAPTER X.
PLUCK WINS.

H ow the crowd roared! The game was tied, and
it was a time of wild excitement. Never on that
ground had there been a more thrilling game.

Some.expressed regret that Uniontown had been
able to tie the nanner, but most of
the aia questioning
how it had happened. |

Faces were flushed, eyes e “ee
themselves by

score in such a
witnesses were delighted,
and middle-
shonting and
cheering.

The joy of Fred Kennedy was unbounded.

knock him out that
“We'll win the game

“Don’t believe it’s necessary to

way, Dodge,” he fluttered.
now !”

“Don't think it!’ returned Dave Dodge,
grimly. “That was just pure luck, and Uniontown
would not have scored at all, if it ae happened,
See if he doesn’t dispose of Cl lase.’

Indeed, the bases being clear? Dick put on steam
and caused Chase to fan at three jump balis.

So the ninth inning began with the score two te

a Ou.

‘two. , : ’

“Get in your work somehow, Kennedy,” -com-
manded Dodge. ‘‘If Merriwell is unable to pitch the
last half of this inning, Uniontown will win, They’ll
bat the eye out of any other pitcher nO kids can
stand up.”
“But he w on’t talk 4 to me,” said ‘Gein.
“Then jump.the raft’ as Bill Bones did, and face
him on that side, All you w ant is a moment,” ne
on hat’s all.”

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“Then. go ahead.”

Buckhart was at the plate when there came an-
other interruption. Obeying Dodge, Kennedy
jumped the rail and walked quickly out to the bench
of the visiting players. He was pale but determined,
and he said:

“Mr. Merriwell, I must tell you something for your
own benefit. As you Won’t come to me, I must
come to you.”

Dick suspected a trick, and he rose, keenly on the
alert. As he straightened up, his face came in range
of the artificial flower on Kennedy’s coat lapel. In-
stantly, forth from the flower shot a fine spray, the
odor of which came to Dick strongly.

It did not seem possible that this could be a trick
of any importance, and still young Merriwell fancied
it must be.

“You want a little of the same medicine I gave

Mr. Bones!” he exclaimed, quickly grasping Ken-
nedy by the collar and whirling him round.

“Hands off me, you fool!” cried the tricky rascal.
“Tf you dare cs ‘

Dick did not pause to waste words with the fel-
low. Running him two steps toward the rail, he
pitched him over, just as le had pitched Bones over.

“Stay on that side, now!” he said. “If you come
back here I’ll handle you worse than that!”

One of the officers came forward and volunteered
to remove Kennedy from the ground, if Dick said so;
but Dick shook his head, saying:

“Let him remain as long as he minds his business
and keeps away from me.”
“Oh, Pil keep away!”
you're beaten! You can’t win this game!

fluke in this inning!” SNe

“Did you succeedg” anxiously asked Dodge, as
Kennedy returned to his side.

‘Sure thing.”

“But I didn’t see anything.”

“Of course not.. The spray was so aire, you could
not see it from here.”

“You hit him?” 4

“Yes. Didn’t you see him dodge his head.”

“And it will work in time?” |

“Sure thing. Wait. You'll see.
him in the eyes.
has to go out there to pitch.’ 2

“Blind ?”

“That's what.”

“But
You'll

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snarled Kennedy.

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“But—but it bi not injure him permanently ¢°

“Not liable to.’

“Tt might ?”

“T guess not. Anyhow, we had to win this game.’

The: game was progressing, Buckhart trying to
pick out another good one and ‘hit it safe. In this,
however, he was unsuccessful, Tole succeeding in
forcing him to put up an easy infield fly, which was
apt |

Nith'one man out, Dick Merriwell advanced to the
plate. <A strange blur was forming over his left eye.
which had been struck by the spray from the artificial
flower on Kennedy’s coat, and he was beginning to
suspect that he knew why the spray had been thrown
into his face. Fortunately, it had not struck his
right eye fairly. His head felt queer, and he was
rather weak and numb.

Still, Dick managed’to pick out a good ball and
drop it safely over the infield and inside the outfield.

Jolliby followed him.

Standing on first base, Dick closed his right eye
and discovered that everything ee hazy and in-
distinct with his left.

“If I ever get round these bases,”
“{’ve got to doit in a hurry.”

Apparently he was not thinking of trying for sec-
ond, and Tole, observing this started on a slow,
swinging delivery. »

Immedi ately, Dick dusted for second.

Seeing him start, Tole hastened to deliver the ball,
and Ince lined it down to Anson.

But Dick covered the distance at wonderful speed
and made a beautiful slide that landed him safely on
the bag he desired.

‘““Doesn’t seem to be any thing the matter with him
now,” said Dodge. “I don’t believe you touched
him, Kennedy.”

“T did!’ declared the other.
his eyes! He is feeling it now!” .
Indeed, Dick was passing his evened over his eyes in
a dazed manner.

“Simply rubbing some dust out of his ey es,
Drake.

Jolliby appeared mightily anxious to hit the ball.
His eagerness deceived Tole, who fancied he could
lead the lank fellow into reaching after wide ones.

he thought,

“TLook—see ue rub

”

said

In fact, Chip worked the pitcher and led him to get _

himself into a hole by giving three balls straight.
Then Chip showed that le knew something about.
playing ball as it should be played, for he stood up
and refused to wiggle his bat at the next two, al-
though both of them came oyer the heart of the
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a fixedly toward the plate.

place would have struck at, the first one; an ordinary
batter would have struck at the second one, at least;
but the batter who knew his business would have
ass.

Now, Tole knew Chip was liable to hit hard at the
next one, and so he took pains to make it one the
batter would not be likely to hit safely. In doing
this, he failed to get the ball over, and Chip gave him
the “horse laugh” as he dropped the bat and trotted
down toward first.

Ince tossed the ball along into the ground toward
first base, which was a habit he had. Just now the
habit proved a bad one, for Dick Merriwell sprinted
for third, which he reached safely before Seaton
could get the ball and throw across.

' Seaton gave Incé a call down.

Douglass was anxious when he came up, but he
found one that looked just right, and hit it hard, driv-
ing it far into left field.

                                    

Ted Smart was on the coaching line near third,
and Dick Merriwell said:
“Tell me, Ted, the instant the ball is caught! Tell

me when to go! Ican’t see!’

He remained on third.

“Now!” shouted Smart, as the ball struck in the
hands of Durkee, and Merriwell dashed toward the
plate like a flash.

Durkee tried to stop him, but the throw fell short,
and Dick came in safely with the run. that put Far-
dale in the lead. When he got up, he could not find
the bench, and one of the boys led him to it, where
he began to bathe his eyes in cold water.

He did not let the boys know what was the matter.
He could see with his right eye, only things were
blurred. With his left he was almost blind. His

heart was full of fury at Kennedy, but he knew his

team would be thrown into such consternation that
the game might be lost if he told them the truth.

Tole steamed up and struck out Smart in a hurry,
and the time had come for Dick to go into the box.

Could he do it?
He looked round and found that he could see figures
at a distance, although they were uncertain. Surely
he could not see Buckhart’s signals.

“Brad,” he said, in a low tone, having called the
“T will give’ the signals. Watch me this
time.” an

“Ajl right, pard,’ said Buckhart. “Hold ’em
down. We've got ‘em, if you do.”

In the box, Dick found he could see the batter
hazily, but he could not see the plate, which hé was
compelled to locate by the positions of the batter and,
catcher.

Never in his life had Dick pitched better than he
did that inning. Yet he seemed to be straining. his
Before
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termined face awed the batters and filled the specta-
tors with wonder. The soul within him.was winning
that game, and the silent, wondering witnesses began
to understand it.

They could not hit him safely. In fact, the first
two batters barely fouled the ball once each. He
struck them out handsomely.

“It’s all over, pard!’ cried Buckhart.
surely in fancy form now!”

Loppinger was the third hitter. After two strikes
were called on him he hit the ball hard and fair.

Dick heard bat and ball strike, and he flung up his
hands to protect his face, as he could not see. The
ball went straight as a bullet into his hands, and he
held it!

The game was over.

But when Dick Merriwell’s friends rushed onto the
diamond to congratulate him they found him walking
round and round in a circle, holding the ball in his
hands and groaning:

“Oh, that devil, Kennedy! I am blind! blind!
Find him! Catch him! Blind! blind! blind!’

X* XK % % Ke * *

Two hours later Dick’s sight came back to him.
It was a great relief and happiness, for he had feared °
it was destroyed. ~

But Kennedy had escaped, having rushed from the
baseball ground the moment the game was finished.
Nor was he apprehended, for he had lost no time in
getting out of Uniontown.

The Fardale nine and Captain Merriwell were
given a mad reception by the cadets when they re-
turned home, and the story of Dick’s wonderful play-
ing after being blinded by a dastardly enemy thrilled

all who heard it, and caused them to ante the
plucky youth with untold amazement.

It is pluck that wins! More than eas Dick’s
nerve had saved the athletic committee from financial
embarrassment.

“You're

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THE END,

THE NEXT NUMBER (322) WILL CONTAIN

DICK MERRIWELL'S TEAM;

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OR,

The Young Wonders of the Diamond.

Soon coming!
The world-fa-
mous pitcher of the double-shoot will twirl the
sphere once more. Be on the lookout for the great
stories of Frank Merriwell’s Summer Baseball Team!

Good news for Tip Top readers!

   
     
   
  

   
  
   
  
  
  
  
   
    
    
  
    
  
  

 

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APPLAUSE.

NOTICE TO APPLAUSE CONTRIBUTORS.

In view of the fact that Tip Top is now receiving several
thousand letters weekly, it is necessary that all. letters to this
column shall be concise and brief. ‘Mahe real art of letter writing
‘consists. in stating your views and opinions in well-chosen lan-
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ah cine tecie

We boys up in the wilds of Maine can enjoy good literature as
well as the boys of other States, and we wish to write and express
our admiration for your splendid publication. We are proud of
the fact that Mr. B. L.
Tree State. We are very much interested in Dick, and Elsie and

. Inza we’admire very much,
and Mr, Standish, and hope he. will continue the
Yours forever, W.L-WISHERS OF THE

Hebron, Me. | Leet

~The Pine Tree State is one of the best in the whole glorious
Union, and when it comes to the Maine woodsinen being: ardent
‘readers of good literature, their opinions are} worth having.» So
let us hear from you again, andy what you are thinking of our

young hero, DICK MI: RRIWELL.

good work.
‘Tr Tor,

- Although we have teak all the Tip Tops up to date, this is
the first time we had to thank you for publishing such an in-
teresting weekly. In regard to the racket about Bart, Merriwell’s

bést friend, every one who says he oughi to be out of the flock |

had better not come around us—as Brad says, “You hear me
shout!” Perhaps they, have brain fever, of
troubles their coco. Dick is the real thing. He is making as

many friends as ever among his enemies, except Darkmore, whom
we doubt has any good in him; but Darrell, Savage and some
“others will be in Dick’s flock. As for Scudder, he is all right
since he got that ¢rack on his head. We hope Dick will get Doris,
and Darrell, Felecia, and Brad, Zona.
Applause Column, and wishing good luck to Tip Top, Mr. Stand-
Ash. and Street & mie we remain, Tip Top admirers,

~ Honolulu, H. I. Joun S. C. and F. Ropricugs.

Thank you. bs esas

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oc Mah Liste

This is my aii lever to your ecilivtes ers In reading
the Jast number of the Tip Top, I saw J. B. N

J.) letter, in which he severely criticised Mr. Hilderbrandt for
Ageia piece: y things about Mr. G. W..

i pena ng me. J. B. M. evidently thought the rest of

Standish hails from the good old Pine,

but we will leave Dick’s wife to time.

something that —

Hoping to, see this in the

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McNeill; also.

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‘est fault is her quick t

he would strike awe into our hearts by his Latin phrases. Tt is
not entirely right to find so much fault with G. W. McNeill, for
maybe he did not dislike Bart, but wished to gain notoriety ; if $0,
his- wish has been Baocnp de Although I am an Elsie admirer, I
think Mr. C. W. Cain is guilty of “doing Inza a great injustice
when he ay her “dishonorable.” Poor, ‘loyal Inza, whose great-
emper. Let our motto be, “Moderation in
all things.” Hoping to see this in print, I will close, wishing
Street & Smith, Burt’L., Frank and the flock success in all tee
Bart's Gtr. ApMrrer (N. B

Port Colborne, Ont., Can.

Your motto is an admirable one, and ought to bring peace to
the Applause Column, if it be generally adopted, as the Bart con-
troversy caused no end of disturbance.

Being a constant reader of the Tip Top Weekly, and not seein
any letters from this city, I thought I would take up a little o
your space. Dick is all right. I am glad Dick and Hal are
friends. Brad Buckhart is all right. I think he-’will make as
good. a catcher as noble Bart Hodge. Ted Smart can take the
place of Jack Ready. Three cheers for Burt L. and Frank, and
long life ‘to dear old Tip Top, I remain, a constant reader of
your dear old Tip Top, WILLTAM KIRVEN.

Fort Worth, Texas.

Thank you.

‘We are constant readers of the Tip Top Weekly, and have
read from No. 1 up to date, and think it very swell. In regard’
to the Elsie-Inza question, we think Inza is the girl for Frank.
We also think that Dick is O. K. “Three cheers for Street &
Smith and Burt L. Hoping to see this published in the next issue
of Tip Top, we remain, constant readers, Harotp Haas,

Monroe, La, Howard WRIGHT.

Thank you.

Being a constant reader of Tip Top, I wish to say that, con-
sidering the success that Tip Top has met with in the past, should

assure every reader that Mr. Standish knows whom to keep and

w hom to drop in the characters that appear in your ideal pub-
H.

lication.. Yours truly,

Rome, Ga.

Thank you very much for your concise, pleasant little letter,

I have been a reader of your splendid weekly for over two
vears, and | admire Tip Top very much. I wish you would put
Doris’, Hal's, Dicik’s, Zona’s and Buckhart’s pictures in a group
at the top of the first page, like Frank’s used to be. On that
Inza and Elsie ‘que stion, although I like Elsie the :best, I am
glad Bart got her, for I think that had it been otherwise every-
thing would have fone wrong. I like Elsie the best, but J want
Bart to get her. Those who are not in favor /of Bart had better
keep still... For by saying anything they just show their mean
natures, and they are the sort of people who give you a push
when you are down instead of giving you a lift. I have lots of
Tip Tops and other papers to exchange for best offer. An ad- —
mirer of Dick, Doris, Hal, part Frank and the Test. : yb

Chico, Cal. ,

Thank you.

 

Will you ats allow’ me space in the Applause Colanan: to
answer the letter in. No 313, from Dave Eliott, of Texas, .

which he takes exceptions toa statement in my letter which ee

why I say she is fickle. Mr.

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to jar any one.
Sti silly statement as that.
also s
danger.
but her being brave doesn’t etre that she is not fickle,
how he jumps the subject? —

peared in the Applause some time ago ov er the name, “A ‘New pp
York Boy in New-Orleans?” I wrote that Inza was fickle, and alte *
close readers of Tip Top who have read the stories must agree —
with me, for in the course of the stories Inza has been engaged —
to three other men before she promised herself to Frank. Thats
Elliott says, “No man ‘can say a girl
is fickle unless Le is fickle himself.” Well, { allow that’s enough
Dave

says Inza has proved. herself a brave girl in the face of be.
Well, I should smile. I never denied that she is brave; _

ave also says he “eats six- air sib ee
for breakfast, and it might not be a good thing for that New York

drummer to come as far as Austin.” Well, now, Dave, th ae
Tama New Yorker, and from

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Arkansas, the Indian Territory, Oklahoma, New Mexico, and even
parts of his own Texas, fér the last six years for nothing, and
when it comes to “trigger-play,” I’m a little some myself. I make
Fort Worth, Dallas and Texarkana regularly, and I might take a
notion to drop down to Austin (which, by the way, is not “the
only” town in Texas, as Davie seems to think) and give, him a
call. Anyhow, I hope to hear from him agam in the Applause
Column. But he must be careful of the “six-shooter” talk he
bats up to “A New York Boy 1n New OrteEANs.”

Warren, Ark.

That is right, stick to your opinioris, and we are glad to see
the “six-shooter” story does not daunt you in the least. We will
bet on you every time.

I have not seen much Applause from this part of the country,
so I thought I would write a few lines to give you my opinion
of Dick Merriwell. I think he is a fine fellow. Hal Darrell is
an upright gentleman. Give my best regards to Brad, Hugo and
the rest. I wish Frank and Dick and the flock would visit old
Plymouth, Mass. I think Inza is the girl for Frank and Zona
is the girl for Dick. Yours for keeps, MiIcHAEL CLOUGH.

Plymouth, Mass.

Thank you.

I write this letter in appreciation of your fine publication, thé
Tip Top Weekly. I have read the Tip Top for three years, and
[am a Hodgeite all over, and think that Mr.
McNeill had better take good advice and “go ’way back and sit
down.” Hoping to see this in the Tip Top,

Boise, Idaho. : .ArtHurR HANSIRD.

Thank you.

Not seeing any letters from Muncie, I concluded to write and
let you know what my friend and I think of Dick Merriwell. He
is a model youth. Lottie and 1 only wish we had him for a
fellow, for he is simply fine, and we admire him very much in-
deed. We have read all the Tip Tops since Dick started in
school at'Fardale. I will finish with a little verse:

Mr. Dick Merriwell is always on time,

And that is why 1 am trying to make this verse rhyme;

‘He is: also up to date,

And Lottie and I wish he would come to Muncie and skate.

I would like to see this in the next Tip Top number. Good
luck to Street & Smith. Truly yours,

Muncie, Ind. Jessie NIcHOLS AND Lortir V.

You Indiana girls know how to pick a winner. And I am
sure if Dick could leave Fardale for a while, even though the
skating season be over, he might find other sports in which he
could amuse you apd your friend.

TL have read all of the Fardale series and a great many more,
and I can say frankly that Tip Top Weekly is the finest weekly

for boys and girls ever printed, and I think all Tip Top readers |

will agree with me. I have read in several Tip Tops that Bart
Hodge should be dropped from the flock. Well, I don’t agree
with them, for if he were dropped, I would drop the Tip Top.
I think that Dick is the perfect model of Frank, and. his Mife at
Fardale is as fine as Frank’s, I think Dick has a bitter enemy in
‘Darkmore, and I hope that Darrell will soon have nothing to do
with him. As to the Doris-Felecia-Zona question,;I think Dick
should take Felecia, Hal should take Doris, and Brad, Zona; but,
of course, Dick will use his own judgment about that. I hope
that Dick will go’to Yale after he finishes Fardale&

Bridgeton, N. J. | Pevecra’s Frrenp.

Many thanks for your enthusiastic letter, in which you show
your keen interest in the doings of the characters in Tip Top.
Dick, as you say, is certainly giving every indication of being as
fine and sterling a fellow as Frank, and, therefore, can disap-

point nobody. (

It has becn a long time since I first opened communications
- with you, and during that time I have not written the praise of
 »tthe greatest book ever published, the Tip Top Weekly, but a few
times. I now take the pleasure in telling you of the good your
famous book does, I don’t think there was ever a book published |
-as good as the Tip Top Weekly. The things I most admire in
the phim sei of the book are its diction and its characters.

¢ books are getting better and better cach week. When

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I read through the Applause Column and find there some cad
has written something that goes against my grain, I feel like
yunching his head. “A few weeks ago, I read G. W. McNeill’s
Petter, and I would like to give my opinion of that beast. He
could not have been a human being, because a human being would
have some common sense; but he shows his ignorance by writing
such a letter. The first thing he should do is to apply for ad-
mission to some insane asylum for the incurable. Any person
with any human intelligence at all would not write such a letter
as that. He ought to have been court-martialed. Every sane
person knows that Hodge is Frank’s best friend, and as true
as steel. G. W. McN. ought to go “crawl in a hole and pull the
hole in after him.”: Yours, etc., Harry H. HickMANn.

Philadelphia, Pa.

Thank you.

I have read the Tip Tops for about one year, and think there
are no better books published. Dick Merriwell is a wonder, and
I think that every boy ought to try and become his equal. I
also read the Applause Column, and, seeing so many fools con-
demning noble Bart. What would Tip Top be without Bart?
I also enjoy reading about Brad, the unbranded Maverick; Ted
Smart and Sir William Bradley. Hoping to see Tip Top pub-
lished for many years, I remain,

Milwaukee, Wis. A ConsTANtT READER or Tip Top. _

You say the right thing when you speak of every boy striving”
to emulate DICK MERRIWELL, for in doing so you show a
spirit which bespeaks sincere admiration for the best qualities in
a manly character. And your loyalty to Bart, who is causing so
much discussion, puts another good friend on the Hodgeite list.

I have never written to the Applause Column, and, seeing my
friends rushing to Bart’s aid, I think I ought to say something.
All‘those that say he should be put out of the flock ought to go
to the lunatic asylum. I expect if McNeil would come down
here he would never go back. I hope to see Dick’s picture in
the back of Tip Top. I remain a true friend of Dick and an
enemy to McNeill and the other lunatics. I will close with three
cheers for Dick, Frank and their friends. WiLL Fow ter.

Burlington, N. C.

We are glad to have you on the correspondence list, which you
seem to have entered through your loyalty to Bart. That is a

_ laudable move, and one in the right direction, so let us hear
from you again.

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Kindly print this in the Tip Top Weekly. Whoopee whoop,
hold me on the ground, rope me in and hold me down. Here I
am again, another unbranded maverick; but I am from Las Ani-
mas, Col. Well, boys, what do you think of that piece of twisted
humanity called Hugo Darkmore? Is he not the oneriest pisen
thing that ever walked on two legs? But wait till Brad Buck-
hart gets his blood up; then there will be something doing. He
won't stand to see that varmint hurt Dick much longer. I allow,
pards, that Dick is all right, and can play the “but and run game”
all right. Terry Burr,

Las Animas, Col. ‘

So we have another maverick to deal with, and when you
Colorado boys. let yourselves out you mean business. Yes, we
can all count on Dick’s friend, the Texan, to keep things moving
when he begins. ,

As I have seen no letters from Lancaster, I thought I would
write you one and tell you what I think of your fine weekly. Of
all the characters in this book besides Dick Merriwell, I think
Brad: Buckhart is the finest companion that Dick has. I think
one of the best features of your weekly is the Tip Top Physical
Culture Department., I heartily agree with Professor Fourman
in saying that bicycle riding is good exercise, as I am a bicycle
rider myself, having just purchased a Day wheel, and am now
training for the mile race for amateurs. What is the best way to
train for the race? Hoping that you will please put this small
letter in your Applause Column as soon as possible and oblige,
yours truly, ; EMLEN FRANKLIN,

Lancaster, Pa. ‘ bai

That is right, put Lancaster on our list. You have shown your
appreciation of a sincere, manly character in choosing Brad Buck-
hart as a good friend for Dick. In regard to your training for
bicycle races, Professor Fourman can give you many valuable

hints if you write to him, —

 
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Me (capt.),

TIP TOP BASE BAL.
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Here are the Scores for the Week:

South Dallas (Dallas, Tex.), 9; Chestnut Hill, 0.

The South Dallas. baseball team—G. Offutt, p.; W. Boone, c.; OW.
Cowan, Ist b.; P. Wisdom, 2d b.; B. Lig rntfoot, 3d-b.; J. Heager,
€..905a. Lyons, Pie HF We Marten, CoM Garmen, 1. f.

The Chestnut Hill baseball team-—TI. Seay, p.; J. Cammack,
E. Miller, Ist ib.; A. Geen, 2d b.; O. Travis, 3d b.; P. Medders, 4,
TT”. Whiter. 'f).°C, Dealy, sc f.7 8: English, Wak

Manager—B. L. Lightfoot. Ms

South Dallas (Dallas, Tex.), 10; Chestnut Hill, 1.

The Slouth STATE baseball team—W. Cowan, p.; W. Boone, «c.;

. Tinklen, Ist b.; Wright, 24 b.; B. Lightfoot, 3d.b.; R. Briggs,
6. 8.; J. Heagan, r. i J. Garmen, ¢. r+ Vaughn, t

The Et ae baseball team-—C, poealy wy Di a,

st . Westbrool, 2d b.; F. Medders, gd b
s. ; is, oF 5. _Engiish, @, f.: A, Geen, 1. f.
Manager—B. i:

South Daal is (Dallas, Tex.), 21; Chestnut Hill, 8:
The South Dalles baseball team—W. Cowan, Bi W. Boone, C5
P. Chew, Ist b,; G. Offutt, 2d b.; - Heager, 8d i, . Woolen, 8. 8.3
‘J. Vaughn, r. f.;.P. Wisdom, c. f.; F. Procter, 1. ie
The Chestnut Hill baseball te: ac, Dealy, Ms hs
net Saunders, Ist bi; EF. Miller, 2d. b.; C. Potter, $d. \'b.
Westbrook, r, f.; P. Meaddows, c MM McKnight, Be
Vina dieser L. Lightfoot. ¥).

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Potter,

Cammack, ¢.;

Juniors A. CG, baseball team (New York, N 73 Maple Tigers, 0.
The Juniors A. C, baseball team—Louis Rosenberg; p.; Nathan Per-
mut, ¢c.; Morris Livinestone, ist b.;. Morris Maston, ee b.; Abe Co-
hen, 38d b.; Harry Watkins, s. 8; Morris Parton, r. ; Samuel Kll-
man, c. £.; Simon Feinstein, 1. f.

The Maple Tigers baseball team—Samuel He uke, p.; Nathan tre:
~ Louis Levine, 1st b.; es Sifiutz, 2d b - Paul Snitzsky, 34

Lévy. s. 8; (. Jacob, ,f.; Morris Siggy, c. f.; D. Katz, we,
 ltaacet. —Ben W et Rink. {
Shamrock (New Orleans, La.), 8; FEurekas, 1.

The Shamrock baseball team—Thomas Quinn, p.;' Philip Wells,
o.} Alexander Iitagerald, Ist ba; = onrad S¢chulz, * ek William Hoff-
man, 3d b.; Robert Ryan, 8. 8. . Hoffman, r. » O'Brien, .c. f.;
‘F Patterson, I. f.

The Burekas baseball team—Louis Kirsch, William Coker, c.;
Allan Barrio, Ist b.; Owen Lannen, ree te nadie Reiss, 3d b.; Eu-
gene Sra es & s.; Ralph Flyn, rv. f.; Eddie Capo, c. f.5° George
Abadie, |. f. fo

Manager—F. Patterson,

Jefferson High School (Jefferson, Wis.), 7; Jeff: Shoe Factory, 2.

Jefferson High School baseball team—Roy yes p.; Frank
Nuenberger, c.; Bert Straw, Ist b.z Alvin Stengal, ae Hi-
hard, 3d b.; ‘Arthur Grazel, s, 6.; Willie Moyen, 5 t; Testa Bechaud,
©. £33 ‘Mark Lacey (megr.), 1,,f. Jefferson Shoe ice ties baseball team
—John Meyer, Deb Henry Simmon, ¢.; Otto Seitze, Ist. b; Robert
Rockstraw, ra b.; Tf. 8. Mistle, 3d b.; ereer re Schuld, 3.8.3 »
_Vickhoff, i ; Bd, Laver, ce. f.; A}vin Garity, 1 " Manager—M,

Lacey.
at EH: S, (Fairmont, W. Va.), 12: 7. $. iy B.
BP. Hw. fiancieat team—T. Powell, & H. MeCroy.: iy ©.) H.
wen, Ist hy Joe Poling (capt. ), 2d ws Fleming, 3d b.; G. Watkins,
Kiverey, r. f.; Lynn, ¢. A. Meredith, 1. f. F. S..N. 8.
Bebepatr team—Carter, ns Lyi or  Warty, 1st b.: Simmons, 2d b.;
i foe oe 3d b.; Dent, s. 5 Dante ff. Taylor, Gs f.;, Tompson
AS Muviager thant if Peat
ouglass (Cleveland, Gnio), 16; Cleveland B. ¢., 0,
ny Gia, a Saat hall team—Fred Stienturt h, Be Louis
tas, 1st. Harvey Citas 2d'b.; Ed Mill om 3d b.;
oe arry Bibs, me ties Steinfurth, oe Roy vr ight, 1.
Soe ine t been tea: mLouis Rothgery,
Hess: 24'b.: Harry Oteciite , 8d
ei a bet ‘Ke yler, r. f.; Gus Keene, c. £5 John Cole, hn
oF Ste infurth, ‘
Glory. (Peoria, Ti1.), ie Webst
om aseball team—Fern Dunlap,
Ist See White, 2a bay Bay 3

Fred Miller,

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A. Geen, :

Bauer, ¢.; .
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Clarence Duke, te t.; Fred Ritz-
man, I. f. Webster School base ball team—J. Scove, Ed, eee
c.; Ba. Powers, ist b.; John Smith, 2d b.; Fred Smith, 3d b.; Harry
an annel, 8. s.; John Canty, hd. loner. Johnson, ec. f. ; Harry Davis,
SOE, Manag rer—Lynch C onway.
Epwor rth Guards (Penna Grove, N. J.), 138; Cove A. C., 2.

Epworth Guards baseball team—J. Harker, D.5 LL. Dayton, -¢c.4° R.
Wneglish, ist b.; H. Biddle, 2d b.; W. Kidd, 3d b.; A Toston, s. 8.3 T.
Watson. r. f.; F. Hillman, c. ft C. Leonard, 1: Oove A. C. base-
ball team--Dolbow, -p.; Ward, ¢.; eee e ise b.; Biddle, 2d b.;
Roche, 3d.b.; Reign, s. s.; Stanton, r. tlammet, O53 Denny, : 1.

f. Manager—L. Lay i
(Montclair, N. J.), 11; Plymouth, 9.

American B.
American B. C Seal yall team—G. Davis, p.} J Hartwyk, ox) c.
Williams, $d b.; A. Dodd, &. 8,

Dimmik, dst b.; F. Dodd, 2d b.; W.
Swenson, r. f.; K. W iley, c. f.; “L, Black, 1. Plymouth pakeball
: B. Sessi ist b.; Gates, 2d b.;

tcam~8. Cook, p.; B. Re ynolds, C.
preg 8d b.; U. Reynolds, s. BK. Chase, r. f; AW. Ackerman,
M. C.

; W. Dane, 1. f. Manager—W. “Williams,
Centrals (Dayton, Ohio), 11; Bi 0.5

Centrals baseball team-~Boerstler, Dp! Bione, Ce Bernard, Ist b.;
Graves, 2d b.; Lydenburg, 3d_b.; Laver, s. 8, Wauichet rs {.; Geb-
hart, ¢. f.; Anderson, 1. f... Yo ™. CL A. ‘paseball team~-Allen, 1.3
Dye,’ '¢.; Hoover, 1st b.; Allen and Arthur, 2d b.; Sollenburgéer, ad
b.: Tafel, s. s.; Heuse, r f.;, Weaver, c. f.3 K. Allen, 1. f. Manager
cpt A. Waver.

High School (Chelsea, Mich.),; 17; Ann Arbor H. s.,

High School baseball team-—Ed. uote, p.3B eotaneaie) Ot G.
Speer, ist b.; ©, Schenk, 2d b,; E. Barrus, ad 'b,; B. Steinbach, BF
Ww. McLaren, TBS Teo tes odger (ca e. )s 5 oe H, Foster, 1. f. Ann
Arbor H. $. baseball team—. Ree ; Armstrong, c.; Almindge,
Ist b.: Lehman, 2d b.; Morningstar, ce af George, Ss. 8.; We Games,
r, f.; G, Gerow, 1. f. Manager—Wirt McLaren.

Marion Reds (Marion, Ohio), 6; Silver Streets, 10, |
Marion Reds baseball team—James Sullivan, p.; August J
Carl Werley,, ist bi; Robert Welty, 2d b.; James Rynn, 8d b.:.
Welty, s. s.; Frank Murphy, r. f.; Carl 1 Burket, fe f.; Fred ssurphy,
1. f. ‘Silver Streets baseball’ team—Dan Kel i Benny Beam, ¢.;
it Fahey, ist b.; Pat English, 2d b.; Bd 5 8a b.; Joe Miller,
George Sweeney, r. f.; Bernard Bader, xe | George Hatten.
ft ‘Wanager-—-Augist Miller.
Bums (Rivia, Tex.), 12: Yates Team, 1
Bums baseball team—W. Dillard, p.i Jd. Gage, me B, ‘Rauth, Tat bs ¥
J. Brage, 24°; & Mock, ae Ellis; s.s.; J. Winter, r. €&;
Hamilton, c. f.; . Blocker, } ms Votes baseball team—C. Ward, wii
Wi Barber ai i McMamis ist b.; T. Bragg, 2d b,; A. Jones, bi
b.; A.° Forber, s. 8.; Guthery, Py ei ‘v. Ate ison, GE Tye: Je Natis,
1. 't, Managet—T. J. ‘page. !
North Stars (Chicago, m.), 3; whit City, 0
North Stars baseball team—Kennedy. p.; Schattuck, ¢.3 De
b.; Coneiigy, 24 b.; Hartung, 8d_h.:.0. Leavy, en areas =
Hogan, ¢. f.; Allwin, j. f. White City baseball ae
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Nine Stars (Dover, N. mies 8; Young Fiche ht
Nine Stars baseball Leeine rtie astara (sub.), Di; ‘Winiam ute ;
livan (sub.). c.; Frank J. Moor, Ist b.; Frank A. Swallow, 2d i
Kurt Horning, $d. .b. 3; Gani Foss, s, $.; Ralph ae wallow,
Arthur Stuegeon, ¢. f.; Patsy Lappen, 1. f. Young, E roee 8 ssa
team—William, Smith, p.y John Galloway, ¢.; Patri
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Rin, Ss. S.; Mahoney, r. f.; Cohen, c, f.; Darrell, 1. f. Manager—J. R. Lasalles baseball team—Bert Murphy, p.; Phil Cannon, ¢.; Chas.

            
       
      
     
      
 

Coughlin. Baron, ist b.;- Wm. Kreckmann, 2d b.; Tom Stendsland, 3d b>;
Seekérs (Buffalo, N. Y.), 38; Zeniths, 0. ‘ Arthur Thompson, s. s.; Ed. Porter, r. f.; Ed. Heintz, ¢. f.; Frank
Seekers baseball team—Sheehen (capt.), p.; Misheak, c.; Scott, Ist Seeze, 1, f. Manager—Wm., Herzog.

b.; Cullen, 2d b.; Leahy, 8d b.; Mackey, s. s.; McCarthy, re Bs All Star A. C. (Newark, N. J.), 16; Jersey ae to S.
re c. f.; Ring, 1. f. Zeniths baseball team—Kallaher (capt.), All Star A. C. baseball team—Kramer and Spielman, p.; Hood,
Driscoll, C3 Cleary, ist b.; Hass, 2d b.; Craft, 8d b.; Hass, s. s. and Schaefer, c.; Brown, ist b.; Finegan, 2d b. Wi ans, 3d b.;
Gcuhler, ri ay ‘Callahan, Bs Crimes, Lt Manager—J. Coughlin. | Spielman and Guerin, s. s. Séhautz, r. f.; Meklin, c. ; Schaefer,
Yaritor AC (Manchester, N. H.), 4; Hollows, 13. 1. f. Jersey A. C. baseball’ team—Waller, p.; Johnson, c.; Huffner,

    
 

ist b.;' Bonnel, 24 b,; Netzel, 3d b. usch, s. 8.; Reilly, r, f.;
Warrior A. C. baseball team—Martin Stanton (capt), p.; James Barnes, c. > Lang Le. ‘Manager—A. z Brown. "

 
      
       
    
      
       
   
         
             
       
               
          
       
 
   
     
          
      
            
              
       
    
           
         
       
         
        
             
        
          
      
            
     
      
       
      
    
   
     
     
       
       
   
      
 

z Connelly, c.; Hugh McArdle, 1st b.; Leo Lane, 2d b.; John Gillhooly, Hillton A. C2 (Ogdensburg, N. Y¥.). 81: Red Rovers, 2.
8¢ b.; Walter Stanton, s, s.; John Haley, r. t.; Matthew, Higgins, ©. Hillton A. ©. baseball team-—Gamuel BM. Keane, wei Stuart A.
f.; John Hughes, 1, f. Hollows baseball pet recurer: Barry Earle, c.; R. F. Hope (capt.), lst b.; Trevor H. Nesbitt, 2d b.;
(capt.), p.; Claude Lavery, c.; Harry Shaw, Ist b.; Charles Robin- Ralph Ge "Crocker, ya b.; Carl U. Gray, s. s.; James Whitman, ©. £.%
son, 2d b,; Perey Foster, 3d b.; Sidney Cook,'s. s.; Joseph McQuiller, Roy M. ‘Taylor, c.f: R. L. Shield, 1. f. Red Rovers baseball team—
Peg, 8 Robert Duffy, c¢. f£.; John Laverett, 1. f. Manager—Charles George Henry, p.; William Owen (capt.), c.; Brank Marshall, ist
Rochford. : ; > b.; Albert Yelland (mgr.), = as William’ Robb, 3d b.; Fred Ham-
Columbia A. C. (Hoboken, yy Sena 3; Forsyth A. C. of Weehaw- mond, s. s.; James Parker, Walter Billings, c. f.; Arthur Till-
os ton, 1. f. Manager—Richar Bs ’
Columbia A. C. baseball cack Ernest, p.; L. Varney, i. , jeuer—Fichard 8. Ho rex.) 4; Orioles, 3.
Krause, Ist b.; W. Groot, 2d b.; H. Murphy, $d b.; J. Magenti, 8. Ba: Hewitt Jrs. baseball team—Tom Sterling, p.; Hubert Brainty, c¢.;
G, Groot, r. f.; P. Hallesy, c.'f.; M. Glindin, 1. 'f. Forsyth A. C. Jim Tune, Ist_b.; Joney Appa 2a b.; Sam Blanton, 3d b.; Percy
baseball team—L, Gilmartin, p.; J. Higgins, c.; J. Forsyth, ist b.; FP. ‘Turner, s. s.; Sonhie Fields, r. £.; Ed. Crook, c. f.; William Wilson,
“Bergan, ¥ b.; ag Anderson, 3d'b.; R. Nulty, $.9.; L. Farrell, r. £5 j, f. Orioles baseball team—Luke seer, p.; Hood Chatham, ¢.; John
Philips, c. Higgins, 1.’ f. Manager—W. Groot. Davis, ist b.; Harold Shear, 2d:b.; Dick Mayor, 3d b.; Fritz Trub-
Sesntizc, Jrg. (Peshtigo, Wis.), 2; Peshtigo Tigers, 0. shaw, 8. §.; ’ Garland Fosque, r. f.; Henry Lindsey, c. f.; John
Peshtigo drs. baséball team—W iit Lindquist (capt.), p.; Geo. Brokinboro, lL. f. Manager—Estis Kelogg.
Schrank, c.; Paul Nevermann (megr.), Ist b.; Henry Krist, 2d. b.; ee AN As (Chicago, Jll.), 18; Picked Nine, 4.
eg Carl Hansen, sd _b.; W..Janyen, s. s.; C, Granger, r, f.; W. Eckert, B. P. A. C. baseball team—Robt. Squire, p.; C. Roesch, Ct Modica,
aoe ec. f.; Barry Kitzge raid, if: Peshtigo Tigers baseball team—G. Ist b.; Field, 2d b.; Holton, 3d b.; W. Roesch, s. 8.; Morton, r. f.;
Drees (capt.), p.; P. Hansen, c.; . Downy, Ist b.; A. Mellen, 2d b.; R, Graham (megr.), c. f.; John Ronan, |. f.. Picked Nine basebali
Archambault, 3d my » Ge. Dolan, 8.5 Bop dk McMahon, wae G. Hart- veam--Williais, p.; Cotterell, c.; Hill, 1st b.; V. Graham, 2d b.; ‘
berg, c. f.; W. Reid, 1. f. Manager—Paul Nevermann. Marsh, 3 Winfield, s. s.; Strassburger, r. f.; Knoop, c f.;
People’s Tea Store A. 'C. (Brooklyn, N. Y.), 11; Tip gor. B. BO, ; Bryan, 1. f. "Kea pdrers tices D. Graham.
Goodwin, p.; Kruse, c.; Blythe, Ist be O'Rourke, se st. mie Avon A. CG, (Hoboken, N. J.), 6; Star A. C., 3.
3d. b.; MacGiil, s. s.; Fredericks, r. f ; Frohwein, Renton, 1, 5 Avon A. C. baseball team—J. Roberts, p.; Kid. Geiger, c.; H.
Tip To basebr li team—Logan and "Beardsley, Di; ‘Maret, ¢.; Yall Geiger, Ist b.; M. Kelty, 2d b.; M. Darcy, 3d b.; P. Velaro, s. s.;
ist b.; Bosanko, 2d b.; Kelly, 3d b.; Ryan, s. 8.; Woods, r, 2, Beards- M. Velaro, r. f.; E. Simmons, c, f£.; W. Jordan, a f, Star F. c.
} ley and Logan, ‘c. f.; Young, 1. f. Manager—Jas. P. Patton. baseball team—John Steiner, p.; F red. Geiger, CG ; Meyer, Ist b.;
B. R. C. (Denison, Tex.), 2; B. 8. A., 0. B. Gallagher, 2d b.; J. Hackett, 34 b. . Falion, i s.; H, Dunsing,
B. R..C. baseball team—Rupert Mosse, p.; Joe Ellis, ¢.; Guy att oO Maretsky, c. waa Mangini, i. % Manager—M. Kelty.
Standifier, Ist b.; Charlie Clymer, 2d b.; George Hoag, 3d b.; Grover Ready Rangers (Gardiner, Me.), 11; Williams Gram., 7.
Spencer, 8. s.; Baird Markham, r. f.; Leland Hillis, c¢. f.; Grover Ready Rangers baseball team—Bllie Greenleaf, p.; Wallace Stev- ‘
i l. f. B. 8. A. baseball team—Jim Nelms, p.; Charlie Bilis, ens, c.; Ray “Bolger, lst jes John Fullen, 2d. b.; George Wellman, a!
Red Cook, Ist b.; Lenard Wagner, 2d b.; Abe Long, - b.; Sam 34 ).; Ray Harriman, s. s.; Charlie Stackpole, r. f.; Joe Faulkner.
Murphy, 8. s.; Peter Murphy, r, f.; Frank Cartwight, ¢. f.; George ©. f,; Harold Hanington, I. ft. Williams Gram. baseball team—Hall,
Godfry,; 1, f. Manag er—Batrd Markham. p.; Trask, ¢.; Burk, Ist b.; Gifford, 2d b.; Hodgkins, 3d b.; Mack,
Clifton Jr. (Vining, Kas.), 17; Clippers, 8. J/g. 8.3 Packard, r, f.; Turner, ‘¢: f,;° Harden, 1. £.. Manager—Ray -
Clifton Jr. baseball team—Geo. Hoefer, Pi Harold Cusac, ¢.; Clar- Harriman.
enee Kadow, Ist b.; C alee Fag sie 2d b.: Chas. aya Ba b.; Arthur Red Stockings (Sterling, Nl.), 15; Central School, 8:
| Hulit, 8. s. Jno. Welsh, ; Ernest Rossman, ¢, Lyod' Tucker, Reg Stockings baseball team—Gould, p.; Williams, ¢.; Little, 1st
1. f, ‘Clippers 3 ent ME Hamilton, p.; F. “Balke, G53 C.. bh: tevens, 2d b.; Betts, 3d b.; Shumaker, gs. s.; Prickett, ro Ls
: Buckles, Ist b.; M. Wixom, 2d b.; R. Baker, 3d Bis Welsh, 8. °S.3 Lingle, e. ; Shelby, Lf. Central School baseball team—Johnson.
Thomas Schmel, r. f.; Joyce Thomas, ce. £.; Ozro Thomas, 1, f. Dp} Bchoader’ C.; Mass, 1st b.; Stabler, 2d b.; Weeden, 3d b.; Brinn,
Manager —Arthur Hulit. s. s.; MeBride, r. f.; Tinly, c f.; Overholser, 1. f. Manager—Wal-
Warriors (Manchester, H.), 8; Sand Banks, lace Lingle. :
Warriors baseball team—Maytin ‘Stanton, p.; James Connell All Stars (Eseamahba, Mich.), 4; Richters, 0. fe
Hugh McArdle, 1st b.; Fred Stearns, 24 b.; John aoe. Jab All Stars baseball team--P. Lehr, p.: W. Sullivan, ¢c.: Herbert

  
          
 

— Walter Stanton, s. s.; John Haley, r, f.; Matthew Higgins, c. oe Larson, ist b.; Dasales Dube, 24 b.: W. Donting ny, 3d b.; Jos. ‘
john Hughes, 1. f. San Banks baseball team-—J ames ohar, toh Rooney, 8. si} "Tho s. Hammacher, r. f.; Harold osenberg, c. f.: yay
Joseph Smith, c.; Ed. Carroll, Ist b.; Frank Branton, 2d _b.; John Wrank Marshall, |. f. Richters baseball team—H. Garland, p.; Chas.

_ Moore, 2d b.;, Charles Levine, s. s.; Patrick Boutton, r. f.; ‘Hlephen QO. Knatson, ¢c.; Jas. Toolan, Ist b.; D. Van Winkle, 2d b.; Jos.

             
            
        
       
      
       
        
       
       
       
    
 

r. -Fiyn, c. f.; James Barry, 1. f. Manager—Charles Rochford. Degrass, 3d b.; Sam Smiley, s. s.; Nicholas Webber, r. f£.:' Bil
: a North Ind at (Grand an a D.), 33; Poe as 6. w, Christenson, c. ‘{.; John Barth, 1. f. Manager—Frank Marshall. a ;
Dheean, c, D. “O'Keefe, Ist ee dimes (capt), Si bi; &. Me- Harvard Athletic Club (Seattle, Wash.), 22; Lincoln Park, 21. NG
Donald, 3d ‘b.; H. Hunter, s. s,; H. Ralston, r. f.; A. Hanrahan, ec. Harvard Athletic Club baseball team—Brisben Davis, p; Gloyd >.
Sear at Puckinenaes, l. f. South End baseball team—H. Pound, c,; Robert Wilshire, Ist b.; Ed, Gibson, 2d b.; Porter sie
‘Miaweee p.; B. Neville, c.; C Brown Me ok eae Ag Budge, ist b.; F. Wilcox, 3d Pa Wendell Mitchell, 8. 8.3 «3 Rob. Baker, r. £.; Willie Se
Robertson, 2d b.; H. Budge and Rody, 3 Putian, §. s.3 A. Sellars, ec. ‘William Cooper, l. f. Lincoln Park baseball team-— tt
Ee Budge, Peo Kis Be. Ryan, ic. t.; A. Rody and Eq. Mix, lf, Métiexer— Arnold’ fai p.; Archie Peterson, c.; Walter Rogers, Ist b.; A Sree
Frank F. Sne Walter Ellingwood, 2d b.; Joe tye Bee 3d_b.; Glen Oliver, 8. 8.; Egon
eo A. (Van Nest, N. Ws); Aes Outcurrey, 8. Ray Clinton, r. f.; Ire Kelly, c. ; Charlie Bretiand, I. f. Mana- ‘3
You A. baseball team—David Lemont, p.; Herman Kuhl, c.; ger—Robert Wilshire. P ae
131s Bipt Settlitt, 1st b.; John Uae 2d b.; Sid Coyle, 3d b.; Norman | Geneva Jr. (Geneva, N. ¥.), 16; Baodsiors, 4. ee
\ Orr, 's. s.; John Hoffmann, r. “Arthur iKXronemeyer, c. f.; Fred” Genev ve Jr. baseball team—R. Rogan » Psi Rippley: e; J, pees ec reeenae
_ Kronemeyer, - f. Outcurrey pti team—Charles Rhine, p.; eee . Mulvey, 2a b.; E. Dinan, 3a b Hi. Beane s. 8. O’ Hor ; ‘
"fom Edward, ¢.; Lester Hartnett, Ist b.; Arthur Hartnett, 8d Bt nt Ge we ‘Kane, x f= ke McDonald, 1. ft. Excelsiors baseball tear 2%
-) Tom eerie, 3a ti, Ollie Nagel, 8. s.; James McMonigal, r. f.; Willie mK Hickey, ey . Manley, ¢.; J. Toole, ist b.; W. Baker, 2d b.; H.
Maden, ¢. f.; John Freeman, |. f. Manager—Norman Ore, Hennessey, 3d b.; L. MeGurl, s. s.; F. Taney, r. Supe. Connors, ts
Si Bow Jrs. (Butte, Mont.), 7; Okolohonce, 5. L, Barrett, 1. f. "Manager— "Hora, *
£4) Silver Bow Jr: 3. baseball team—Arthur Westgate, p.3 J. Rooney, c5 North Cape. (North Cape, Wis.), Stars, 4.
_ @, Lynch, Ist b.; F. Catrop, 2d b.; White, 3d b Spicer, s, s.; Burt North Cape baseball team—L. Hay, p. *. An 1nd te? Og

     

MeCluen, r. f.; Will McCluen, ¢. f.; ¢. Heetay | l..£ Okolohonce Nystrom, Ist b.; H. Skarie, 2d b.; M. baa tie: Oct to) Oh, Pie Bt?
baseball team—Tanger, p.; Davis, ¢.; McMillan,’ ist b.; G. Sincler, A, Hanson, r. f.; Es Nelson, . f.; L. Kamper, 1. f.| Stars baseball
Ey Ba yn 94 b.; J. Sinder, 8. s.; Thomas, r. f.; Sie Swiger, c. f.! a) ea Olson, c.; J. Nelson, ist b.; a Sorensen. 2a be;
; Johns, | i or Mann ere. Luynch. Ball, 3d b,; Bartellson, s. s.; ye ., Spilum, Rg Bj K. Nelson, c. f.3

        
        
 
   
        
          

a (Frankfort, N. ¥.), 16; St We. Hrickson, | ~. Manager—Hd. J, Amundson.
ppers ba ae eam—B. Casier, it Fred Hl HHodon, Gy Jaek Senif, Millvale Irs. ‘aditivale, # Pa. )}, 18; Picked Nine,

, “Ust va ace ruck 24 b.; wate Ka 3d b.; Wm. Devine, s. s ) ec eben Jrs. baseball team—Sleppy, p.; Zahniser, c.; Grifith, Ist
rf Lee Clark, r. f4 EB Cox, ce. f.; Jas. "Techich, o ie Stars baseball Houlihan, 2d bai McMullin, 3d b.; Green, s. s.; Zimmer, r. ss
am Seymour ee. ‘Def Harry’ Smith, . : Fea ee. Rie ee lgperlein, 1. f. Picked Nine basebail orn dab. Be

Rite one Spr fue, 2d Liza Glavin, 3d b.; Walter Cleland, s. Si} Callahan, Cus Vogel tet "ist 2 Jackson, 2d b.; Nixon, oP.

. ‘Badie § We rT, ee Dad Slowmaker, c.. f.; Bonny Blue, Ph & Si Low, Gi, ah Kammarin, Ra ager—D.

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livale Jrs. baseball team—Sleppy, p.; Zahniser, c.; Griffith, ist ‘Orient A. baseball Cohan Ray White (capt. fs P.j_ Er
ari 2d b Mehul a eppy, 0 Green, s. 8.; pier... r. : von, ¢.; Irv ine Seery, AB Pg Os nr aE yar re be ‘willan Badie ea sa
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jfeibertein, 1 1. any baseball team—Schuer :  b.; Walter Cornish, 8, M iam RS, ey f.;
_ Jepp uck, Ist b.; sintin, 2 MOH b.; Rankin, 34 b.: Cal: han, § 8. ae _ Jess Meson, 1. f, Wak akeman G. baseball team—J, Wintermuts
. Fin > rt. es , » Ques Frank, L f. Manager—Houlihan, (mer. ee Sf R ors ri ae a 5 ol ist b.; A. brig ’ 2a Pe
__._ Belden Jrs. (Chicago, Iil.), 10; Lasales,;0. bei @, a Ps A. Cray, s. 8.; Roy Pridham, r. f.; A. H ey
den Jrs. baseball te. ’ Bitther, p.; Guy eats «fs A, Monk, | ‘ Wee ee BW os
ie. Ist b.; Austin Harland, 24 b.; Rob Walter, 3d b.; Mficine rab. (w

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Rock, 2d b.; St, John, 8d b.; Lesey, s. .; Creato, r. f.; Smith, « f.;

Valley, 1. f. Washing ston baseball team—Starkey, P.; Fineraay, Ci;

Fecto, ist b.; Morrow, 2d b.; Hnye, 3d b.; Duvel, s? s.; Sulavin, r.

f.; Bar, c. f.; Mitchel, lL £. Manager—C. ‘B. Smith. \
Tremonts (Omaha, Neb.), 5: Hollys, 8.

Tremonts baseball team-—Clair and C ‘olfer, p.; Fleming, c.; Colfer
and Clair, ist a Brome, ~ b.; Lanigan, 8d b.; Yoder (capt.),.s. s.;
Malone, r, f.; ¢ . Brome, ‘c. ; Creamer, 1%; Hollys baseball team—
Jack Diamond, p.7 Ed. Craie, Cc. Shanlon, Ist b.; Devaion, 2d b.;
ee: 8d be; Cox, s. s.; Cummings, r. f.; Lawback, c. 'f. Beil
(capt.), 1 Be Manager-Creamer.

J. A. A. (Smyrna, Del.), 2; Irving Walis, ~

J. A. A. baseball team—Harry White, p.; Davis Bell, ; Sherman
Corkran, 1st b.; Clide Auston; 2d b.; Frank Boggs, 3a b.; Frank
Fiynson, s. s. - Davis Turner, r. f.; Delancy Moore, c. f.; Lee Pinder,
Le Irving Walls baseball team—Clarence Glars, p.; Irving Walls
5 Earnest Gregory, Ist b.; a oe Gray, 2d b.; Willie F arrel, 3d
b.; Alfred Smith, s. s.; Roy Tucker, r. f.; irving Brinton, c. f.;
Watson Gearheart, l. f. Manager—C,. Davis Tarner.

Cedar Stars (Cleveland, Ohio), 1; EH. Prospects, 0.

Cedar Stars baseball team—L. Moritz and J. Mooney, p.; Frank
Degries, c.; James Cunningham, Ist b.; J. Robert Mooney 2d b.;
Pierce Keegan, 3d b.; Louis Moritz and J. oes s. 3. oward
Lees, r. f£.; Gierke, eit Downey, 1. f. Prospects baseball
team—W. Drytoos, oe PE ilberman, Gs: Hi Dryfoos, Ist b.; James
Morrow, 24 b.; W. Bronson, 3d b.; E. Mapes, s. s.; M. Chapman,
Pike las Silberinen, Of. 3.30, ‘Hayes, I Manager—Louis Moritz.

Royals Milwaukee Wis.), 21; Green Mountain Boys, 15,

Royals baseball team—. ‘uelleman, Dis aohs,..-C:; ears ist b.;
Kutter, 2d b.; Mueller, $d b.; Bauer, Ss S.; Feder man, r. Lange,
¢. f.; Marcan, |. f. Green Mountain ‘Boys ‘baseball fear Uric, pis
Coleman, c.; Shallenburg, 1st b.; Miller, 24 b.; Balreck, 8d b.;
Kamp, s. s.; Voss, r. f.; illesback, Oo ths Schewelitt, 1. f. Mana-
ages Richart Marcan,

Case Class Club yoo Mass.), 6; Carters, 4.

Case Class Club baseball team—Martin, p.; Field, 0.5 4 Campbell,
1st b.; Foxwell, 2d b.; McAdams, 3d b.; arrington, s. 8.; C, Fox-
well, r. f.; Wood, c. f.; Briggs, l. f. Carters base ball team—Jordan,
.; Simmons, c.; Reichenbacher, Ist b.; List, 2d b.; gels, 3a 4<>
wou 8. 3.3 Larkum, r. f.3 Babbin, c. f.; Hagen, li Manager—

Los Angeles Jrs. (Los Angeles, Cal.), 11; Little Nonalts,

Los Angeles Jrs. baseball team--Orange CG. Galbr aith, p.; Peas
Williams, ¢c.; Frank Smith, 1st b.; Willie Burke, 2d b.; John Burke,
$d b.; Harry Williams, s. s.; George Hemiin, r. f.; Joe Williams, c.
f.; Paul Frauths, |. f. Little Nonalts baseball team—Percy Ruth,

5 Frank Hood, c.; Nelson Smith, 1st b.; Dutch, 2d b.; Eugene

fantreese, 8d b.; Hank Willis, s. s.; Newton Barnes, r, f.; Carroll
Osborn, c f.; Shorty, Lode Manager—Orange C. Galbraith.

Stars (Newport, Ky.), a Reds, 38.
Stars baseball ear a Howe, De, Be, OU, C42 en Ist b.;
O. Britt (capt.), 2d bi; S. Howe, a b.; 8. Scheibly, s. s. Ross,
oi Ss. Bes Yioutsey, Cs BS HB. Barnes, l. f.. Reds baseball oak a
Monders, p.; D. Trappe, Cy5 AS Sterling (capt.), Ist b.: 8S. Rifkin
(mgr.), 24d b.; E. Caughlin, 3a b.; F. Smitzen, s. s.; M. Riggs, Tran
W. Davis, ce. f.; G. Rameey, 1. f. aaneen aU? Wadsworth.
Chandler School (Concord, N, H.), 28; South Ends, 1.

Chandler School baseball eon Wiles Bolton, p.; Moon and R.
’. Thompson, c.; R. W. Thompson and Wilson, Ist b.; Pronk
(capt.), 2d b.; Lee, 3d b.; Benson, s. si; King, r. f.; Mills, c.. f.;
Bolton and Crauthers, 1. f. South Ends baseball team--Nudgett
and jon, 84 by Mos Holt, e.; Young, ist b.; A. Thompson, 2d b.;
ee flon, 34 oCauley and Nudgett, Ss. S.; Badger, r. f.: Bates,
c. f.; Cacceri, 1. f. Manager—R. WwW. Thompson.
Chandler (Concord, N. H.), 42; Marathons, 4.

Chandler baseball team—Wilson, p.; Moon, C.3 Hughes, ISG Sys
Lee, 2d 8 Benson, 3d b.; Thompson, s. s.; King, r, f.; Bolton, Cy ihed
Holt, 1. f.. Marathons baseball team—Arthur, Bis erat, c.; Brown,
ist b.: Peaslee, 2d Me J. Sweeny, 8d b.: Morrill, s. s.; ‘Jameson, BR,
£3 Courtney, Ce Tae DOPE LAL, Manager—R. WwW. Thompson.

Olives Ciyrat ee 29; Bay States, 0.

Olives baseball eer re A, Noyes, p.; Everett Roper, ¢
ere, = b.; Geo. Sparkes, 2d b.;
Oo a5 Smith, Ny fL; Charles
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oo 2d b.; Conners, 3d b.; Murphy, s. s.; Noonan, r.

; Burns, Lt, Manager—Lather D cBrien,
Olives (uynn, Mass.), 32: Orioles,

Olives baseball team-—Noyes, p.: Roper, c.
§ ae 2d b.; Knox, 3d b.; Tiger, s. Smit

erey y:

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Vivian Knox, 3d b.; Tiger,
Parkes, G2 tal Tato 1 ft. ay

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f. Orioles’ baseball ae ie Sek incie p.3 Smith, oi Butler,

Mack, 24 b.; T. Hunt. 34 b.; P. Hunt, s. s.: Cr
Sullivan, c. f.; Morse, 1. f. Manager father Soar cut Sage
High School (Chelsea, Mich.), A. iC, B

High School baseball team—C. Rodgers, ah S. Bacon, c.; G. Sper,
Ist b.; C. aes 2d b.; ee 8d. b.; McLaren, Sees Snyder, Pist.;

ter, c. f.; Holmes, 1,’f. ‘A. C. baseball team—Miler, p.; Stein-
bach, ¢.: Belsole, ist b.; ian 2d b.; Gulde, 84_b.; Townsend,
8. 8; Holmes, f.:"Merrimnan, c. f. on er—W. McLaren.

ue Jrs. (Ashland, Wis.), ay City’s, 8.
1 AID Jrs. baseball club—Tom Mack sg p.; Oscar Dahlstrom, i 3
Sim. Proto, lst b.; Willie Dahlstrom, 24 b.; Artie La Plant, 3d b
Adolp Sidlo, s. s.; "Ever Everson, r. f.; Louie Schatzle, ie As
a f. Bay City’s baseball team—George Getsy, Harry
: Mike Sulvillan, 1st b.; John Grant, Paul Po itkeecn
Perens 8. 8.3 Fred Peterson, r. oe ‘Ed. Harin, c. ‘f.;
lada, 1. Manager—Tom te ‘le.
‘ast Nine Pat sindionss Mass.), 19; Freshmen, 5.

Fast Nine baseball team—Dean vis, D.; me Bohomer, c.;
Warren een ist b.; Burdett Halligan, 24 b.; Charles Pike, =
b.; Fr Sure B. 8.3 - John Hawks, r. f.; Clarence Pike, c. f.;
’ d Wood, 1. Freshmen baseball t George Turton, P.;
a are oer, oi “warola ad Crosier, ist b.; esden, i bis ood,

oa r. £5 ‘Ray Turton, c. f.5
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TIP TOP WEEKLY.

Munhall A,,C. (Munhall, Pa.), 7; Kennywood Stars, 3.

Munhall A. C, baseball team—Muha, Pp Mooney and Mundle, O.$
Koritko, 1st b.; =e eane, 24 b.; Buttner, 3d b.; Howell, s. Cappe,
Sse Wilding, £4 Dodge, Yeti Kennywood Stars eaaoball team
—Dias <3 W. Wilding, pis Sinne, c.; Garves, ist b.; Oaler, 2d b.; RB.
Race, 3d t Walker, s. s.; Edwards, Tet si Race, G: £.5 Minnits,
et. ae rer—Samuel Howell.

Marion Reds (Marion, Ohio), 5; North Enders, 6.

Marion Reds baseball team-—James Sullivan, p.; August Miller,
¢.; Carl Wirley, Ist b.; Robert: Welty, 2d b.; ‘James Rynn, 3
James Welty, s. 8. Frank Murphy, r. f.; Carl Burke, c. f.;
Murphy, 1. f. North Enders baseball team—Francis Mc Kandrew,
p.; James Cusic, c.; Bdward Ponn, ist b.; Charles Sc er Bass
Tom ©’Conell, 3d b.; James Shan, s. s.; William Spath £5 John
Mighoan, c. f£.; Edward Glimpse, i. f. Manager—August Milier!

J. H. 8. B. B. T. (Jefferson, Wis.), 82; Scrubs, 13.

J. H. S. baseball team—Roy Williamson, p.; Frank Nuenberger,
c.; Bert Straw, ist be Alvin Stingal, 2d b.: trving Hibard, 2d b.;
Arthur Grazel, s. 5.; Willie Meyer, r, f.; Peirre Bechand, Oeehey os
J. Lacey, 1. f. Scrubs baseball team—A'lvin Garity, p.; fa, eee
c.; Max Fisher, jst b.; G. Kelze, 2d b.; Emil Fer nholz, 3d_b.; Ss.
Mistle, s&..8.; Frank Sinith, Dickry Ray Schweiger, c. f.; Pete eee
man, Lf, Manager—Pete Herman.

Golden Star (Philadelphia, Pa.), 12; Cedar -A, A., 0. “

Golden Star baseball team—William Blemely, D.; Harold Smith,
c.; Richard Donahue, Ist b.; Bernard Armstrong. 2d b.; William
Wilkinson, b.; James Dufty, Ss. s.; Joseph Goldon, r. i. Ben
Cummings, ¢. f.; Herbert Blemely, l. f. Cedar A. A. baseball team
—Sam Me Bride, p.; Frank Walsh, c.; Willie Crawford, ist b.; John
ee 20D. § Tom Toy, 3d.b.; Chas. Green, s. §.; Frank ¢ Yrawford,

wiS3 Jim Conley, oe: 2:3 Joe Shields, 1. f. Man2ger—Chas. sr eto

Golden Star (Philadelphia, Pa.), 14; Lehigh A.\C., :

Golden Star baseball team—William Blemel ly) “pt Harold Smith,
c.; Richard Donahue, 1st b.; John Armstrong, 2d b.; James. Duffy,
3d b.; Thomas Cooney, s. s.; John Hart, r. f.; Bernard Armstrong,
e: f.> Peer Wilkinson. 1 £ Lehigh A. C. baseball team—W.
Graeser, J. Hillin, ec. Goos, re De; S. Dover, 2d b.; W. Weirt,
8d _b.; C. thicner, Ss. 3.3 F. Wide - B. Kennedy, ec. f.; WwW. Lidle,
ket "Manager—Chas. Uhland.

: Golden Star (Philadelphia, Pa.), 4; Magnolia. Pera Oe

Golden Star baseball team—William Blemely, p.; Harold Smith,
c.; Richard Donahue, 1st b.; Bernard Amrstrong, 2a b.;.Joseph
Kilroy, 8d b.; James Duffy, s. s.; John Hart, r. f.; Ben Cummings,
G).45 Herbert Blemely, |. f. Magnolia A. C, baseball team—A.
Grown, p.; F. Harmer, ¢c.; J. Barnett, Ist b.; R. Fitzsimmons, 2d b.; .
G. Brown, $4“ bi E. Boles, *ss73 Sx, Laan; r. Ret 3 AS RBBY |. Ci 0.5 ee
Crone, |. f. Manager—Chas. Uhland. 4

Golden Star (Philadelphia, Pa.), 12;: Columbia A, C., 9.

Golden Star baseball team— William B emely, p.: Harold Smiti,
c.; Richard Donahue, Ist b.; James Duffy, 2d hi; Joseph Kilroy, 84
b.; Ben Cummings. s. s. John Hart, er. f.; William Wilkinson. c. f.;
Herbert Blemely, }. f. Columbia A. CG. baseball team—W. Thorne,
p.: J. Hamilton, ¢.; EF. Fosbenner, ist b.; F. Gutterman, 2d b.; W.
Sex, 8d b.; R. Wiendel, s. s.; J. Murphy, ES his ids CMe sea te;
Armstrong, 1. f. Manager—Chas. ee 3

Pelican Jrs. (New Orleans, La.). Hard eittera, 0.

Pelican Jrs. baseball penn ae Stumpf, D:: BE. Staull, c.; J. Moore,
Ist b.: G. Mertens, 2d b eas 8d b.; H. Miller onoey. g, 8i5
= Hlmer, r. f.;. G. Gkeraon f.; H. Cason, |. f. Hard Hitters
baseball team—J. Wavery, P.; in. fate Os ; J. Ewing, 1st b,; J
Apahe, 2d b.; C. Hall, 3d _b.; Murphy, 8: Stemiler, CBG J.
McArvin, c. f.; P, Franz, 1. f. Rte ee Aa. Miller.

Pelican Jrs. (New Orleans, La.), 9; ase S ;

Pelican Jrs. baseball team—S. Stumpf, p.; Staull, ¢.; J. Aim-
buster, 1st b.; A: Elmer, 2d b,; A. Casson, sd “b.; B. Miller (capt.
and mer.), 8. M. Elmer, r. f.; F Vitter, Cites +S.) Renuler, 1. T.
paperless haneball team—J. hae Ok D.; . Merite, c.; J. Adams, ist
b.; A. Peck, 2d b.; J. Tooley, od gs es Ss. 8.; J. Herbert,
ft aaa a Muller, e. hice Jones, 1. * Manager—H. Miller, 1835
Dry ades street,

Leyden Parks (Campello; ‘Mass.), 83 Matfields, 7.

Leyden Parks baseball team—J. Early, p.; e. allahan, c/; M:. Barly,
1st b.; Kin man, 9d b.: Seablom, 3d b.; Staff, s. s. Thomas, roar
Haven, ¢c. Polson, 1. f. Matfields baseball team—Broo 8,0 D. 3 Gt
Nute, ¢.; Bénson, 1st b.; preys , 24 b.; Packard, 3d b.; H. Nute,
6.8): Davis, Gs Lincoln, c. ; Richards, | a Manager—Geo.

Leyden Parks (Campello, Mass.), 24; Hast Side A. c.,

Leyden Parks baseball team—J. Marly, Se een Cs M. S early,
tet :b2y ‘Kingman, 2d b.; Seablom, 8d b taff, Thomas, v. f.;
Waven, c. f.; Polson, |. f. Eas ide A. C. baseball team—Steven-
son, p.; Gulliver, c.: Ames, Ist b,; Holmes, 24 b.; Pierce, 3d b.:
Brest, s. s.; Wilkinson, r. f.; Ashford, c. f.; Jennings, 1. f. Mana-
rer--Gieo, Callahan.
, Leyden Parks (Campello, Mass.), 22; Temple A. is 4°
Leyden Parks baseball team—J. Early, a Callahan, M. Early,

2d b.; Seablom, al =) Staff, igs i i Beek: ac f.:
CG: ts Rim man, 1. f. Temple A. baseball team—Derry
pe Geictira, ec Warme, 1st b.; Lamb, 2d b.; Si ae eae 8d b.:
Pearson, s. s.; Mills, r. : Knowles, ec. f.; Murphy, 1 _f. Manager—
Cahahan.
ore Leyden Parks (Campello, Mass.), 15; Campello Meee

Leyden Parks baseball team—J. Farly, p.; Callahan, c.; M. Sparly,
1st b.; Thomas, 2d b.; Seablom, 38d b.; Staff, s.; Polson, r. f.;
Haven, c. f.; Kingman, 1, f. Campello A.C: Sek cpa
Churchill, p.; Burgess, c.; Mooney, ‘Ast DB: Oakes, 2d b.; Chase, 3d
b.; Nelson, s. s.; Poole, r. f.; Benoit, c. ; Curran, 1. f. Manager—

o, Callahan. 4
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Lucas, 1. f.; W. Hobert, c. f.: W. Stone. 1 te Prvostfiels
Cobatall team—Pelton, D5 Grave, c.; Forbes, ist bh.) Daty, 2d b. ;
Sommers, 3d b.; Warner, S. 8.5 | Baton, PF. ; Ely, c. f.; Dorway, L f.

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Professor Fourtmen’s advice, through this department, to young athletes has proven so beneficial that Street &
Smith have engaged the good and learned professor to continue the department so long as there are young men

and boys in this country who are anxious to develop themselves, or ambitious to become athletes.

So our young

athletes may continue to seek Professor Fourmen’s advice, which we and they know to be of the best, through this

department.

‘Tf there is anything you want to know about yourself write Professor Fourmen.’’

 

Prof. Fourmen.—The B. P. A. C, Jr. baseball team has been play-
ing. excellent ball during the last two weeks. You will find below
our challenge, which I wish you would have published in Tip Top
and oblige our nine through the manager. This month is the out-
of-town game with Crown Point, H. §., Ind. They are bound to
play us and get even with us ovér the football, but we are going
to. try hard and beat them out. The B. P. A. C. Junior basebal
team/of the Tip Top League challenges all teams entered in the
‘League’ who are from Illinois, to the championship of' State.

R. D. GRAHAM, Mar.,
Buena Park A. C., 1346 Sheridan road, Chicago, Il.

Here is a letter from old friends and faithful Tip Top readers.
We trust that their challenge will be noted and that all ambitious
baseball teams in the vicinity will avail themselves of this op-
portunity to meet the Tip Top Football Champions of 1901.

Prof. Fourmen.—I have been very much interested in your an-
swers published in Tip Top and. I make bold to ask you a few. I
would like for you to tell me some exercise [I could take to broaden
my shoulders and expand my chest. J am six feet one inch, weigh
om hundred and sixty-one pounds and am seventeen years old.
I am one of those boys who are always too big for theit clothes.

_ Please tell me some exercise which would tend to stop my heignt
and make me broader. f Be Was: koey) aes

i. Use chest weights and try breathing exercise three times. daily.
This consists of taking a deep inspiration and holding it while you
count ten. Then let it cut slowly. Repeat this five times and in-
crease the number of inspirations each day. 2. Do not worry about
your height. Some boys grow faster than others and the only
danger is that they will outgrow their strength. Sooner or later
they will catch up with themselves, so to speak, and the point for
you to bear in mind now is attention to your muscles, diet and
digestion. Keep these in good order and you will be certain to put
good weight and strength to your length of bone.

Professor Fourmen.-—-I am fifteén yéars old and my arm is
played out from pitching. Will you please be kind enough to tell
me how to fix it all right, for 1 want to pitch for my team, but
J cannot curve With my sore arm. ; Leo L. Hoopsr.

Massage your arm three times a day, using ‘alcohol. Rub it weil
in. Give your arm complete rest for a week. Do not try to pitch
at all during this time. When you begin again, go at it carefully,
Don’t put on speed at first. Continue massage all season.

Prof. Fourmen.—Please answer the following questions, as I am
very much interested in P. C. What’ exercise will broaden and
develop the shoulders? How can I make my chest broader, fuller
and better developed?. _., STRIPLING.

Use the chest weights and dumbbells. These ‘will help you in
poth respects you mention. ;

Prof. Fourmen.—lI am fifeeen years old and am five feet high and
weigh ninety-five pounds. I can jump five feet at the high jump.
I can run the A hee Bark dash in two and one-tifth seconds, the
one hundred-yard dash in eleven and one-fifth seconds and the
two hundred and twenty-yard potato in forty-eight seconds. Please
tell me if my records are good in next week's Tip Top. JAMIN.
1.. You should weigh five pounds more. 2. Your records are very
fair. tn

- -Prof. Fourmen.—As I am something of an athlete, I would like
to ask a few questions. 1, I am fifteen years,.six months old and

am five feetyone aud half inches tall, how much should I weigh?
2 f ean standing. broad jumny seven feet seven and a half inches,
- and can skate three miles in thirty minutes, How are my records?

-

. tell me how to make it so? 3B.

8. My course of training is as follows: Just before retiring ten
minutes Indian clubs, punch the bag fifteen minutes, ten minutes
jeg and back exercises; and finish with a eold sponge bath. Do
you. think that sufficient exercise for me, as I work ten hours 2
day. Almost every Sunday I walk from ten to fifteen miles. I
close with cheers for the Tip Top, and wish to see your picture on
the back. AN ENTHUSIABT.

1. One hundred and twenty pounds is a fait weight for your
measurements. 2. Your records are excellent. 3. Your exercises are
good, and if you err at all, it is on the side of overdoing. Be care-
tul not to get down too fine.

Prof. Fourmen.—I am a constant reader of the Tip Top Weekly
and am trying to become strong. My measurements are as follows:
Weight, stripped, one hundred and twenty-five pounds; height, in
stocking feet, five feet, three inches; chest, normal, thirty inches;
chest, inflated, thirty-three inches; waist, twenty-nine inches; fore-
arm, ten and one-quarter inches; calf of leg, fourteen inches; neck,
eleven and one-half inches. Do you,.think they ate good? I use
three-pound dumbeils, do you think they are too heavy? I run over
a mile every morning beforé breakfast. I will be very much
pleased to see this in print. SAM MAGOFFIN.

Your measurements are good. Use oné-pound dumbbells instead
of those you now use. They are too heavy. Be careful not to
overtrain. Let me hear from-you again. )

Prof. Fourmen.—I am fifteen’ years old, weigh one hundred and
twenty-three pounds and am five feet, four_inches in height. 1. Is
my weight in proportion to my height? 2. If not, will you please
What is the name of the book which
has in it how to play baseball and handball? J.-C,

1. You should weigh five pounds more. Follow my course of
training and the five pounds will come in course of time. 2 Read
my articles on baseball and handball, published in Tip Top Physical
Culture Department. a ip

Prof.. Fourmen.—Being a reader of Tip Top, I take the liberty to
ask a few questions. 1. Am Séventeén years, five months oid;
weigh one hundred and sixteen pounds, and am five feet, eight
and one-half inches tall. 2Is this all right? 2. I punch the bag and
ride a bicycle two miles every morning and night. Is this enough

exercise?. 3. Is cocoa better than coffee and is grapenuts good?

: | A Tip Top Reapgr.

1. Your weight and measurements are fair. You can improve both
by training cénscientiously. 2. Read my article, “General Training
for Young Athletes,’ in Tip Top Physical Culture Department.
This will give you some new ideas. 3..1f you must drink one of the
other, take cocoa. As for grapenuts, good old-fashioned ungristed
oatmeal has no substitute. and no equal. Don’t try any fancy
articles when the standbys are so much better. ‘

Prof. Foutmen.—I am a constant reader of the Tip Top Weekly
and wish you would answer a few questions about myself. I am
fourteen years old and five feet two inches in height; my weight is
one hundred and twenty-two pounds. Are these good measure-
ments ? iy SEA

Your measurements and weight are about right,

Prof. Fourmen.—I would like to have you answer'a few ques-
tions fer me: 1. What is a good exercise for the development of
the chest? 2. How should I take a cold hath? JOHN Harvey,

1. Chest. weights, dumbbells and the br&athing exercise. 2. Have —
water tepid at first, and never get the temperature so low that it is
disagreeable to you. Always foltow both by brisk rub-down,

 
  

  
  

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make a record in the National Game.
Tournament will be conducted in Four Divis-
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EASTERN, WESTERN, NORTHERN and
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The Winning Team in each League will re-
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which will consist of a complete baseball outfit
for an entire team.

The team which at the end of the season has
the highest average, that is to say, the team
which has played the greatest number of games,

scored the most runs and has been least scored
against by opponents will be deciared the
LEAGUE WINNER of its respective League.

That team of the Four League Winners which
has the highest average will be declared the
TIP TOP. CHAMPIONSHIP TEAM OF
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to the regular First Prize, a large white pennant
bearing the above device.

Tip Top will publish scores of all games played
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