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NEW YORK,
April 6, 1912. Price Five Cents.
DICK MERRIWELL’S ENTHUSIASM;
Or, THE SOPHOMORE PITCHER’S LAST BALL.
By BURT L. STANDISH.
. CHAPTER I.
‘CALLED OUT FOR THE NINE.
‘Harry Maxwell, eager and excited, came rushing
‘into Jim Phillifs’ room.
“Hooray, Jim!" _ he cried. “‘Here’s the list in the
News, and we’ re both to report for the nine at Yale
field to-morrow.
Jim Phillips, who was regarded as the greatest ath-
lete in the sophomore class, gave a cry of pleasure as
he sprang up and seized the paper from his chum’s
hands.
“Good enough,” he exhumed: “Here, Harry, let
me see it. I thought we'd both get that far, but it’s
fine to be sure. Mr. Merriwell didn’t give me any rea-
son ‘to believe that we would be kept on the varsity
squad, but I thought we would.
than of myself, though.”
“What rot!” ebiiiened Harry, flushing with pleas-
~ ure at the compliment, while he disclaimed it, however.
_ “Why, every one knows the way you pitched for our
freshman team last year. You'll be in the box when
we play Princeton and Harvard—see if you won't.”
~ “F don’t know about jthat,” said Jim soberly. “The
varsity’ s differeftt from the freshman team, old boy.
‘It means hard work to make a Yale team—you ‘ought
to know that, after the tug of war. This is all right,
ae: far as it.
I was surer of you
goes, - being on the ee Seat mean —
we're on the team. It’s all been indoors so far. I can
pitch all right in a cage, and you can show that you're
strong and quick, and that’s all Mr. Merriwell can find —
out until he gets us out on the diamond. But it won’t
take him long to get onto us now. What we-want is to
make the Southern trip and get taken along to New
York to play the Giants at the ‘Polo Grounds rst.
There’s something to think about, Harry.” You know —
how it is that day. Every one in New York wants to.
see the Giants, and Matty, and we just fill in. We're |
not supposed to win against big leaguers, but Mr.
Merriwell isn’t the sort to be beaten Lane he sain”
if I know. anything about him.”
“What? You don’t suppose he vfdvites Yale could
play the Giants and have a chance to beat*them, do-
you?” gasped Maxwell. |
“T shouldn’t wonder if he had jist some such idea,
as that in his head,” said Phillips, smiling. “We
haven't been much good at baseball up here for the ©
last two or three years. That’s one reason he’s been _
made universal coach. And we won’ t play any worse |
against those fellows’ if we think we've got a ae
to win, will we?”
Woful Watson, another ee came in at that. ‘
moment, without the formality of knocking, and, hear
ing ie last words ay) Phillips spoke, shook his head
- conversation,
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fill you up with his crazy ideas, Max-
“He thinks that a Yale team can do
~ anything. Why, if those big league fellows thought
_we had any idea we could trim them, they'd shut us
out without a hit or a run and make so many runs
themselves no one could keep track of the score.”
But Watson’s pessimism was too old a story to earn
anything but a laugh. The windows of the room were
wide open, and out in York Street passing students
could look up and see the heads of those inside. « The
call for baseball candidates was an absorbing topic of
and soon other sophomores began to
come up until the room was almost full. There was
a lot of talk, but one thing often to be seen in a stu-
_ dent's room was lacking—no one “was _ smoking.
They were all in training, most of them for the base-
ball team, but some for track athletics or the crew.
Athletics take up a lot of time at Yale, but it is time
that the students would waste if they
ing, for youth demands an outlet for its animal spirits,
“Don't let him f
well,” he said.
~-and one reason that Yale men win such-a great suc-
cess after they leave college is that they have prepared
_theniselyes by games for the serious business that comes
later. So there was some surprise when a big, burly
young fellow, clumping upstairs after every chair was
_taken, brought in a wreath of blue smoke with him, that
curled from. the mouth of a big bulldog pipe.
_ | “Hello, Bill Brady!”
nized him. “Smoking ? P
well see you doing that.”
“Why should he care?” asked B rady,
. turedly. “T’m not out for any of the teams.’
' ‘There was a chorus of protests at that. Brady had
made a reputation as an athlete. But after taking part
‘in the cross-country run and in the hockey game, his
father had insisted that he drop athletics for a time,
and devote himself to study.,
Brady had grown fat and puffy. He had made good
asa catcher, too, and when he had come out for the
tug-of- -war team, and been Yale’ s anchor until a dirty
trick. compelled. Merriw ell to put pees in his place
Better not let Mr.
Merri-
7 _good-na-
otight that he doula surely try. to win a place on the :
arsity, baseball nine.
“Why, Bill,” ‘said Jim Phillips, in eee
was counting on you to coach me and help me make
sophomore battery that would show some of these .
er classmen that they’re not the only ones who can
ie tnge for % acs You' re not a quitter, are
dy fuished at the eoyil but she sthile that ‘went
th it made it impossible for him to resent it. There
d been a time when he and Phillips had been any-
thing but friendly, and when Brady, for that matter,
sas
Pen altogether too much in the company of the
men in the class, but that time was past, and
d Jim were the best of friends now.
‘tl give some of the others. a chance,” he oot
were not:train- .
called the first one who recog-
_ terest.
The result was that
condition,
come out with me.
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altogether. Gray and Taylor are seniors now, and it's
their last chance. Gray can’t hold a candle to you in
the box, Jim, but Taylor’s a good catcher, and you'll get
along well with him. See if you dont.”
- Brady stayed behind as, one after another, the
visitors wandered away, some to go to late recitations,
some to study, others to practice for various athletic
contests. He said little, but puffed reflectively away
at his pipe, while Jim and Harry got out their books
and prepared for coming recitations,
“You! ll be getting known as grinds if you keep on
working this way, ’ he said.
Jim looked up, and laughed at him.
“Can't burn the midnight oil when we're in training,
Bill,” he said. ‘‘Early to bed and early to rise—that’s
Mr. Merriwell’s rule, and if that’s what’s put him
where he is that’s the way. I mean to do, too, He's a
good example to follow, I think.”
“Look here, yott fellows,” said a new voice, that be-
longed to Jack Tempest, the Virginian, “have you heard
about the baseball squad?” The handsome Southerner
held a copy of the Ne ws in his hand, but was laughed
at for his pa-ns, : i
“You're a month late with your news
him.
“Maybe Tim not as late,
pest then. You've seen Mr.
you heard what the seniors
Brady laid aside his pipe
ae
” they told
as you think,” said Tem-
are saying about it?’
and looked up in fresh in-
“They say he’s paying too little attention to Yale
traditions,’ Tempest continued angtily.y “Those tel=-
lows think they own the college. “They want the say.
about who goes on the teams, and they don’t like his |
putting so many sophomores on the squad.
still sore to-day. I heard one man’ say that if Jim —
Phillips made the team none of the seniors would. —
‘ What do 13 ae
play—except Sherman., eS oe
think about that ?’ .
“Not much,” said Phillips aici “There may be
talk like that froma few men, but we're all Yale men, —
and we all want to see Yale win. If I can make a'team
because I’m the best man I’m glad, naturally, but I -
want to see the best man for every place on every
team. They ought to know by this time net shee Ss
what Dick Merriwell’ s after, too.”
“Well,” said Brady, “all I can say is this; - Dick
Merriwell's going to fave his own way, or they'll have
to get a new universal coach. If they don’t know that,
the sooner they. find it out the better, The better for
them, I mean. This may be interesting, though, after
all, Maybe rll quit smoking for a while and. get in
Come on, Jim. Shut up your books :
I'll get a glove and you can
to me for a while to get_your arm working right.”
t Good old Bi ig exclaimed Pai as he
i - went out,
J reak eet yer s. ceariery up
Merriwell’s call—but have —
L heareoee
some talk about it last night, and some of them are
ee —
BS,
oe turning out a winning
‘choice had narrowed down.
_ lenged star.
_and took turns.in pitching to Taylor, the regular varsity
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AT YALE FIELD
There is a thrill for every Yale man when he’sets
foot on Yale field. Even when he is there only as a
spectator, the memory of Me stirring battles that
ground has seen has the power to move him. If he is
hopeful of becoming the successor of those heroes
of the past who have upheld there, against a hundred
foes, the honor of the blue, his feelings cannot be put
into words.
It was a week after Tempest had brought to Jim
Phillips’ room the word of the resentment of the
seniors against the prominence the sophomore ,class
seemed likely to enjoy on the baseball team.
On the baseball field, with the great football stands,
empty now until the return of fall should bring the
sound of the bounding pigskin and the sharp call of the
signals, looming up at one side, threescore of Yale
athletes were spread out. On, one side, under the
wateh ful eye of Dick. Merriwell himself, the’ pitchers
were shooting their prettiest curves into the big mitts
of the ambitious catchers.
In the outfield, a dozen or more eaiies chased
the flies that were batted out by Tom Sherman, the
quiet, capable captain of the team, Merriwell’s right-
hand man in the effort to send out another winning
team for Yale, and still others took it in turn to guard
the four corners of the infield, while another veteran
drove hot grounders at them.
‘It was a pretty scene, and in the first warmth of the
early spring many Yale men found it their chief pleas-
ure to come to the field and watch the practice. Some
watched all the squads that were at work, but the big-
gest crowd was a hiaall the pitchers. Unless Yale was
strong in the box there was no hope of a champion-
ship. So Dick Merriwell, facing for the first time since
he had been made universal coach, and put in charge of
the athletic destinies of his Alma Mater, the task of
nine, was devoting all his en-
ergies, for the time, to-selecting the best men among
the pitchers who had turned out. And already the
Two men excelled all the
rest, and it was obvious that they must, divide between
them the burden of bringing the championship home to
New Haven.
The two were Jim Phillips, the big sophomore, and
Robert Gray, the veteran of many a hard-fought game
against Harvard and Princeton, last year the unchal-
Between them as they seo side by side
catcher of the year before, and sure, since Bill Brady
- was not trying for the team, to hold his place this
me there seemed little to choose.
But Dick Merriwell had won his place by his. unfail-
} ing judgment of men, no less than by his surpassing
knowledge of all sports and games, and Jim Phillips
won’ more of his favor than he could’ give to Gray.
He did not fail t®notice, eithér, that Taylor, when he »
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his head in the pinches.
ght. ERE, batls that Gray, his roommate and greatest
friend, pitched, was careful to hold his position e: cacti
so that it would seem that the ball had cut the plate
perfectly, while, when Jim was pitching, he twisted
around and made it seem that, owing
more’s terrific speed, he had difficulty
the ball. Once or twice, too, he callec
Phillips.
“You're as wild as.a hawk, son,’’ he shouted once.
“Keep her in the groove—watch my signals. When I
call for an outcurve, don’t pitch me a fast drop.”
There was no trick of the art of pitching unknown
to Dick Merriwell. Had he cared to do it, he could
have drawn a big salary from more than one league
nine, after he finished his career at Yale, but he had
neither the need nor the desire to be a professional
athlete. When he had seen enough, he went to Taylor
suddenly, took his glove, and dropped himself into the
catcher’s crouching attitude. He could learn more
about the two pitchers in such work in ten minutes than
a week of watching would teach him. When he had
measured each of them, he said nothing, but, giving
them ajuick nod, sent them to the dressing ro6m to
take a shower and a rubdown. Then he spent a few’
minutes more in earnest talk with Captain Sherman.
“We'll have a great nine this year, Tom,” he said,
dropping his hand affectionately on the captain’s shoul-
der, “if thé fellows will do their part. Jim Phillips
will be the best college pitcher of the year.
“Do you think so?” said Sherman, startled. “IT
thought Gray would be the first-string man.”
“Gray is better than most college pitchers,” said
Merriwell, “but Phillips will beat him, if he keeps
on the way he has begun. He is big and strong, and
it doesn’t hurt him at all to pitch with lots of speed.
That is his big advantage over Gray. He has good
curves, too, and I think he’ll kriow better how to use
The sophomore class is a good
one—they'll give us some fine athletes for the teams.”
“There’s-a lot of talk about that, Mr. Merriwell,”
said Sherman, coloring a little. “You will, understand
that ’'m not in it, and I want you to use your own
judgment about picking the team. But some of the
to the sopho- —
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warningly to
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seniors think that if so many sophomores make the
nine, it looks as if the seniors were being Slighted a
little. I’m afraid, for instance, that if Gray doesn’t —
_ make the team as first- -string man, it will make Taylor
feel angry.’
“Tt’s none of @aylor’s shiek Ww ho makes the team,”
said Dick Merriwell, a little hotly. ‘“He’s a Yale man, ©
and his job is to get out 6n the field and catch as well
as he can.
find a catcher who does, and’ who will a the col-
leer efore his own friendships.” a
f course, sir,” said Sherman, “but I he ett Ect »
ought to: know what was being said. I don’t think
there'll be any trouble, and if there is, ‘ m with rar
all the way.’ :
“know it, Tom, ” said Merriwell. se rahe me ‘if
I was angry. But I don’t like to see little personal .
quarrels affecting the work of a Y ale team. That is
If-he doesn’t want to do that, we Ilhave to
‘morrow, with Gray pitching for one side
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not the way things should be. Call the men back now.
They've done enough for to-day. Give them a run
around the track, and we'll have a practice game to-
and Phillips
That wil
for the other. | be a good test.”
CHAPTER III,
THE SEEDS OF JEALOUSY.
is there?” asked Maxwell
in Phillips’ rooms, before
“No training table yet,
of Jim Phillips, that evening,
dinner. ,
“Not for a week yet, ‘T heard,”
“Come on, then,” said Maxwell.
feed, and I’ve got money to burn.
said Phillips.
“T feel like a good
We'll go down
~. to Morey’s and have a big steak and a real feed.”
“I'm with you,” said Jim heartily.
_ The-sameness of the fare at Commons’, where they
Were in the habit of eating every day, was wearing
- when continued too long, and a meal at Morey’s, where
every Yale man has acquired -memories of such meals
as the greatest restaurant of the capitals of the world
cannot efface, was something to make his mouth water.
“No fancy stuff,’’ he said. “We're on our honor to
keep in trim, you know. No beer or wine.’
“Sure not,” said Maxwell. “I’m hungry as a bear
after chasing flies in the outfield all afternoon, though,
oo they don't give us workers enough at Commons’.
Lt
as hungry when I got through as when I sat down if
- 1 went there.
steaks, whole loaves of bread, all the milk we can
’ drink, and as much of everything as we want.
ot Ene ng about it all afternoon,
‘There were plenty of other athletes of the same kind,
all right when we're not out for a team, but I'd be
T hink of the training table, boy! Big
I was
Come on.’
evidently, for Morey’s was crowded’ when they got
there, and they found themselves at a table near Gray,
Bi Taylor, and two other seniors.
zi not out for the baseball team were drinking beer, and
The two who were
Jim noticed, with disgust, that both Gray and Taylor,
oP Maxwell with a grunt.
ren
when. they thought no one was looking, would empty
he glasses of their companions.
“None of our business,” he said. “ ‘Ifa senior caught
‘us doing it he'd call us down quick, enough, but we're
only, sophomores. All we can do is not. tofollow ee
example.” | |
es ‘ested: up soiteents and: awed ivy 8 “eyes fixed
He sneered; then bent over and spoke to
Taylor turned aroihd then, a d gave the two
le an oo that br
Maxwell’s face. *
wich he children, ° Be | here's t the ki id pitcher that has the
nerye to think he can do you out of your place, Robert,”
Maxwell would not be restrained then, though
S did his best.
-end of it, though.
He a this out ©
with |
ought the Hot bined to do his best, even if he seemed. ‘to be under a
‘Morey’ is getting beveling:
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see what happens in that practice game to-morrow. I'll
bet he strikes you out three times, Mr, Taylor.”
“Done with an as much as you like,’ shouted
Taylor, enraged. “What shall it be—fifty-—a hun-
dred?”
“‘Nohsense,”’ said PMillips, advancing. ‘That's not
the sort of thing we should bet on. If we must bet,
let it be with Prineeton. and Harvard.”
“Oh, Pll let him off, if you like,” said Taylor, his
mouth shaping another sneer. ‘You're wiser than
he is—you know you can’t pitch against real batters.”
“ll make that bet for twenty-five dollars,” said
Maxwell furiously. “‘That’s all I can afford, Mr.
Taylor. My father isn’t as rich as yours.
Taylor flushed a little at that, and there was a sub-
dued laug h from some at other tables who had heard,
It was common gossip that Taylor's father, a poor
man, had married his mother for her money.
Jim Phillips, his dinner spoiled by the unpleasant
scene, got Maxwell away as soon.as he could. He said
nothing, but his displeasure was manifest.
“I’m sorry, Jim,” said Harry. “If I’d stopped to
think, I’d»never' have gone over there at all. But I~
couldn't let that cad think he could scare me out Ob
making a bet after the way he spoke.”
“I suppose not, Harry,” said Jim. “Let this be the,
We don’t want to have anything
The only thing that
to do wit Taylor and his crowd.
keeps him in with the better men in his owh class is
his ability to play baseball. When he isn’t in train-—
ing, he travels with’a very fast crowd. He’s out of ©
our class, and the best thing for us to do is to ep
away from him.” —
As it turned out the next day, however, the bet
was never settled. There were few things likely in_
any way to affect a Yale team that didn’t come to the —
ears of Dick Merriwell, and, though he said nothing,
Jim Phillips was sure, when the coach announced the
two teams that were to meet, that it was no accident —
that made Taylor the catcher on his team, while the
- receiving for Gray was done by a substitute catcher,
a junior named Farley.
“That’s a fine note!’ complained Gray tibearde 3
“How can T/pitch with a catcher I’m not used to? Mr.
- Merriwell must be trying to/ give this Phillips the best
of it, all right.
old ‘Taylor for his catcher.” ;
- Gray had plenty of grit, however. He warmed
‘arley, and, after they had consulted about sig
Gray was deter
Any dub could piteh a good g game isi
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and. strategy, the game began, »
- cap, and, a piece of chewing gum in his mouth, he ga
_at first a dazzling display of brilliant pitching oh
- curves broke widely, and the batters on the other <
including aoe a i ee ‘could do little ‘
—e sys to his feet and eae ree him.
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if'he is inclined to cut up a bit about Phi llips. He's a
good pitcher, and if he keeps on like this, he'll do
well. He may not know it himself but when it comes
to the pinch he'll do the best that’s in him.”
“TI hope so,” said the captain. “He's doing better
than Phillips so far.’’
“Phillips isn’t doing all he can’ said
“They're hitting him, but if you'll notice, he’s pitch-
ing a straight, fast ball, unless there are men.on
“bases, and not trying to strike them all out. He’s sav-
ing himself for the real pinch: That’s where he shows
his good sense. Most college pitchers think they’re
not doing their best unless they're pitching drops and
curves every time. Look there! He’s making ‘Taylor
change his signals—that’ s not the first time he’s done
/ it, either.’ 4
Ordinarily a practice game is not taken very se-
‘riously, especially when it is the first of the spring.
But it:was different to-day. The rivalry between the
two pitchers was known to every one, and several
hundred students had turned out to watch the game.
The two teams, too, had become partisans for the after-
noon; though Taylor would gladly have been on the
‘losing side for the sake of seeing Phillips humiliated.
So’ the game was very close and hard fought, and
when the eighth inning came without a score for either
side, excitement ran high.
Phillips’ team was first at bat, and, through no fault
‘ af Gray’s, the bases were filled with only, one man
out, errors behind him having niullified his good pitch-
“ing.
Merriwell:
‘a tremendous effort, was to raise a long fly to the out:
field, which Harry Maxwell caught without moving
from his position. Harry could have muffed that fly,
and: made Jim’s vietory certain, but chance had put him
on the other side, and he was loyal to his pitcher. He
iP warited to see Jim beaten, though he ‘had moments
if when he wished that they were on the same side.
and
He had done no hitting at all,
Now, with the bases still full, two were out,
Phill ips was at the bat.
and, though for a pitcher he was a good hatter, Gray
thought he could dispose of him easily, since he had
“sent “Taylor back to the bench. Jim, on the other
hand, was doubly anxious to make a hit now and win
his own game. And, in his overconfidence, Gray
pitched him just the sort of ball he was looking for. It
came up straight and slow, and. Jim stepped out and
rove it on a line far out into center field,
Maxwell, seeing the flight of the ball, saw, too, that
uld travel far over his head; and,
ting, to race back. ‘Theretwas a chance he felt,
he could get under it.
‘ing downward. With a last effort he tlirew himself
ward, clutched the ball, and then, with a cry of dis-
ntment, felt it sl ip through his fingers and strike |
ind: He threw, it'in as ay as he noes but
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He faced a dangerous batter, too, in Tayor, but,
the best that worthy could do, despite what looked like |
tuined, without
He hea-d the roar of
rs as he ran, and, pooking: up, saw the ball cury-—
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while he sullenly struck out the next man, knew he was
beaten by the despised sophomore pitcher.
“Good work, Maxwell?”
Harry returned to the bench, but Gray only scowled.
“Dropped it cleverly, « don’t you think?” he suggested
to a friend, but obviously so that Maxwell would hear
him. ‘Wanted his friend to win his game, I suppose.
I can't expeet to win if my fielders don’t back me up.”
“That's rot, Robert,” said another senior, who heard
him. “Young Maxwell made a oe try for an im-
possible catch. If he'd made it,-he would have de-
served a tablet in the hall of fame. Vake your lick-
ing like a man—you can turn the tables on him the
next time.’
But Gray was biattanis in his belief that Maxwell
had deliberately thrown him down, and, walking home \
with Taylor from the field, found his regular catcher
agreed with him.
At home all the baseball players found orders to re-
port at the New Lincoln Hotel for dinnef that night—
all that sii chosen for the honor of going to the train-
le, that is. They found Dick Merriwell wait-
ing for them, and the universal coach had g few tenes
to aa
“This is early for starting the training table, fel-
lows,” he said, “but I’ve got a particular reason for it.
I want you all in the best possible shape when we go
down to New York to play the Giants. , Listen to me!
We've been playing the Giants for a good many years.
now, and getting laughed at for the way they showed
us up. It’s all right to say that they’re professionals,
and we can’t be expected to give them a hard gaine,
but I want this team to change:a all that, We’re going
down there to beat them if we can, and to make them.
understand, anyhow, that they’ve been in a real game.
Will you back me up in that?”
Would they? They were Yale men, and he had
struck just the note they could most easily respond to.
In a rfiament, passers-by i in Chapel Street paused at the
sound of the old Yale cheer, pene from within the
somber walls of the famous hotel: *
said Merriwell kindly, as
“Breke koex, koex, koex,
Breke koex, koex, koex,
Breke koex, koex, koex,
Rah, rah, rah, Yale. Merriwell! Merriwell! Merriwell !”
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CHAPTER IV...
jIM PHILLIPS’ NEW FRIEND.
There was anger and bitterness in the camp of che
faction of the senior class that supported Gray and
Taylor that night, Taylor went about among his par-
ticular friends proclaiming that Maxwell had dropped
the long drive on purpose, so that Robert Gray might
be beaten in the practice game; and, while Gray had
little to say, his scowl, when the subject was mentioned, ©
was enough to show that he had a similar opinion, —
Most of the seniors, it was true, laughed at the whole —
“ affair,
, dt made Bibi Ni them who oe on a tea ;
Like Sherman, they wanted “Wale to win, and —
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as long as he was able to do his part for Yale on the
field. But a certain faction, composed of men who
had not hailed the appointment of Dick Merriwell as
universal coach with the delight that greeted it on al-
most all sides, was only too ready to seize upon any
chance to show fight, and Taylor, who had inherited
the instincts of a politician, made use of his skill to stir
up a bitter feeling against Phillips and”™Maxwell.
The defeat had a bad effect on Gray. It made him
nervous, and his work in the pitcher’s box suffered so
that it took ho expert to see that he was not at his
best. Day after day, now, practice games were played,
and in each Jim Phillips improved upon his rival’s
showing. It seemed to make, little difference to him
who did his catching. When Farley, who could not
hold his fastest pitching, was behind the bat, he changed
his’ style, and, instead of relying on a fast ball, used a
puzzling change of pace and a larger variety of curves.
Under Dick Merriwell’s steady coaching, he improved
wonderfully, too. More and more students took to go-
ing out to Yale field to see the practice, and gradually
the news spread about the campus that the baseball
team was going to be the best in years; that there \
was a chaniee that it might spring a surprise. on the
mighty Giants when the big leaguers, disposed to hold
‘the college team lightly, faced Dick Merriwell’s charger
on the Polo Grounds.
_. Taylor scoffed openly at such talk. He shared Wo-
ful Watson’s pessimism when he heard it. a
“Not a chance to hold them down, ev en,” he said.
auene team’s good enough, but if this Phillips i is going
_ to pitch they’ i khock sae right out of the box. Then,
- Tsuppose, they'll want Gray to go in and try to save
the game after it’s lost.”
Dick Merriwell, though he was disappointed by Bill \
Brady’s refusal to ‘turn out for the nine, was glad of
} the big sophomore’s help in the coaching. Brady had
a knowledge of the tricks of the game She pst by
few outside of the ranks of the professionals, ‘an ‘and he
gave the universal coach many a good word of advice
as he lounged about the diamond. Every morning,
- too, overcoming his natural inclination to lie abed, he
would go out with Jim Phillips and spend an hour
in catching the balls Jim pitched. He distrusted Taylor
_ by this time, and warned Jim to look out for tricks by
_ the catcher when it came to a real gante.
“Why, what can he do?” asked Phillips. “All he’s |
_ there for is to catch. I’ve got to do the pitching.”
“That’s right enough,” said’ Brady,” but you’ want
‘to remember that a catcher can cross a pitcher in a hun-
dred little ways if he’s sore on him. A lot depends on
‘the way he takes the ball. If he wants to he can drag
it down-so as to make the umpire think you’ve pitched
a ball when you cut the plate just right for a strike,
-and there’s lots. of other lle he can n hurt ye instead
of helping you.”
Jim watched Payton’ after that, and saw very soon
that Bill Brady had been right.
attempt, to give him the sort of help he had been used
FY to Ee eeh vine from pnts, cerchoae: He seemed. puppceely
if you didn’t like me,
The senior made no
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to confuse signals s, and he shifted position more than
once as Jim was winding up, so as to make it almost
impossible for him to hold the ball if it came where
‘Jim had intended to throw it. In practice games this
would make little difference, Jim knew, but he was
afraid of what it would mean should Taylor attempt
anything of the sort in a really important contest.
When Gray was pitching, Taylor showed his real
skill. He helped Robert out of tight places with good
advice, and he used,every trick of the catcher to help
the twirler he liked.
Jim was aroused to anger when he fully realized
this, but there seemed to be nothing to do. He would
not complain to Dick MerriweH—1if the coach couldn't:
see what was going on under his eyes he would have to
remain in ignorance. *
Then suddenly there was a change. Taylor turned —
friendly. He began to give Jim all the good advice he
eould think of, and he reversed every trick he had been
playing, so that Jim knew again: what it was to be
working with a first-class catcher thoroughly in sym-.
pathy ite him. .He wondered at the change, but soon.
found an. explanation. There had been a break be-
tween Gray and Taylor, who had, through all their.
college life, been the closest of friends.
Gray was as hostile as ever. He spoke to Jim only. .
when he had to at the training table or on the fiel d..: !
and he never passed him without a sneer and an angry
look.
hatred for his successful rival, was giving him the —
cold sgoulder now. They still roomed together, but
\ they were never at home together unless they were
asleep. They got as far apart as they could. at the’
training table, and the breach between them w as soon
known to the whole college. : ifn
A day or two after it began, Taylor came to Jim,
frankly, with outstretched | Hand, ;
SEM been” wrong about you, Phillips,” he said,/in
the/presence of two or three of Jim’s classmates, who
heard every word he said. ‘You're a better pitcher
than Robert Gray ever thought of being, and I’m go-
ing fo tell every one so. I’ve been deceived in that
fellow; I thought he was all
I’m through with him.
friendly with me?”
“There's nothing to forgive,”
“Tt al-
wa ays takes two to make a quarrel, Taylor, and [ never
_saw any reason why [| should quarrel with you, even
“said Phillips.
I thought it was only natural |
that you: should stick to your friend, and between Ps
Gray and myself I’ve only been anxious that the one Of ©
us who can do pa for Nate: eed pitch in a Bis
Sages oN
So peace was made bere: them, ‘and after ‘that
they seemed likely to make a*battery that Yale base-
‘ball men would remember for years to come.
well was pleased, and so was Jim, though he had little
to say about it. But Jack Tempest, who had over-
heard the reconciliation, seemed to be doubtful.)
“He ought. never r to have put, Mpshocks 4 in n the
But Taylor, who ‘had inspired much of tia
right, but he’s a mucker. |
Will you forgive me, and be * |
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he said. “And I wouldn’t be too anxious,
that in coming to you
the
_he has you. Remember, too,
that way he’s gone back on his own friend Gray.
“You're still a Southerner, Tempest, said, Jack,
laughing. “Up here in the Nérth we judge a man by
what he does, not by his family.”
“J. didn’t mean it that way,” said’ Tempest. “I’ve
learned a few things myself since J] came to Yale, and
that’s one of them. But I don’t believe that Taylor’s
turning round in his tracks that way without some rea-
son.° That’s all.”
Bill Brady whistled when he heard the news.
Well, he said my steriously, “you can teach an
old ‘dog new tricks sometimes, but [ didn’t think Taylor
was that sort of a dog. I suppose you won't want any
more’ practice sessions with me, will you, Jim, now
that ~ varsity catcher’s kindly consented to be good
to: you? sa
a “We il, Toguess I will,” said Jim indignantly. | “‘Lots
ef times this s spring, when Mr. Merriwell’s told me
something, I haven’t understood just what he meant
until we had one of our sessions back of the gym be-
fore breakfast in the morning. You're getting thin,
too.” ‘Bill. You look almost as if you were in condi-
: a pares to go.in and catch a game.’
~ #*Well, I guess I could throw the ball San to sec-
hae a “ e
j Snd as. fast as most of these fellows can get there, when
they try to steal,” said 3ill complacently. He stuck
his empty pipe.in his mouth and sucked on the stem.
“Tve quit smoking, too, I just lug this old pipe around
with me so that when I get hungry for a smoke I can
stick it in my mouth and nraké myself think I’m get-
ting a fine old pull of tobacco. But I gave all my smok-
ing stuff to the janitor two weeks ago, and now I won't
even walk along in the street behind a fellow, who's got
a pipe or a cigar going so that the smoke comes
“near me.’
“T suppose’ that’s why you're so gr subs. Bill,
Woful Watson dolorously.. “My father quit smoking
one time, and after a week of it my mother gave him a
box of cigars and a hundred cigarettes, and begged
chim: to start up again.
Ave, in the house ve him any longer 1£ he didn’t.
smoke.”
_ They all laughed at the doleful so phomore, but Max.
well stopped them. pic
-. “Let him alone,” he ofdered. “Can't you see he
Z - thinks he’s got to be funny once in a while since we
rae elected him class wit, He’s doing his best. I saw him
reading Joe Miller’s joke book the other day, and he'll
see the point of one of the jokes pretty soon so he can
spring it on us. I move that we give Watson.a vote of
tt inks for trying so > hard to fill tthe duties of his new
+
aes all very. well,” shouted the goaded, Watson,
jicked up a ‘pillow and moved near the door, so
could eseape after he threw it at one of his
| BE Sbut ae fellows, will: have to, take ee
Jim, to be
friendly with a man who had blackguarded me the way”
‘ute, will your
Said sy
She said’ she was afraid to.
ball gaine, wh ,
' count of the great orowds, which had exhausted every
other place in New Haven where a bed or a meal could |
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seriously one of these days, and then you'll be sorry
you spent all your time jeering at me.”
He aimed the pillow squarely at Maxwell, and ran
down the stairs so fast that no one could catch him.
As he rushed into the street he connoned into Tay-
lor, and the big catcher caught him in his great arms.
‘Can't you look where you're going, yeu confounded
sophomore?” asked Taylor, then dropped his anger
and released poor Watson. “Is Phillips up there?”
“Sure,” said Watson, and continued his flight, for
he heard footsteps on the stairs behind him,.and feared
the vengeance of Maxwell, who had threatened many
times to turn him over his knee and spank him publicly
if he gave him cause. .
“Oh, Phillips,” called Taylor, “come on down a min-
I've got some friends visiting me, and
they want to shake hands with the great Yale pitcher
Phillips didn't want to go, but he thought it would :
seem ungracious to refuse, and came dow nstairs in a
minute or two. Taylor linked arms with him, as if
they had always been the best of friends, and they went
off together. |
CHAPTER V.
AN UNEXPECTED JOURNEY.
“I’m only on bare speaking terms with Gray these
days,” Taylor explained, as they walked along, “so
I’m not going to take you'to my rooms. My friends
are waiting for me at the hotel down by the station.
They're only stopping over a train to call on me, any-
how, so they took a private room ddwn there, and
are having an early dinner. We'll go down and talk
to them a while, and then they'll go on to New York.”
At the old-fashioned, rather < lilapidated hotel near
the station, Jim Phillips felt almost inclined to express
his surprise. Taylor had plenty of money for an
allowance, he knew, and it seemed likely that his friends
would be as well off as he was himself.
it seemed strange that they should select, as a place to.
stop and eat dinner, this old hostelry, used mostly by
a very cheap sort of transients, without the means to
avail themselves of the better fare to be had at the
The only time he had ever been in
Lincolft Hotel.
the hotel pet yas at the time of the last big foot-
n it was pressed into service on ac-
be obtained.
In the room, however, a very good meal was on ~
the table, being enjoyed by three men, and a champagne ;
bottle yhalf full, was in evidence, as well as two more —
that had: been emptied. The three greeted Taylor .
noisily, and he introduced them to Phillips as his.
friends, Jack Hopper, Tim O'Rourke, aa ves
Barnes, .
“Proud to meet you, Mr. Phillips,” ee Barres: in
a husky voice that made Jim, not accustomed to the
ravages of whisky, which will eat away thaw vocal
_ cords as the -first signs of its attack on the constitu
_ tion of the habitual arinker, thi nk he had a dad col
Therefore —
, “be in in a minute.
weet
ope mpm mary mt omaha meagan tS ot
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“Old Taylor here said he could get the great Yale
pitcher to come down and shake hands with us} but we
didn’t really believe he could.” .
“I’m sure I’m very glad to meet you,” said Jim,
though he was stretching the truth to be polite. ‘But
I’m not a great pitcher yet, and I don’t know that |]
ever will be. The season hasn't really begun, you
know.
“Then you can join us ina little smile, can’t you?”
said Hooper insinuatingly. “Tim, open up a
bottle for Mr. Phillips.”
“No, thanks,” said Jim quickly, as Tim proceeded
to obey. “I’m in training, you know, even though
we haven't begun our hard games yet. Mr. Taylor
will tell you that, and that I never drink, anyhow.”
“That's right,’ said Taylor, with a wink. “Mr.
Phillips is a model stu@ent. He never gets into any
scrapes with the faculty.”
They all laughed at that, as if it were a great joke.
Jim couldn't see that anything funny had been said,
and he looked hard at Hooper. Something about the
fellow seemed familiar, though the more he looked at
him the more certain he was that he had never seen
him before. He was the strangest of the lot in appear-
ance. A big man, his clothes were rough, and instead
of acollar he wore a muffler about his neck. He wore
big soft hat, too, that he dragged down over his
eyes.
The men were nearly finished with their dinner when /
the two students came in, and they now lighted vil-
lainous cigars, which Jim and Taylor refused to share,
and began to'talk of baseball. Jim noticed that Hooper
-and Barnes did nearly all thé talking, while O’Rourke >
was content to listen to the conversation and look at
them all in turn. But Jim noticed, too, that the silent
one’s eyes were on himself more often pe on any of.
the others. ,
“He'll certainly recognize me if he ever wants to
see me again, ’ said Jim to himself, but ‘he thought little
of it.
| At last Barnes drew his watch from his pocket, and
gave an exclamation. 7
“Time to go, boys,’ Barnes said,
Will you walk over to. the tracks
with us, Mr. Phillips?” bs }
“Sure we will,’,said Taylor, answering bor Jim.
“We've got plenty of time before we're due back for
the training table, Jim. We'll speed the parting
- guests, eh?”
Jim saw no reason to. refuse.
a
a aa Taylor went with him, and bent over Pee to
ms 50 | ‘
. “Don’t he deceived by the roughness of my friends,
~ Phillips,” e said. “They’ re splendid fellows at heart.
I got to know them in New York, because they’re in
boy hey’re good/men to know.”
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fresh
“Our train will
_ “Where is T aylor?
He had a moment to_
wait while Barnes and the others settled their bills at
7 the hotel desk, and went out to get a breath of fresh Barnes.
behave yourself,
want to do is to be stil while the professor here fixes.
We had to decorate you a bit to make you come quietly,
| my. father’s political. elub, and they're very useful to
weakened state, against the two ruffians who had «
a
seemed a perfectly good one to Jim. He knew that
politicians were not always models of deportment, and, A
aiter all, there had been nothing offensive about Tay- i -
lor's friends. They evidently knew a lot about pro ets we
fessional baseball, and: they had asked him a lot of’ Aes
questions about the college gare, and given him some { ag
good tips, Barnes, in particular, having illustrated for @ %8™
ith a particular trick of a quick delivery that he said He BO
the famous Rusie had taught him years before. f Tt
As they reached the, station, the train pulled in. The — | f
three men got their bags from the parcel room, and } he
W ent to the parlor car. ; a
“I’ve got a book on pitching in my bag that I meant a
to bring up to the hotel for you, Mr. Phillips,’ said os
Barnes. ‘Come in with us to our stateroom, and ri Bie.
get it out for you. They change engines here, so'you've | 5
got plenty of time.’ cs
Jim was about to decline, but all four of them, o
Taylor joining his friends, helped to urge him up the "
car steps, without actually dragging him, and, after a
‘all, there was no reason why he “should not go. The ol
offer seemed a kindly one. But no sooner was he re
inside the stateroom than something — struck. him .
squarely behind the ear, and in’ a.moment, seeing .
more stars than he could remember were in the heavens, - :
he went down and out:on the carpeted floor of the © *
‘dtawing-room compartment. He heerd a hoarse latigh* 4 B
as he went down, and then everything was a blank for th
him. je
The splashing of cold. water on his face pevived cl
him, and he opened his eyes stupidly, to close them — .
again at once because the light hurt him. am
“You soaked him too hard, Monty,” said a voice, | .
which’ he recognized as. that of the hitherto.silent | ~ ;
Ti im cr Rourke, "Tican’t do nothing with him till he — f i
comes fo ti ae ee
“Aw, ye're full of prunes, ’ said Barnes, throwing 4
more water on his victim’s face. ‘I only give him & e
a little tap with a sandbag. He'll come out of tine 4
a minute as chipper as you please.” : a
_ Jim justified the phophecy, in part at least, by: hei ress,’
gling until he sat up. His head was spinning around, | ~~ a
and, putting his hand to his sore head, he could feel Wy als
a rising bump where he had been struck. | i 4 ~
he asked weakly,
And where am [?”
He needed no answer, however, to the last ques-
tion. The steady drone of the wheels told him that,
he was on a fast- -moving express train. Then he re
membered how he had come into the stateroom. |
“Keep quiet, now, boy!” croaked the husky-voiced
“There ain't no harm coming to you, if you:
You can’t get away, and all you~
“What. does this outrage mean?”
up your face a little and makes you look more natural, |
but he’ll soon fix all that.”
Struggle as he would, Jim was SCANS: in his |
tured him, — He tried to cry, out, but a ‘cian
: was stuffed into his mouth and held there firmly, as
S a gag. Then he was strapped up and trussed by
| wrists and ankles so that he could only lie in help-
; _ |. less rage on the sofa. When he was reduced to such
; a state, O’ Rourke got out a piece of paper and a photo-
i _ agraph, and, studying first_the picture and then the
1 \| bound athlete before him, he set to work.
ee First he rubbed some grease all over Jim’s face.
ae hei® with strokes of half a dozen little brushes of the
; - | finest’ camel’s hair, each used for a different pigment,
| he completely changed the lines Of the Yale pitcher's
countenance, so that his best friend would have had
trouble in recognizing him. With a razor he made his
eyebrows look entirely different, and two quick anjec-
tions of bella donna, ‘carefully made, gave Jim’s eyes
‘a most unnatural brillrance. His hair was cut and dis-
ordered, and, as a last touch, a scraggly black mustache
was affixed to his upper lip. Then, the gag still fixed
in his mouth, he ‘was released from his bonds and
| allowed to look at his changed image in the looking-
4. glass. :
He started back in horror at what he saw. He had
never been vain of his looks, but he had known himself
for a fellow of average appearance, certainly not re-
pulsive. Now he saw staring at him from the glass a
‘man at least thirty-five years of age, to judge from
his appearance. His eyes stared‘wildly, witha look in
them of unnatural ferocity, and his mouth was twisted
into a permanent snarl.. He was such an image as a
child would cry out at seeing, fit to terrify any one.
But there was more-to,come. . While he tried to
resist, his clothes were torn fromshim, and he was
forced to don a, dirty. white shirt, without cuffs, a pair
of ragged trousers,
bare skin beneath to be seen, and patched and filthy
shoes that filled him with disgust at the sight of them.
Then, his captors, satisfied, apparently, by ‘their work,
“i bs
f
BS
hy
DAK,
keeping him still gagged, forced him. to sit down.
Barnes went to the “door and galled softly.
“Come on, Jack,” he said. “He's finished. Want
p10 See. him?”
sword, | He had evidently been guardittg the door, to
_\.4 prevent an inopportune intrusion by the conductor or
© a brakeman before the work was finished. |
1d “Stand up, Mr. Phillips,” he said, with a note of
venomous, spiteful triumph in his voice that startled
Jim, “and let’s have a look at you.”
of : ae order, and was jerked roughly. to his feet,
eek _while Hooper dealt him a heavy blow in the face.
es #Y ou look fine,’ said the coward then, while Jim
trained junavailingly to get away from Barnes and
O’Rourke, who held him at either side.
‘hands, ‘men, and we'll make him perfectly harmless.”
: -ertain
oke, ‘felt the chill of cold steel on his wrists as Hooper:
now, as you can see for
socks with holes that allowed his.
“Vou bet I do!” said Hooper, Mouths in at the ~
sat silent, unable to speak, unwilling to obey
“Hold out his . |
> And then Jim, despair settling on him as he aed
that this was not some far-fetched, practical
ipped ‘a pair of handcuffs over them, and he stood,
there, manacled ay ae as any elon Pay hy rage
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The train was in the tunnel by this time, nearing the
Grand Central Station, and Jim was determined that,
upon its arrival, he would make one last attempt to
escape by seeking to attract the attention of a police-
man or a station official, He hoped they would re-
lieve him of his gag, and thought they would have to,
in. the crowded station. And he was right. As the
grinding noise of the brakes broke on his ears and the
train began to slow down, Barnes removed the hand-
kerchief that had been choking him.
“Keep a quiet tongue in your head,” he hissed, “if
you know what’s good for you. You'll come to no
harm if you don’t make any trouble for us. It won't.
‘do you any sort of good to make an outery—you don’t
look much like Jim Phillips, the
yourself
Yale pitcher, right
in the glass. Take
a friend's advice.”
“You're a fing sort of a ‘friend,’ said Jim contemptu-
ee “T don’t know what sort of a trick you're up
, but you'd better let me go free now before you
go too far. You'll all land behind the bars for this,
if you re not careful.”
“You'll be SINGING ga different. tune 1f F you try any
tricks, my fine fellow,” said Hooper fiercely, and in
the unguarded malice of his tone there was again some-
thing that seemed familiar to Jim, The train had
come to a stop now. Hooper held the door of the room |
half open, then shut it suddenly, and turfed to Barnes.
‘Careful, now, Monty!” he said. “Not too hard.”
Jim swayed suddenly under a stunning blow on the
side of his head, but it was not hard enough this time
to knock him down. He staggered, and, a moment
later, half stunned, was being half dragged, half car-
ried, down the car steps, and supported as he made his
way to the train gate. Ina daze he heard the question
of the doubtful station. master.
“Your: friend’s in a bad way, isn’t he?”
official. ‘Want to send for a doctor?”
Hooper tapped his forehead significantly.
‘“He’s a little violent,’ he said. , ‘Escaped from
Doctor Hunt’s sanitarium. Want to see the papers?”
_Jim saw him hold out a printed document to the sta-
tion master. He tried to say something, to cry out,
but the blow on the head had robbed him ‘of speech.
He was as helpless as a drunken man. And, two min- ,
utes later, he felt the reviving air of the street on his
face, and was hustled into a waiting cab, that drove
off speedily to a destination that he could not, on ac-
count of the curtained windows, guess.
said that
CHAPTER Vi;
"SAM TAYLOR’S FRIENDSHIP, f
a
The absence of Jim Phillips at the training table that
nigh® caused a great amount of talk. He was the
last man on the squad to commit a breach of the.
training rules which every Yale athlete is on his honor
to Aides! with the utmost strictness, and, when all
the others finished supper without a sign of him, Dick
Merriwell, disturbed at the beginning of the meal, ‘De-
non
10 Pie
came really anxious. ‘He first sought Maxwell, who
had once been Jim’s roommate and got no news of him
from Harry, who was himself anxious and surprised.
“T haven't seen him since about five o'clock, Mr.
kis Merriwell,’ said Harry. “Hold on a minute! Sam
Taylor ought to know. He called him down just about
_ then, and they went off together. They were going
to see some friends of ‘Taylor's who had come to town,
1 think, Why don’t you ask him?”
“[ thought they were not on good terms?
universal coach, frow ning.
“They werent,” said Harry, “until a couple of days
ago. Then Taylor” quarreled with Gray, and caine
: around to apologize to Jim for the way he treated
him,”
“Taylor quarreled w ith Gray, you say?’ asked Mer-
-triwell, and then, without waiting for an answer, went
off to look for Taylor, The big catcher had left the
+ Lincoln Hotel, and Merriwell found him, finally, in his
+ room. As he went up the stairs, having told the land-
co ey. that he preferred not to be announced, he heard
voices in the catcher’s room, and t they seemed frietidly
_ enough; but just before he turned the knob of the
door, there was a volley of oaths and recriminations,
and the doof was flung open. Taylor stood there,,
framed in the light from the room behind him, where
Gray stood. menacingly. /
“Oh, it’s you? Mr. Merriwell ? ” said T aylor.
in, sit. Were you looking for me?”
oe
” said the
“Come
ti eyes, accepted the invitation and seated himself: in.
big morris chair. Gray saluted him stiffly, and then
after him.
cet VR Hat fellow Gray hasn't got the manners of a
~longshoreman,” he. complained.
new quarfters as soon as I can, Mr. “Merriwell. <
Dick Merriwell made no comment. ‘He looked hard
at Taylor, and the senior changed color under the
Rat gaze of the coach. It was hard for any man
said Mersivetl, “Pye ‘come
IT suppose you know
ws “Took here, Tati
here on an unpleasant errand.
supper to-night.
_ was seen by any of his’ friends.” |
Did: Merriwell put any emphasis ‘of that ‘word
friehds”? Taylor wondered.
“and give, me a
iit is, re) why | he didn’t appear. “Can your Ai:
haven't seen him since six o'clock, sit,” said Tay-
His moment of embarrassment , was passe | 1e
at the coach without a quaver now. “We went
he hotel near the. station to see some friends
wanted to meet the grea CTY ale, pitcher
The universal coach, strong distaste showing in a
flung himself out of the room, while Taylor glared
“T'm going to find
eo with: a secret oppressing him to a a steady COUNIEE
that Jim Phillips didn’t report at the training table for
He was with you bg o time, he
: peer ze thought you might be able to felts me > spme- :
thing that. will
| please,, that you made> me tell.
look after Phillips, and get him to come
; the midnight train, I thought if he did that, you n
. overlook, his not being at the
‘ ase a man he valued ag highly: as he
could. have dotie such a thing.
xt pape ci Butyhe « decided hot 19 biog! the ¢
joniped aboatd, and said he Was
time and make a night of it in the city.»
POP: WHEERLY, ss oe
“That isn’t true, Taylor,” said Merriwell, very
quietly, but with unmista kable firmness in his tone.
“T’ don’t know w hy youre lying to me, but it won't
do. Better stop it. )
Taylor blustered then:
“Look here, Mr. Merriwell,” he said angrily, “I # |
know you're universal coach, and the biggest man i
in athletics in Yale, but I won’t allow any man to cgme 7
into my room and call me a liar,”
“Then tell the truth,” said Merriwell, undaunted by
the senior’s display of anger. “I know that you and
Phillips, with three other meh, walked over to the sta- .
tion just before the six-o’clock train to New York came fn
in. You came back from the station alone. Where .
did Phillips go? . You must know something about it, — |
and I warn you that this may become a matter’ for
faculty action, though I’m hot anxious to have th
happen, But if you won't answer me, we'll have to see
if the dean can make you more talkative.’
aes Cone
val 5 elles See fee ieee ee a Pe
“16 very et to make me:tell tales on a fellow i
student,” said Tay for. “Ldidn’t think you'd do any- i.
thing like thaty¢Mr. Metriwell, But I suppose I’ve |
got to look after myself first. I’ve done all I can for’)
Phillips. ~ Tl tell you all I‘ know.”
“That's the wisest thing you’can do,
Hl h. Taylor,” said
1¢€ coacn
Sa can depend on me not to do any-
hurt Phillips, if you are really solicit-
ous for him. I’ve got Yale students out of trouble
before now, and Sipe S to. again, when they. GMee; me
and treat me: faachy co .
“Here! B08S,. then,”
said alain’ “and retherabaet A
( We went to the hotel
to visit Some friends. of imine, ‘men I knew in New”
York... They're ‘not exactly friends, but politicians | ie
got to know through the work my father did. He
got to know,some pretty rough characters, but these
fellows seéined to me to be all tight; if they were a bit.
rough. Phillips seemed to take to them right away, ,
and when they trged shim to tal
ke just one glass of —
champagne, he accepted, though [ tried to stop him.
Then he took another
r, and I guess he’s not used to.
anything to drink," because it made him silly, We
walked over to the train, and, just before it started he
going to. haye a;
T couldn't d
anything, so I went to the telephone and ‘called
friend of mine. I asked him to meet the train and
back here’ on
trainin tabl t
T hope you'll tell Phillips, if’ he anda! mit Be
learned of all this, that aa dragged it out of me
_ Merriwell.”
The universal scans disgusted, sidhen
, did’
One or two things. puzzled: him: still,
_ planation. Taylor had given seemed :
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“You did well to tell me this,” she said. “I should
have found out about it in any case, and it was foolish
to try to conceal it from me. But don't let it get any.
further. There is no need of spreading it all over
the campus.”
“Of course not,’ said Taylor glumly. “It’s bad
enough to have it happen. I'd have given a good deal
to have prevented it. I never supposed Phillips would
do anything of the sort, or | wouldn’t have put him in
the way of temptation. He had*the reputation of
being rather a: goody-goody chap. But I’ve noticed
that ‘they’ re t the orfes who make the loudest noise when
they do fall.”’
But he addressed the last words to the door, for.
Dick Merriwell, bowed down y thought, his brows
knitted in an anxious frown, was already on his way.
down the stairs. There seemed to him only one thing
to do. He must go to New York and try to track
Phillips down, but in case the young athlete came back,
there must be some one to look after him. In the
emergency; he thought of Bill Brady, whose common
sense he had observed more than once, and decided to
confide in him. He told him the whole story, exactly
‘as he had it from Taylor, and saw the big fellow turn
half, a dozen shades of red in his anger.
“IT told Jim Phillips that Taylor wasn’t. the sort to
turn around and be friendly without a reason,” he ex-
ploded finally. “It’s a dirty trick of some sort they're
planning, Mr. Merriwell. That’s the: trouble ‘with
Phillips. He’s-so honest and square himself, he won't
ever believe that every other fellow in Yale
decent as he is.”
“You think, then, just from what I’ve told you,*that
there's some dirty business afoot here that we haven't. 7
heard about?” asked the coach.
“T certainly do,” said big Bill Brady. “And what’s
more I don't believe that Gray and Taylor are
much on the outs as they try to make people think.
as
If I had a deadly quarrel with a man, and had as much |
money as both of those two beauties have, I'd get an-
a hurry, wtther eT Oh ite i aaa ; .
‘other room in a hurry, gather than keep on living to-. was tempted to yield to despair and cease struggling.
gether, even if I had to lose the rent I'd paid.”
- *Well, I’ve got to try to get Philli ips out of his
trouble,” said Merriwell, sighing. “Tt’s sure he’s in a
scrape of some kind, w hether he was led into it by his
own folly, or was tricked, and he needs’ help, w hichever
way it turns out to.be. I’migoing to New Y ork on
the next train. I want you to ‘stay here, Brady, and
‘meet every train that comes from the city. If Phillips
js aboard, you'll know what to do with him, no matter
- what condition he may be in. TH leave that to / ‘you.’
_*T wish I could go with you,” said Brady, growling.
“But I can see you're right, and if you need any help,
just send for me. I'll come running, [ can tell you.’
“He went dow n to the station with the coach,. and
g: ‘stood muttering as the red-tail lights of the train van-
ished in the distance.
Sn ie 3. ae 2 x *
ee There _ad been plenty o of others to mark Jim Phillips’
‘ re from the training table at apport: cAuetes was
¥ fk,
Weitery. * oc :
isn't as
there,
Tt.
no suspicion of the true cause, and Harry Maxwell,
under orders from Merriwell, had tried to keep any
one from attaching much importance to it. But Jack
Tempest, once Jim’s sworn enemy, who had tried to
force him into a duel with rapiers over a fancied insult,
had been uneasy from the start. He went all over
town looking for him, and wound up finally at Man-)
ning’s, an unlikely place, he knew, as Jim never drank,
and would certainly not do while in training.
There, unsuccessful in his search, as he had been every-
wheré else, Jack dropped into one of the little alcoves,
and, when the waiter came, ordered something to drink.
He sat, staring soberly in front of'him, until he heard
a subdued noise in the next alcove.
“That you, Gray?” he heard. “It’s so dark I coutdn’t
be sure where youwere. It's all right, old boy.
Phillips comes back to Yale, he’ll be lucky to dodge a
SO
year’s suspension, much less have a chance to play on .
and
,
the nine. Merriwell’s off on a false scent, too,
thinks I’m a loyal friend who hates to tell tales.”’
There was a hushed laugh, but Tempest, although he
strained his ears for the next ten minutes, heard noth-
ing more. What he had heard was enough to rouse
him, however. The voice had been T ‘aylor’ s, and the
other was Taylor's former chum, but now, to all out-
ward seeming, his. bitter’ enemy.
CHAPTER VII.
JIM PHILLIPS MEETS AN OLD FRIEND,
In the cab,
that had stunned him in the train, Jim Phillips’ strug-
gled slowly back to consciousness of what was about
him. The three villains who had abducted him were
‘laughing at the success of their evil stratagem.
The reek of the strong cigars they were smoking made
him dizzy, and he longed for
air that would enable him to clear his head and make
plans for escape.. But they kept the windows tight
shut, lest he cry out and get help, and for a moment he
He was not th®sort to give in so easily, however,
and though he feigned a greater weakness even then he.
felt, in the hope that he migh t lead them to relax their
vigilance, his mind cleared “fast and he began to think -
eee ab6ut the situation in which, through no fault
of his own lie. found hignself.
‘He ayouree first of New Haven; the training table,
and. Dick Merriwell. Would that good friend think he
had deliberately deserted the baseball team and broken
training rules?) He hoped not. Then his mind went
back to Taylor and his part in his abduction, and he
wondered if the senior could really have been a party
to t he@lot..
that it was so. Taylor must have been deceived like
himself, and have been an pnwilling party to the crime.
Perhaps, even, he had been kidnaped, too, by other ,
members of the precious gang. \ He could not imagine
nee motive they had for ‘treating him so, for he knew
When
his brain still-dazed from the last blow.
another breath of fresh,
It seemed too great a depth for any Yale
» man to sink to, and he refused to let himself believe
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- » that there was no one who could afford to pay
a ftati-
som for his retutn that would justify such a bold
crime.
As the cab rolled along through the darkness, pass-
ie ing smoothly over asphalt at times, jolting roughly
es Overt paving stones at others, he wondered how far they
oe wefe going to take him. ‘They must be nearing the
Be outskirts of the city, he felt, and at the thought he
‘ realized how completely lost he was. Even if he had
been seen to board the train at New Haven, no one
could have recognized Jim Phillips in the desperate-
looking man who had been dragged off it, manacled, at
New York, by men who declared him an escaped mad-
man being returned to a sanitarium. He had to adit
that they had disguised him so that he looked the part.
They were fiendishly clever. +
The arrival of the cab at its destination, checked his
thoughts. He was pushed out to the ground, and the
fresh night air struck his hot cheeks like a cooling
“shower bath, while he eagerly sucked in great mouth-
fuls of the air that was so sweet after the rank atmos-
phere in the cab, with its choking cigar smoke. .
ee tariut that was their destination, T hey leaped out _ confessing enough)to give him something to work on, |
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when they reached it, and the chauffeur called to them,
in warning. |
‘Don’t touch the gate, sir,” he shouted. ‘‘There’s | |
some sort of a burglar alarm as goes off when any one ’|
who doesn’t know the trick tries to open it at night. |
That’s a place for madmen in there, and they’re ik
precious careful to see that none get off.” h
“Madmen!” cried Merriwell suddenly. ‘Could they Hj
have done that ?”’ i
_He had remembered the story of the escaped and re-
captured Junatic he had heard at the station.
‘How many men went inside, from your first party ?”’
asked Dick of the chauffeur. |
“All of them, sir,” said he. “Four young gentle-
men—or, I suppose, they’d pass for gentlemen.”
“Were they all sober?” asked Dick.
“As judges,” said the chauffeur, ‘And that’s funny,
too, sir. For I’d have sworn, when they got in, that
one of them had been drinking hard. But he sobered
up as soon as they was in the cab, and they all rode
up here laughing fit to kill themselves, as if they'd
played a great joke on some one. I suppose they
thought they had kept you from finding out where they
were going. And it is.a queer place to bring such a
merry party to, when you think of it.” coe |
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CHAPTER IX.
TWO CRONIES FALL OUT,
In New Haven, Bill Brady had spent an anxious
night waiting for the return of the sophomore pitcher.
He met every train at the station, but, needless to say,
there was no reward for his patient watching. He went
to bed finally, disturbed, and doomed to spend the few -
remaining hours of the night in sleepless tossing.
When the morning brought no word from Merriwell or
any one else, he decided to try his own hand at soly-
ing the mystery of the disappearance of Phillips. Tay-
lor, he was sure, could tell a great deal more than: he
had, but he had no confidence in his ability to make the
varsity catcher disgorge whatever information he pos-
sessed, and he made up his mind to go to Gray instead. |
Robert Gray he was inclined to despise. He thought
the senior was puffed up with pride and honestly be-
lieved that he was a better pitcher than Jim Phillips,
kept from the first place on the team by the universal
\
coach’s favor for the sophomore,
Brady suspected that there was some sort of a plot
to keep Jim from pitching against the Giants. Ik was
already Friday; the squad would start for New York
that day and spend the night in a hotel, to be fresh in
the morning and ready to take the field and play the
best game in its power against the formidable National
League team. There was to be no practice that after-
could not return to New Haven, the team would make
The real extent of the conspiracy he could not sus- ~
pect, but he determined to try to frighten Gray into —
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and something that might help Merriwell to foil the
plot. He found the senior pitcher at chapel, and took
him aside as soon as the service, which every Yale
man must attend, under severe penalties, was over.
“Look here, Gray,” he said, “you don’t think that you
and Taylor have fooled us with-your plot against Jim
Phillips, do you?”
“I don’t know what you mean,” stammerfed Gray.
“Explain yourself, will you, Brady?’
“T know that you and Taylor have got Jim Phillips
away from New Haven in such a way that people will
think he’s gone of his own accord,” said Brady threat-
eningly, “and if you don’t tell me the whole story, I'll
find a way to make you do it.’
“Great Scott! can’t you fellows take a joke?’ said
Gray. “He went down with Taylor to see some friends
of Sam’s, and he got drunk. They made it pretty easy
for him, I guess, and then they got him on the train and
wouldn't let him off. He'll turn up all right to-day. I
guess he was glad enough to go. Taylor s says he was
grinning and laughing when he looked out of the win-
dow at him. I always thought he wasn’t as good as
he was painted.”
. Brady had heard almost the same story, as Taylor
‘had told it to Merriwell, afd hadn’t believed it. ‘But
something convinced him that Gray was telling the
truth. ,
“You. call yoursélf'a Yale man, do you?” he said,
with contempt. “Taking part in a plan to get the best
pitcher on the team) out of condition? And you're a
senior, who’s supposed to be an example to the fresh-
- men and all the other men in college. If you were a
real type of ‘Yale man, I'd pack my trunk to-morrow
> and try to get into Harvard or Princeton.”
His Seca stung Gray, thick as his skin was.
Secretly the senior had been more than a little
ashamed of his part in the plot, though he had-no sus-
picion of its real extent, but he had been as putty in the
hands of his roommate, whose wi ill was much stronger
than his own. He looked Taylor up as soon as Bill
Oke Brady, full of disgust, left him.
“Say, Sam,” he said, “Phillips will be back to-day,
Naa right, won't he? I think that trick on him has gone
far enough. We otight to drop it, now that he's proved
“He won't be back to- day oF for several days,”
a ee al Taylor, his face twisting in a malicious smile,
“Trust Barnes and O’ Rourke for that. And that chap
Hooper has something against him on his own account.
‘He wouldn't tell me w hat, but as soon as he heard from
hen Oe eres, back to New Haven, he won't have
WwW
] Y tell you they fixed
‘He’ it se lucky if he i isn t. expelled.” tists
ay y Tooked at tsp. in horror. ey Ena raul
aie oeepertid
the tug of war, to think of ony one thing,
he isn’t such a ‘Tittle goody-goody Bey as they all
nee be thought him.”
great sanitarium only long enough to assure themselves
Barnes who the student was that they were to take »
“eare of, he wouldn't be left out of it on any account.
‘Terminal, where all Yale teams stayed whit ter cant
| pest,”
_ of there to-night, if he’s really there, but it would
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“Oh, [ say, Sam,” he protested. “That’s a bit ‘too 4
thick. 1 never thought ita it would go as far as that.
I don't like the chap. But, after all, he’ s behaved well
enough to me. ‘The things that have riled me haven't
been altogether his fault.”
“Getting cold féet?” sneered Taylor. “It won’t do
you any good if you are. He'll get back just as soon
as Barnes and his crowd get through with him. Take
that from your Uncle Sam. My father’s done a few
things for Barnes, and Monty's quite willing to return —
the favor when he can do something for me.”
All over the campus the news that Jim Phillips, the |
hope of Yale in the box, had broken training and would © ~
certainly not pitch against the Giants, had spread like =
wildfire. It would have been hard to trace all the
stories back to Taylor, but it could have been done, had |
a good detective taken the time and the trouble: The _
students divided at oncé into two hostile camps. Inthe |
sophomore class there were few hostile to Jim, but
there were some, who had felt what it meant to oppose
him when he was in the right and they were in the. |
wrong, and there were others\in the other classes who
were ready to forget what he had done for Yale in.
and to think
the worst of him now.’ . ee
His friends, Harry Maxwell, Woful Watson, and the me
rest, rallied nobly to his support, but his continued ab-
sence bore a bad look, and the fact that Dick Merri-
well, the universal coach, had gone to New York, pre-—
sumably. to look up the missing sophomore, was also ~
suspicious. So much of their purpose the conspitators ~~
had certainly affected. The faculty, too, quick to hear
of such things, and jealous of the good name of Yale,
was ready to investigate, and to “punish the Di
severely if the stories about him were true.
aE course Wwe know Jim wouldn’t do anything that’s
wrong,” said the pessimistic Watson gloomily, “but it
certainly looks bad, and he'll never be able to explain it.
I supy pse they'll expell him, and Harvard and Prince-
ton will both make us look like bush leaguers. this
spring. Talk about Yale luck! I don’t see where it
comes in.’
‘And for once there was fo one to atppt ons him and
his forebodings of disaster. !
ree dager P ER ek
“DICK MERRIWELL TRAPPED,
Dick Merriwell and Jack Tempest stayed outside the
of its logation, so that, in case of need, they could easily
find it again, and then returned to the central pat f
ie New York.
wohl the coach Pde Pd like to get ee
bain ee ess task for pen and I to ee it atob ss ‘
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any good. My brother Frank, of whom you may have
heard since you have been at Yale, has more friends
than I in New York. His friends have always been
willing to help me when they could, and I am going
to look one of them up asd see what I can find out
about this business. Meanwhile, we must get some
sleep.”
fe Jack Tempest was all for storming through the gate
and the barbed wire and making an immediate attempt
to rescue Jim, but he recognized the folly of such an at-
& tempt, though reluctantly, and accompanied the coach to
the hotel. His Southern blood was boiling at the fate
that had befallen his friend, and he lay awake that
night, planning vengeance on Taylor.
When ‘he went down to breakfast in the morning,
ie
was talking to a young man with keen, sharp eyes and
a quick smile, and introduced Tempest to him.
: “This is Mr. Mason, a New York reporter,” he said.
“But he was a Yale man before he came here, and he’s
- going to give me all the help he can and keep it all out
of the papers, too. He agrees with me that there is
more back of this than we have suspected.” |
“The first thing to do,’’ said Mason, ‘‘is to find the
»-ceabman who took that recaptured madman away from
the station yesterday. ‘There is some connection be-
__ tween that buisness and the fact that Phillips was taken,
- or went of his own accord last night, as he seems to
have done, to a sanitarium. Doctor Hunt’s place is
_ very well known. It is really a private lunatic asylum,
~ because people who are simply sick are not taken there.
But it is a well-known, reputable place, and it’s very
hard to believe that there could be any crooked work
going on there with his knowledge. I know the doctor
very well, and I will try to see him when we have more
very often people there who do not wish anything about
them to get in the newspapers, and there are rows and
disturbances occasionally, made by men who think they
are being unjustly confined. Whenever I can, if it is
in my work, I favor Doctor Hunt, and in return he
often gives me a piece of news I could get in no other
way. ms : .
- The search for the cabman turned out to be a long
one. They scoured the Grand Central Station, how-
ver, until they finally found the station master who
had been attracted by the sight of the plight of the ré-
turning madman, and found that he had been curious
enotigh to follow the party to the door.
“They didn’t take‘one of the regular station cabs,” he
em. I happened to notice its number, though, and
ne of these cabbies here will be able to tell you where
) find the man, .I think.”) . i 2
The cabman was found finally at a stand in Madi-
* son Square. He professed ignorance of any‘such party
ee at first, but Mason showed his firé shield and fright-
Saar Bt emete AIG sale }
Ve have a witness ‘who saw ‘you drive the party
Tempest found the universal coach up before him. He
facts. He is good to the newspaper men, for there are.
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off,” he said sternly. “Don’t try to deceive us, or you
may find yourself in trouble.”
66T Asa’ - Yale, would think him a traitor and capable of de-
serting the baseball team in its greatest need, on the
ery eve’ of the game with the: famous Giants that
neant so much to ‘the college, almost. brought the tears
o his eyes. He leaped from his bed, and. rughed to.
vind Ws, but. the bars were strong, and
/
: was”
. North.
sionately,
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utterly impossible, as he soon found, to think of escape
in that direction. Huis door was locked and bolted on
the outside, and in this big, cheerful, well-firnished
room, he was as much a prisoner as any of those he had
read about, who had languished for years in under-
ground cells.
Ile remembered the threat Bill Harding had made
the night before, and. wondered if they could really
carry it out. His mirror assured him, when he looked
at it, that no one could hope to recognize him as Jim
Phillips unless he could get speech of some friend, who
would know his voice.. They might send him on a long
voyage ; he had heard of such cases, in which men
whose friends or relatives wanted to get
had been shanghaied, He had no fear of further vio-
lence, nor did he think that he was in any immediate
danger of serious injury. Lhe men who were attack-
ing him were cowards, who would take
would make them lable to severe punishment, but
would iry to get him out of the way.
' While he was’ thinking thus, and dressing, his door
was opened, and Doctor. Hunt, with a kindly look on
his face, entered,
“Now, North, my man,” he said, “I understand,
from the keeper, ¢ that you show signs of trying to es-
cape. You seem fairly rational this morning, Let m
tell you that you are better off here than a anywhere else
that you might find: yourself. You have good food,
good;clothes, and a good bed. You cannot escape.”
“But my name is not North,’’ said poor Jim. ‘My
name is Phillips, and I am_a pitcher on.the Yale base-
ball team. I told you yesterday that those scoundrels
who brcught me here kidnaped me, knocked me out
on the train, and then, when they had me helpless,
painted my face ,so that I would look like this man
am lying or not. This mustache is false. Look at it
closely... Wash my face. You will see those paints
they used run... And send for my frien ds.
recognize me in any disguise.’’
“Fle certainly seems to believe what he is saying,”
said Doctor Hunt to himself, shaking his head. ‘‘But
there can be no mistake. Barnes has been with me for
years, and [.trust him absolutely. And I have seen de-
lusions as strong as this often before in the most st haope:
less cases. "But I will do as heasks,”’
He took Jim into the bathroom, and, with soap and
hot water,
paint. - But the work had been well done. It seemed
: be permanent, or likely only to wear off after many
days, and Jim, as he saw the result of the test, from
which he had hoped so much, ‘was ready to admit him-
self defeated.
“You see, my poor fellow,”
ce
said the doctor compas-
all the factsearé against you. However, I
will talk again to Barnes and will give you all the
chance in the world to, prove it, if a mistake has been
nade cs
A victim of despair, Jim waited then for several °
Th pice his,
hours, until the afternoon was Well begun.
a Hat
rid of them,
no chance that
Surely it is easy for you to prove whether I.
They will:
scrubbed hard in an pe re to remove the |
door was opened again, and Barnes ARLE ESE triumph
zh in his eyes.
ee “Come along!’ he said. “We've got a Yale man
fae downstairs. the Hocion eae you to see. Perhaps he'll
be able to recognize you. You're to have a chance
to prove what you say, my boy, but that’ s all the good
it will do you.’
Hopefully, however, at the prospect of any sort of
a chance, Jim accompanied his scoundrelly j jailer down-
stairs. He was led into a large room, fitted 1 with two
desks and a telephone, and gave a glad cry as he recog-
famous catcher.
“Sam Taylor!” he cried, and rushed forward to
shake hands with him. He paid no attention at first
to the others in the room; then he.saw Hooper, or
_ rather, Harding, well dressed now, and looking like a
_ young man of fashion, Doctor Hunt, seated at one of
the desks, and Tim O’ Rourke. .
‘Taylor ignored his pang, and stood leaking at him
curiously. ;
“Don’t you know me, Gary ?” cried Tit.
““Yes, Mr. Taylor,” said Doctor. Hunt “do you
recognize this young man as your fellow student, James
shires ips?”
_ “T never saw him before,” said taylor coldly.
‘Phillips came to New York last night, and I Have heard
half a dozen Broadway saloons. I have a oo ot
-. him here. Does it look like this person?” |
“Sam!” cried Jim. “Of course they've disguised me,
a: but don’t you know my. voice?” How could I know
|. you if I was this man North they are talking about?
Tell therm I’m. Jim Phillips, and end this business.”
. “He's not Phillips, sir, I’ll swear to that,”
“ Jor, turning to the doctor.” “I know that young man
well, and this fellow doesn’t even look like him, allow-
ing for the mustache and the different clothes. Be-
he be Phillips? Phillips was on Broadway until after
making a disgusting spectacle of himself. I’m sorry
of proof, and there's. no use trying to hide it. Dic
at these photographs.” yay
He handed Doctor Hunt some phocoatapie!
rere taken. Mr. Hooper: here was, there,
for yourself.”
tea ie Pa Top WaElie ge las oe oe
nized, in a big man standing by a window, Taylor, the
“jim
. from, several friends that he was seen, very drunk, in
said Tay- |
sides, you say. he was here last night? Then how can’ he had victory in his’ grasp. |
ten o’clock, running around in saloons, drinking, and_
to say such a thing of a Yale man, but there's plenty vent a scandal that would be bad for Yale, not to pro-
man North? He has been ‘deprived of pro er care.
Si long already by by your schemes,” DE" %
“These are flash;light photographs, taken last night
man who recognized him, in a low drinking place.
There is plenty of proof to show when the photographs |
You Dae
was in his eyes as he looked at Merriwell,
the game was. up. i
‘too well that he was in grave danger, now that hi
Doctor Hunt Sooke ‘the eae ae: ‘cand
em carefully, his eyes knitted together inafrown.
H hey oe reer to ‘be. conclusive preety he P e had him down there ever since he found the hole
} oS Ae aS Actes and ae to eee and has eae
.
knew that he had never been in such a place in such an
attitude, and that no such photograph of him had ever }
been taken, but the evidence of his own eyes was against
him. The figure in the photograph, to the very clothes
the man wore, seemed to be his own.
‘“There’s some trick here,” he cried desperately.
“That picture is not of me. I know! They stole
my clothes in the train yesterday. They must have
made some one up to look like me, just as they painted
me to look like this man North, and then have taken
this picture.
' “A likely story,” sneered Taylor. “If you have no
further use for me, doctor, I'll be going. I’m supposed
to join the Yale team at the hotel, so that I can catch
against the Giants to-morrow. Robert Gray, my room- |
mate, will do the pitching.” 3 . Vo
“You needn’t hurry away for that,’ said Doctor
Hunt, in a new voice that made Jim Phillips cry out
in delighted surprise. “Gray won't pitch, and you've
caught your last game fol Yale, if I’ve got any thing
to say about it.’ ,
He tore. off his: coat, ‘and threw aside the totoited | 4
glasses that had ~ hidden. his eyes. Dick Merriwell, “}.
Yale’ s universal coach, stood before them and Taylor Beg
fell back against the wall in his amazement, a
“You thought you had me safely tied in the cellar, ©
Harding,” he cried, “but I got away, found Doctor
Hunt, and exposed, your wicked plot. You needn't.
try to get away, any of you. This place is guarded
by men that Doctor Hunt can trust. You ‘shoal have
known that his suspicions would be aroused as soon as
Phillips got a chance to tell him his story.”
iy aylor, completely staggered by the appearance. ‘of’
Dick Merriwell, whose presence in the house even he _
had not suspected, was speechless with fear, He stood,
leaning against the wall, his teeth chattering, terror in.
his eyes, Harding recovered himself first, "anid cutee:
the man who seemed always to stand in a Ser ‘whet i
sono st
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t
i
ew
eereines ee
“None of that, Harding,” said the ie a coach
sternly. —“T know enough ‘about you and your ‘crimes.
now to send you to prison. If I don’t, it will be to pre-
tect your worthless self, ‘Where is this unfortu
The word, Prion subdued Harding, ‘He ‘knew | ni
r
scheme to force Jim: Philli lips to kontees that he h
deliberately come to New York had heen foil
ET e’s down in Leas cellar,” he: aa a
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within, he had heard every word.
North.was speedily found and was brought up. He
seemed glad to see Doctor Hunt again, after the rigors
of his confinement in the dismal cellar, and was willing
. to return to his pleasant captivity in the room that had
,sheltered Jim Phillips for one night.
“Now you men wats sign a. confession,’ said Dick
*Merriwell. “I want you all. You, Taylor, are less
guilty than you seem, though your part is bad enough.
I give you the credit of believing that you had no idea
that any more harm would come to Phillips than that
i! every one would think that he had broken traiing
of his own free will. You could not know that this
i scoundrel, Bill Harding, knew Barnes and O'Rourke
even better than you did, and the lengths to which he
| - would go in the attempt to have his revenge on the man
t
| from. the hall without, where, concealed from. those
|
1
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who helped to stop his, career as a card sharper at Yale.
Because of that, and to prevent a scandal that would
hurt the fair name of Yale wherever the story was
ay known, I will demand nothing more of you than that
| #5 YOU oF playing baseball at once, and ‘behave your-
h* self‘ until June, when you will leave college.
Harding, and the others, must sign a confession of all
you have done, and if I hear that you have done any-
7, _ thing wrong again, I shall use it against you without
. mercy and see that you have the punishment a SO
4 richly deserve. Do you agree?’
_ There was nothing else for them to do. Within ten
Minutes the precious crew slunk from the house, leay-
ing behind them a complete confession. Barnes, asked
by Taylor to play a trick on Jim Phillips that would
Fee destroy his popularity in college, had beén so taken
- with the scheme that he had told his friend Harding
about it, and together they had made up the plot that
only the cleverness of Dick Merriwell had foiled. They
~ confessed in writing that Jim had been decoyed aboard:
_ the train, beaten and disguised to look like the escaped
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‘had received him in good faith, believing him a man
it was dangerous to leave at large. The trick by which
Harding, painted by the clever 0 Rourke, who, had he
able use on the stage, had been enabled to give hun-
4 ‘dreds the impression, should they recognize ‘him, that
the famous Yale pitcher was disgracing himself and
~ his college in low saloons, was tnlly described, and
Dick Merriwell held evidence that put them all i in his
_ power. —
. “ATl’s well that ends well,” he said to Phittios “All
you've got to do now is to get a good rest, so that you
ill be in shape to pitch the gaml, of your life to-
morrow against the Giants.”
‘But who -will do the catching?” aehed Jim, with a
ee pitying look at ‘Taylor, whom he had already forgiven.
Sort you think Taylor has been punished enough?”
“Do you mean to say you'd be wi ubing to play with.
after ‘the ey I've een you? cried Taylor,
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But you,’
madman North, and so brought to Doctor Hunt, who.
‘remained honest, could have turned his talent to honor-.
” said Dick
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Merriwell. “He will be glad to forgive and forget the
injury you have done him. But you cannot play for
Yale. I have a catcher in mind who will fill his place,
Jim. Leave that to me.”
CHAPTER XII.
THE SOPHOMORE BATTERY.
It was a gloomy band of Yale baseball players who
were assembled in the hotel, wondering where Dick
Merriwell could be. Captain Sherman had brought
them down from New Haven, and they were under in-
structions to take it easy, only going out fora walk be-
fore dinner, and before they went to bed to keep in
trim: They had been besieged by newspaper men, anx-
ious to see Jim Phillips, and Sherman had had trouble
in convincing the reporters that the star pitcher would
be there later. He could say ‘nothing else, and he hoped
with all his heart that he was right in what he told
them, for he was convinced by this time that the sopho-
more was a far better pitcher than Gray. Gray, too,
was nervous and worried. He had lost his appetite,
and if he had to do the pitching, Yale's chance to make
“a good showing against the national leaguers seemed
very slim.
¢ “What's the matter with you, Gray?” asked Bill
3rady, who had come down with the team, and now
feigned a cheerfulness he was far from feeling. ‘Pull
yourself together, man.
“I’m going to Mr. Merriwell as soon as he comes in,
and tell Shia “all I know,” said Gray, whose consciénee
had plagued him all day. “That was a« re trick Tay-
lor played on Phillips, and I’m ashamed of any part I
had in it. And I don’t know what Taylor’s doing. He
got Sherman's s permission to leave the hotel as soon as
we
ke him to Doctor Hunt’s place in thg Bronx.
a atte ate lunatic asylum. Do you suppose Phillips
can be hidden up there?”
There was no time for Brady to answer. The men
were all sitting, waiting for dinner time, in the lobby —
of the hotel, and one of them, looking at the door, had
given a great shout.
with Brady and Gray in the lead, leaped toward those
who entered, Dick Merriwell, Tim Phillips, and, sheep- — :
ishly bringing up the rear, Sam Taylor.
A chorus of congratulations and cries of delight 4
sailed the lost ones.
have happened to him. He had a bruise over one 3
but he might have got that in a fall.
hand. .
“Can you pitch to- morrow ?! ’ shouted a dozen others,
Gray the loudest of all.
Are a all right?” cried Sherman, wringing his’
En here, and I heard hini tell a taxicab driver to~
That’s
“In a moment the whole' squad, is
One look at. Jim Phillips showed
he had not been drinking, no. matter what.else might
wr
Dick Merriwell, a happy smile on his face, ae :
watching them, then went with Bill Brady, who becks hg
oned him aside.
pt
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“Gray came up to scratch,” said Brady. “He’s more
fool than knave, and his conscience bothered him. He
told me just now that he was going to tell you all he
knew as soon as you got back.
I don’t believe Taylor more than half took him ito his
confidence.” ;
“Tm glad to hear it,” said Dick. “I don’t often
make a mistake in judging a man, and I was sure that
he had good stuff in him if he'd only let it come out.
- _He'll win a lot of games for Yale yet this year, even if
he doesn’t pitch to-morrow.”
Then he told Brady the whole story, while the big
sophomore interrupted with cries of anger or admira-
‘tion as the whole plot and the way it had been foiled
were described to him. He seemed doubtful at the end.
“Will you let Phillips try to pitch to-morrow, Mr.
Merriwell?’’ he asked. ‘I should think he’d be too
_ much upset to pitch a good game.”
Dick Merriwell set his jaw.
“T certainly shall let him pitch, atid he'll pitch the
_ game of his life, too,” he said. “Why, Bill, it would
be a shame to give those fellows the satisfaction of
thinking they’d done just what they set out to do—kept
him out of that game. All he needs is a Couple of
- hours in a Turkish bath, and then a good night's sleep,
oPand; with the catcher he’ll have to-morrow, he’ll make
epee Mat
real pitcher.”
_.. “T hope you're right,” ‘said Brady.
Pee ee :
|. “He will not,” said the universal coach. “I’m not
-.forgiving enough for that, though Phillips himselt
asked me to let Taylor do it” =
ae hI a way, the excitement of the return of Phillips
was a good thing for the team. It kept the players
_ from thinking too much of the contest of the next day,
_ and the less they thought of that the less chance there
’ was that they would be stage struck when they took the
field against the national league champions. Merri-
well had imbued them all with his own idea that they
*
B something to take their minds off baseball altogether.
Dick, seeing with pleasure the mood they were in, de-
cided to give them a treat afte? dinner, and bought
boxes for a musical comedy. They were more of
retfully filled out of the theater to get to bed early,
they were londly cheered, and heard many expressions
of good will and of hope that they would win their
game thenextday. a Fe ,
| 1g walk after breakfast. —
f : ; ;
¥e
:
fete
ei
e letters acros thei
hance to beat the
those big league batters realize they're up against a.
“Will Taylor
had a chance to beat the Giants, but they needed now
“Now then, fellows,” said the universal coach, when
etay uniforms, with the word —
It wasn’t much, I guess. ;
an attraction to the rest of the audience than the come-
dians on the stage, and when, at ten o'clock, they te-
bf fs ie Brg i * V6 f
The result was that they slept soundly, thinking little .
of the game, and got up late in the morning, to take a
r chests, “you know that
South gave promise of developing later into stars. The
“the stands. There Yale was gathered,
assemblage that thought mostly of the Giants.
megaphone, started a song that echoed back froth
_ Coogan’s Bluff and brought salvoes of applause fror
_ the other spectators, who were always ready’ tc
.. “Here they come
. of flanneled players started across the fie
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br
it right along, and it’s going to be hard to do it, even
once. But the situation is simple. If you go on that’
field to-day, and play just as if you were up against
Harvard, you can make a better showing than we ever
did against them before. They don’t expect a hard
game, and unless we give them a special reason to be
afraid of us, they Il put in their recruits to try them out. —/
You're just as good as those fellows, and you ought to
be less nervous. ‘That’s the time to go after them.
Jump outright at the start, forget that they’ve got
big league uniforms on, and try to pile up such a lead’
that even 1f they send the regulars in later, they won't | a
be able to catch you. Now I'll announce the team. |
The regular line-up will be the same as in the last prac-
tice games—the battery will be Jim Phillips and big
Bill Brady, of the sophomore class.”’ 7 ‘
What a Yale cheer there was then! That was Dick
Metriwell’s big surprise for the team. Brady had not ¢
been out for practice, but in the emergency ‘he had
promised to come out and do his best for Yale, and =} -
with such a catcher Jim Phillips knew that he would Bi?
be twice as effective. Impulsively, while the players
cheered them both, Jim rushed for Brady, who came
lumbering in then, and shook him by the hand, and
then the team started for the Polo Grounds, in a big
stagecoach. | 1
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Oc CHAPTER XT oe esr My
GIANTS VS, YALE—PLAY BALL! .
The Giants were home. Through the turnstiles at.
the famous Polo Grounds thousands of eager fans-
poured, anxious to see how the old: favorites looked
after the Southern trip, and whether the youngstets
who had been so much touted while the team was in the —
great stands quickly began to fill with a great crowd,
for it was Saturday, and New Yorkers, deprived of
their best-loved entertainment since October, were
eager, on the bright April day, to hear the crack of bat —
against ball, the thud of the ball as it landed in the on
catcher’s mitt. Peanut vendors practiced new cries to”
tempt the nickels from the pockets of the thrifty} the —
waiters, with their trays of lemonade and ginger pop,
found plenty of customers, . an eran
. °
5 he jai oe
Pita te oe waiting for its
team to appear to give it a real Yale cheer, and let it
know that it was not alone and forgotten in the g
flags waved in thaf part of the stands, and eve a
again an eager, loud-voiced cheer leader, waving
their praise to Yale spirit and Yale pluck. eas
Her " yelled a sharp-eyed youngster at
last, and from the fence in center field a sud n rush
bi
j the whole great inclosure into a babel of noise. The
two teains came out together, but quickly separated,
and Yale took the field for practice while a Giant
players, a round dozen of them, began to warm up. On
the other side, Jim Phillips and Robert Gray pitched
to big Bill Brady and Farley, t the substitute catcher,
perfectly reconciled to seeing another step into his place
of first substitute to Taylor, if only the change was for
the good of Yale.
Brilliant stops, wonderful catches, each rewarded by
-. a burst of cheering, made the practice time pass quickly,
-* and at last the Giants took the field while Sherman,
| swinging his bat, stepped in the box to open the game
ra for Yale.
Ree DAT te ee ee eke eh > Oe,
ce ae
_ showed a patched-up team against the collegians, antici-
-pating no trouble in winning even so, for men who were
| not good enough to play on a professional championship
‘|. team’were still’ good enough to be eagerly sought by al-
_ most every other manager in the country. So Yale
‘faced, at the start, a pony battery, an infield with a
'veteran.at first base and third, youngsters at short and
- second, and one star outfielder out of three. Some time
i ie - during the game all the veterans would play for an in-
| ning or two, to satisfy the crowd, but any sort of a team
| would beat Yale, thought the manager of the Giants.
as) “He'll pitch a straight ball first,’ Dick had Ww his-
1 pered to Sherman, as the captain, selected his bat. ‘Kill
| it, and we may get the jump on them right away.”
The universal coach had been right. The first ball
caine over the heart of the plate, for the young pitcher —
had no idea that the batter would stfike at it, and he
pa hoped to put a strike over to make a good start.
; - “Crack!” (i
Sherman hit it right on the seam, eel it went travel-
ing high and fast to left field. The regular left fielder,
<6 ap wonderful player, might have caught it
misjudged the fly, and it fell safe, bounding out from
the concrete wall, and giving Sherman plenty of time
to reach third on the drive, while the Yale crowd went.
rild. and ¢heered the captain to the echo. |
“Good work, boy!” said the veteran third baseman,
with a grin. “He didn’t think you'd hit at the first
ne. But you had your luck to get this far, at that.”
Sherman smiled, but said-nothing. ‘He was too old
rand, eye if he was a, college player, to let a base-
n take his attention from the game, and, at the last
word of the professional, he dropped on the bag, and
ay man IRE. ie was a bobs that was. often worked, “and
ad
ere was more to come.
was: attled by Sherman's big hit. He passed the next
1 hit. the third, and. the bases | were full with
. while the crowd roared in laughter at his dis-
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The Giants, exactly asx Dick Merriwell had predicted;
_ to the box, the most famous pitcher of the Giants was
But his sub-
stitute, not used yet to the deceptive light i in that garden,
_ was safe despite the pitcher’s snap throw to catch him >
: The ek Biche ;
ree sa ee ete. ABE bate Fag
mark that had been expected, and he didn’t know what
to tnake of it. The collegians refused to bite when he
pitched wide curves that broke away from the plate, and
balls he expected them to fan at were called on him by
the amused umpire.
He had a bit of luck at last, however. The fourth
batter, Harry Maxwell, hit a little grounder that was
quickly scooped up for a double play at the plate and
first base by the veteran third baseman, and with two
out only two men were left on the bases. Jackson, the
Yale center fielder, waited, though, and drew a pass,
and the bases were filled when Bill Brad y, chewing gum
and looking more like a professional himself than’ a —
college player, slouched up to the bat. He knew as
matiy tricks as the pitcher, and waited quietly till the
new twitler was in the hole. With two strikes and
three balls called on him, the pitcher had to put the ball .
over the plate. .
He knew Brady would not bite at a curve, and a
ball would force a run in. Therefore he did the only
thing he could, pitched a straight ball and trusted to.
his fielders to save him if Brady. hit it.
Big Bill hit it, all right. But no fielders could save
the hapless pitcher. The ball was headed straight for
a place where fielders cannot flourish, and a wave of ~
hysterical joy sw ept the Yale stand as the ball dropped _
over the fence and into the right-field bleachers, a clean
home run with the.bases full, that gave Yale four runs
before the gaie was well under way.
The next man struck out, but that could not dampen
the ardor of the Yale rooters or lessen Dick Merriwell’s.
delight, and when Jim Phillips, cheered wildly by his
fellow studénts and the delighted alumni, walked. out
on his way to warm up. The recruit was sent to the
clubhouse, ignobly batted from the box, and the Giant
manager meant to hold Yale without another run for ae
the rest of the game. 9
“Make him take it easy, Bill,” said Merriwell. “Four i
runs is a es lead, but if they start hitting it won't
‘take thetn long to. catch up. He doesn’t need to pitch _
his hardest except in the pinches. Here him steady and |
make the batters do the work.”
For the first three innings, Jim got along swim,
mingly. He had a deceptive curve and a peculiar
change of pace, splendidly regulated by the signals from
Bill Brady, that made it hard for the Giants to hit him
effectively. The regulars got one or two hits off him
in each inning, but they came when two men were’ out,
and did no harm, for he tightened up as soon as men
were on the bases, and managed two or three times to
strike out ambitious youngsters who thought a college
pitcher should be easy. His support was good, too.
Encouraged by the hearty cheering, and by Dick Merri
well’s praise, the Yale players fielded brilliantly, and
no er rors were charged against“any of them until the
fourth‘inning, Then a bit of hard luck let in a run fo
the Giants. With two out, Jim. pitched loosely to t
new catcher and the ball was driven to center field for
two pas Bil ae ree row to catch ,
¥
.
stealing third went wild, because Sherman was bothered
by the sun, and the catcher scampered across the plate
with an unearned run that broke the row of goose eggs
for the Giants.
“Never mind that,’’ said Merriwell, on the bench,
when the players came in, “you couldn’t expect to shut
them out. Get onto the shadow from the stands, .cap-
tain, and you'll have na more trouble on your corner.
And make a lower throw to third next time, Bill.”
The great pitcher held Yale without the semblance of
a score for eight innings after the first. He was in
mid-season form, and the collegians were helpless be-
fore his wonderful pitching, as, to tell the truth, any
' major-league team would have been. Smiling, unhug-
ried, he pitched ball after ball, a model for any young
pitcher to watch, and Jim Phillips, his eyes glued upon
the great man, missed not a single move of his deliver y:
_ He profited by it, too, finding that he had been wasting
a lot of energy when he wound up, and the Giants
gave him a word of approval when they saw that he
had follow ed the rae tg of the star.
One run at a time the Giants crept up, until, w hen |
_ they went to the bat in the ninth inning, the score was
_ four to three. Yale was. ahead, to the incredulous de-
light of the rooters who had come to see the gatne, and
Jim Phillips had certainly pitched a wonder ful gaine.
Dick Merriwell was delighted. There was a good
chanced of victory, but even if Yale lost, he had done
what he wantéd, proved that Yale coulc | give the great
league team a hard battle and win the respect of its ad-
versaries and of all the baseball world.
“They'll be easy this time,” said Bill Brady, as he
_ fastened on his chest protector and adjusted his mask.
Bae. WON t you believe that,” said Merriwell, f-
- “They'll put in their big guns this time to bat. It’s
- the last inning, and they’ve been waiting for the cl hancg.
Jim will have, to pitch to the yery best batters in tHe
league now, and he'll do well to hold them down; even
better than he’s been doing.”’
_ Ditk was proved right at once. Instead of:the fast,
young second baseman, who had been leading! off for
the Giants, the regular player of that position,” and a
famous slugger, stepped to the plate at the umpire’s call
- of “Play ball.’ A careless smile was on his lips as he
knocked the dirt out of his cleats with his bat, and then
he faced Jim with, a look of calm confidence on his
face.
_ “Put it where you like, son, the said, “I’m going to
Ait it, anyhow, You're sure some pitcher for a kid,
but this is where you need an aéroplane’to keep up w ith
| yourself where you're going. We're off now.”
Jim took fhe banter good-naturedly, but the Giant
had not been an idle boaster. He slammed the second.
stop it as it whizzed by him, and with none out aes
was a man on second Base.
“All right, Jim,” said Brady conte That’
all in the game. Don’t you mind that a bit.”
smiling.
ball pitched so hard that Sherman had no chance to .
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-a run would count.
*The second batter favtt down : 2 eee bunt. There: Ps aie: ies them whe ef the Blot? ‘he, had. es-
was no chance to catch the runner at third, anid big
Bill, picking up the ball with a rush, did well and made
a fast play to catch the batter at first.
There was a runner\at third now, one man out, and
the greatest batter in the league striding up to the plate.
FE erything was at stake. Merriwell knew, and so did
every fan in the stands, that if the Giants tied the score
they would: surely win the game. Jim was young, de- j.
spite his skill, and he was sure to be tired. Nine in- i
nings was all he should pitch, and ev en. if he hetd the |
Giants to a single run in thie’ inning, the game was gone
if they scored at all.
Jim decided on a bold play. The* famous. batter
would never expect him to risk: a straight ball, there-.
fore it was the safest ball to. pitch. Brady signaled
Jim shook his ‘head, and -g gave his own 4
signal. Brady protested violently in dunib show, . but 4
Jim was firm. A straight ball cut, the heart of the %
plate, and the famous batter grinned in ‘disgust at the
i chance as the umpire baw led, * Se “ike one,’
“Thud !”” \ Be
Before he was braced for the swing,
whizzed by.
gewnan
7
another pall Om
Jim had*pulled a trick B rady had often
rehearsed with him, the quick return, a strike meant ee
to cateh the batter unaware, and delivered without any ees
preliminary wind-up. : -
“Strike two!” yelled the umpire, and the crow d at Ve
laughed till it was tired, while the famous, batter swore.
in his disappointment and shortened ‘his grip, deter-. pine
mined to kill'the next straight ball pitched te, bine : Mo
Three of his prettiest curves Jim, pitched: in vain,
The Giant simply’ sniiled as they came straight for the
plate, then, at the last possible moment, curved aw ay
from it, to be called “Balls” by the umpire, ,
It all depended now on his last ball.” Te. fad to ie
straight. And as he wound up, having accepted Brady's 3
\ signal for a fast’ underhand shoot, thes only ball that.
might fool the batter, a cry warned him. of
T a Giant manager, a believer in d: aring tr
the runner on third away at the start of his w inding up,
. for the Squeeze. If the hall Was anywhere. near thes,
plate, the batter hit it, and even if. he w ere thrown out, —
It was too late for Jim tosstop. ©
If he did not pitch’ the ball it would be a balk, aiid he
runner would score. Suddenly, every as hé fiished
his swing, he had an inspiration... ' He tossed ‘the ball
from tiie. underhand position, high in the air, 50. that.
it would fall, unless it were hit or caught, right ot’ the S
plate. The batter saw too late, He struck? wildly abs
the ball, missed, and“ was out on strikes,’ and. in the.
same instant Bill Brady scooped it up and put it on the os
runner, tagging him out five feet yen the oe tae
had won. \ x
danger.
icks, had sent -
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The Giants took their defeat iy fii: inathipe, Sea
the manager sought Phillips and. ee him. 2. large
salary to sign a contract at ‘once, ‘But. itn was satis. >
fied with the glory of playing for ‘Yale, and he res
turned to New Haven doubly popular'wwith all his com.
¢aped, congratulating him with double warmth. Tem-
pest and Maxwell, who heard the whole story, were
frantic with delight, but he was willing to be friendly
with Gray, and he took Taylor’s hand in public, heap-
ing coals of fire on the head of that repentant plotter.
> THE END,
i “Dick Merriwell’s Solution; or, The Yale Twirler’s
i Winning Jump,” is a ene baseball story, telling of
the adventures of the Old Eli nine down in “‘ole Vi ir-
ginny.” ‘It will appear in ae next issue of this weekly,
and anybody who misses this splendid tale of the dia-
mond will miss a great deal. An old hatred is re-
newed and an unfair attack is made onan unsuspect-
4 ing twirler. ‘The universal coach is called to the West
} bya fake telegram, but reappears in a most startling
way: Amid*historic surroundings, the boys from New
Haven mix with the Southerners, whose hospitality
makes the team’s trip one ever to be remembered. A
_ desperate man does things that compel Dick and his
baseball pupils to engage in a series of adventures that
4 are both unusual and exciting. ‘There is more than one
‘reckless venture tnade to achievé a good end. A sheriff
shows up, and a much-frightened man is tatred and
|. feathered and ridden on a rail: Then comes the mar-
| velous jump that spells victory orl the ball field. The
story is No. 835, out April 13th,
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Against Heavy Odds; |
Or, THE PERILS OF THE BALKANS. a
By W. MURRAY GRAYDON. Pe
a
SYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING CHAPTERS. te
Fulke Haldane, an English boy of eighteen, is employed by. tHe. oem
shipping firm of ,Benstrong & Renswick. One night Haldane is :
attacked by a batidit named Serafine, in London. He is rescued _ Re
by an American newspaper correspondent, Dick Rokeby. Hal- 9) |
dane then gains information that causes him to suspect that his © |
father was killed, years before, by Otto Daranyi, his mother’s
brother. Count Rudolph Daranyi, his grandfather, a Hungarian,
wishes to see him at Monastir, to make him his heit. Haldane
ig tricked into sailing on the ‘Rangoon, one of Benstrong’s ships,
which is later captured by a Turkish war vessel, and the dis- |
covery made. that she is carrying contraband of war for the —
- Macedonians. The captain and crew are taken prisoners and _
Haldane finds himself\in danger of being made to suffer for the
misdeeds of the captain and crew. He appeals to Gibson, ones”
of the crew, to help him. Gibson is sytnpathetic; but ‘refuses to”
speak a word to save Haldane, who then declares that he will
find a way os his own to escape bares the Turks. ‘
| : CHAPTER V. ij i
Pie . , A NARROW ESCAPE. 4
The Rangoon had been captured at an early hour ee
the evening, and it was not yet midnight when ‘her escort |
towed her into the harbor of Salonika, the populous Turk-
ish pott on the AXgean which a short time before had
been the scene of terrible dynamite outrages committed.
by Bulgarians. Steeped in a silvery haze, stretching far.
to right and left, the town looked yery pretty and PeAges ” my
ful, with its domes and towers and minarets. It was a_
fascinating sight to Fulke, this first glimpse of the garish —
Orient, but his enjoyment of it was short-lived.
Der you_ see pee great building, Haldane?” said
the mate.’ “It is the. White Tower—the prison. We ells .
soon be stifling behind those massive walls.” ee!
“Not I,” muttered the lad, “if I can help it.” .
- Anchors’ wete dropped, and boats conveyed the pris-.
oners ashore, where they found waiting for them a larg
was evidently of high rank. The naval officer greeted
him by the name of Munir Pasha, and the two conversed
for a few moments. A number of persons gathered
about; discussing: the capture, and it appeared from their
knowledge of the Rangoon and her cargo, . ¥
Fulke, watching his chance, addressed the two officers
in FE rench. He briefly told of his ill- treatment, and d
manded that the E nglish consul be sent for at once.
“A fine tale!’ sneered. Munir yeh. “T am not suc
a fool as to evaliow: it” ay cht
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“Tt is the truth,’ vowed Fulke.
“Prove it; then. Let your comrades swear that you
were with them against your will.”
But there was no hope from that quarter, even Rad
the men been able’to speak French. They suspected. that
the lad was attempting.to clear himself, and-McMasters
cried out in angry tones:
~ “The dog lies! Don’t.believe him. He is one of us.”
The naval officer translated the words to Munir Pasha,
who laughed insolently, then gave the order to march.
Soldiers and prisoners started off, and the little crowd,
joined by new arrivals, followed as closely as they dared.
“Tf I could only get word f@the consul!” Fulke thought
bitterly.. “I must do it somehow, and that before the
doors of the White Tower close on me.’ Once in prison
I may lie there for weeks, without a chance of proving
my innocence. The Turks won't give me a show if they
can prevent it.” :
Salonika was dark and silent, a city of the dead, for
the inhabitants lived in terror of the Turkish garrisor.
Insurrection was aflame in the neighboring districts, and
-/ martial law prevailed. The soldiers’ way led along the
paved quay, where the shutters were all up, and chairs
, and*tables were stacked against the fronts of the cafes.
Nearer and nearer loomed the White Tower, and lower
at every step sank Fulke’s sprrits, though he was soon
to wish, with all his heart, that he was safe behind the
walls of the prison fortress. He looked back, on the
behind, and a soldier struck him a brutal blow.
_ He trudged on, sick with despair. A light shone ahead,
from a belated café that was just closing its doors, and,
aS the party drew near, a man stepped across the pave-
ment with an air of curiosity. One glance at him, and
Fulke sprang forward, struggling with the soldiers who
laid hold of him. | Ei et,
“Tf 'you are English,” he cried, “I beg you to help me.
_ I am innocent.
~ consul ¥ ; 3
A blow on-the mouth checked him, and the next in-
stant, recognizing the stranger’s features, he recoiled,
with astart.
- “Otto Daranyil’ he muttered. :
The party had halted, and the-crowd was pressing
closer from the rear. - Sar ee ee Le
“Good evening, my friend,” said Munir Pasha. “I
‘have my hands full, as you see. Do you know this fel-
low, who has dared address’ you?” 2
garded Fulke with a scowl, with a flash of triumph in his
dark eyes. , Re Te ea es |
~ “Will you vouch for him, then?” asked the officer.
‘He tells a strange story of having been kidnaped from
“London by these men, who were arrested to-night on an
”
s true——
act, I gnow better. The vessel is doubtless the same that
the insurgent agents. One of the partners is guardian
to this lad, who must have been sent in charge of the
cargo. Noy he is merely trying to save himself. He is
tainly the most guilty of the lot” )
iar!” exclaimed
ndignation,
itisfied that the recogt
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Fahy
fon was mutual, he shrank
Stary vt og ‘ hy, be ide
rit
site
,men,: who at once closed around Fulke, and: separated
chance of seeing an English face in the throng pressing
* » seemed to have suffered from the recent dynaimite out-
They are taking me to prison, Tell the’
done in Salonika, with nobody the wiser.: My fate a
never be known.” oS vac Ss ea eae
~ “1 do, as it happens,” replied Otto Daranyi. He re--
He made.a reeling step forward, straining at his fettered a q
English ship laden with contraband of war. If his story. . fabs
"EF would not believe it,” broke in the Austrian. “In
the owners, Benstrong & Renswick, sold over my head tor
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tered, that was thrown from a densé copse. of shrubbery —
Fulke, who shad listened with burn-
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with horror from the malevolent ‘gaze of ‘his uncle. He
bitterly regretted, when too late, that hé had provoked
the encounter. That his life was in peril again he could
not doubt. ,
“It is scandalous that a friendly country should permit
such things,” cried Munir Pasha. ., “These filibusters Al
ought to be shot.”
Otto Daranyi gave a sudden start, a8 if something’ had
occurred to him. “A word with you, my frieridy” he said. ;
He drew the officer aside, and for fully five minutes .
the two, who were clearly on intimate terms,’ spoke in
low and earnest whispers. All that: the lad: overheard
was part of a sentence—“In Reschad Bey’s garden.”
The conversation ended, and the Austrian disappeared, .
The party moved-on for a hundred: yards, then stopped
Munir Pasha spoke a few inaudible words to five of this
OI mus
a RET etl
him from his companions. At a rapid pace they, matéHed
him up a side street, away from the harbor.. Some.ef :
the crowd would have followed, but a harsh command en
checked them. The lad could not account for this depar- {
ture, which caused him vague uneasiness. se
“Where are you taking me?” he inquired of the sub-
officer in charge of. the squad» ea ks ee
* The answer was unintelligible, and,‘the gesture that.
accompanied it meant silence. For twénty minutes, with-
out meeting a soul, the little group pushed on through a ae
dark and deserted part of the town., Then, choeane a
wide square, they came to an uninhabited quarter that
rages. Another hundred yards, and they climbed over —
heaps of ruined masonry into a garden of considerable
*, = ths ‘i
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size. What dim light there was revealed trees ‘and’ shrub-
bery, paved walks, and marble-lipped fountains.’ |
The Turks halted at the farther end, by a high wall
in which was set an iron gate. , Having stood their pris-
oner with his back to this, they withdrew 4 dozen’ paces
and formed in a row. 4 ite eel een ey
Now, like a flash, the stunning'truth burst upon Fulke
He saw it all. He had been brought to-this lonely place
to be murdered, to be shot down like a dog:,° 5) ae
“It is my uncle’s scheme for getting rid-of me,” he
thought. “Otto Daranyi either persuaded. or’, bribed
Munir Pasha—that is what they -were talking abou
They have nothing to fear. Such, things can-be easi
For a moment he was dazed: Ghastly horror chilled’
his. blood. He tried to‘speak, but no: sound came frorr
his lips. The soldiers examined their rifles, slowly raised
them at a sign from the officer. Ruthlessly they seins
the word to fire. Folke stared into the leveled (ae
arms. % : =! ; ast
CHAPTER VI. / :
A BREAK IN THE JOURNEY, |” ye
“Stop, stop!” Fulke Haldane cried hoarsel fae is : pate
murder—don’t kill me! Give me a chance to éxplain.”
In the mid&t of Haldane’s appeal. something that -glit-
on the right, sped through the air and dropped within.
four yards of the file of soldiers. There wae oY ass
blinding jet of flame, a terrific explosion like the ie
a battery, The lad staggered and swayed as" the eart
Ghee»,
seemed to rock under his feet. He fell, rose up with
limbs and senses numb. F
“What was’ it?” we
pened?”
He was enveloped: in eddying waves of smoke, in
stifling sulphurous fumes. He could dimly perceive the
fq Turks, two of whom were kicking on the ground. A
third was running,at his top speed. The other two, yell-
ing loudly, discharged their rifles from sheer fright, firing
1 over the lad’s ‘head...
q ‘Now, then, Haldane,” a voice shouted close to him,
“Cut and run for it.”
“Where?” gasped Fulke, his wits still confused. “Who
is it?” .
Three dusky figtires were at his side. A knife slashed
at his wrists; and’ his arms were free. He-was seized and
: swung round,*pushed headlong through the open gate in
4 the wall, which flew shut behind him with a thud. Then
he was fleeing for his life, tearing madly along, with one
of his rescuers gripping his hand. The others had disap
‘» peared, he knew not where. A shrill clamour was’ring-
ing in the rear, and there was a noise of shouting in the
distant quarters of the town. _
Side by side’the two sped on, and from another gar-
den they reaclYéd.a dark. lane enclosed by high blank
walls. They continued their flight for a half mile, deftly
eluding observation, until they found themselves in the
asked himself. ‘‘What hap-
“4 ~~ suburbs: of'Safenika. The whitewashed* houses stood
| —_ apart, with ‘patches of tilled ground between. Bare fields
|. stretched toward rocky ‘hillsides.
“T gueSs we're safenow,”’ said the stranger breathlessly.
“That is, for a time—we must be miles away before morn-
ing. It was touch’ and go, though, wasn’t it?”
“Rather,” exclaimed Fulke, shuddering at the thought
of his narrow escape. “I can hardly believe that I’m
alive. Those’four rifles were pointed at my heart, ‘and
} the officer was just giving the word. Then the sky flamed
and the earth flew up. What was it?” |
Paaae
In the ninth inning Missoula was leading ~
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by one run, but after two were aut, Butte|an hour for the time they work. The man-
got a man on third and then the catcher} agement reserves: the right to discharge
let the ball get away from him. It rolled |them for cause.
only a short distance, but when the catcher
went to retrieve it, one bug leaned over th:
stand with a six-shooter in his hand.
“Touch that ball and you are dead,” he
shouted, and the catcher stood stock-still in
his tracks. Griff said that all the players
were scared stiff while the tying run scored,
but Missoula finally won in the tenth inning
by a 5 to 4=score.
Bluejackets [Viust Swim:
Rear Admiral Osterhaus, cc mmander in
chief of the Atlantic fleet, at Guantanamo,
Cuba, reported that 1,300 men of the fleet
had learned to swim since they left North-
ern waters. This was in accordance with
an order requiring all bluejackets; to be
able swimmers as well as able seamen.
Harvard Man Offers Proof of Bravery.
Smarting under the allegations of cow-
ardice implied in a suit brought against a
natatorium which employed him, and in
which a little girl named Pearl Moore was
drowned on April 1, last, Henry S: Horan,
of Boston, formerly connected: with Har-
vard University as an instructor, stood up
in the course of the trial; at Seattle, Wash.,
and shouted:
“I make this offer to the court: I will
submit to having my arms and legs bound
by any one and, in the presence of the jury,
will consent to being pushed off any dock
in Seattle.”
The former Harvard man presented a
great book of clippings before the jury tell-
ing of swimming feats he had performed in
and around Boston.
The Oldest of Harvard Alumni,
The’ Reverend J. I, ‘T. Coolidge, the old-
est living graduate of Haryard University,
quietly celebrated his ninety-fourth , birth-
day at his home at Cambridge, Mass.
College Students’ Presidential Votes.
The students of Amherst College, number-
ing 257, and of North Dakota University,
numbering 204, have just registered their
preference in the coming presidential race.
Amherst in New England shows Taft in
the lead with 109 votes, Roosevelt second
with 93, and Woodrow Wilson third with
50—a record Democratic vote for that col-
lege. At North Dakota La Follette leads
with 82 votes, Roosevelt is second with
57, and Wilson third with 48,
The voting was conducted under the [n-
tercollegiate Civic League, which has chap-
ters at fifty colleges, and in which men like
President Lowell, of Harvard; Hadley, of
Yale; Senator Root, Seth Low, and R. Ful-
ton Cutting, of New York, and others are
interested,
Cornell Students as Waiters.
The male student waiters at Cornell Uni-
versity, at Ithaca, New York, won_ their
strike, but, as they did not obtain recog-
nition of the waiters’ union, they are still
wondering where they will stand when the
time comes for another strike, All, includ~
ing the men who were’ discharged, went
back to work at Sage College, having re-
ay asstirances that they would get good
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If they do not like the food; they are
given $4.20 a week, representing 20 cents
New School History of America.
Advance of “United States
tory for Schools,’ by Edmond S. Meany,
professor of history at, the Washington
State University, are now in use in various
parts. of the country.
s an introductory
Meany prepared a
which he makes suggestions to teachers,
explaining why he has departed from the
old methed American historians had _ fol-
lowed in grouping facts around ‘the wars
and administrations of presidents, and in
stead has arranged ‘his materials into eight
general periods.
“The day has passed,” says Professor
Meany, “when the relatively easy / but
slavish work of memorizing lists of names
and dates will suffice for redl training in
this important field of knowledge. Every
aid is of value .which will enable teacher
and pupil to grip the meaning, the move-
ment, the perspective of history.”
Alluding to the demand of the
Flistorical Association for an
history that should keep the
background constantly in mind, Professor
Meany says that ‘special effort fas been
made to conform to that “sane and timely
suggestion,” and that in his work “not only
have aoe considered as European back-
ground (to ‘American history) received at-
terition, byt so also haye such events as the
independence of ‘ Latin America, the ex-
pansion of Canada, and the awakening of
the Orient.”
Improved School Seats Needed.
‘The physical director of the State Uni-
versity of Washington condemned the poor
public-school seats and pleaded for im-
provements as follows:
“When you cramp a child’s little body
into a seat that does not fit it and keep him
in this strained position for hours at a time,
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short chapter. in
feature,
has
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it is n® wonder that it develops into a
nervous, puny, weak-lunged, physical
wreck; that either is abnormally bad or is
sO stupid that it gets only half what it
should out of school, ,
“Adjustable seats, regulated by the size
and not the age of the child, with desks
such that he does not have to hump his
shoulders and crowd his small lungs to get
within reading distance of his book, should
be forced by law into every schoolhouse in
the country. Right here you would strike
a. blow at half the tuberculosis, curvature
of the spine, and lung diseases that ‘are
supposed to be the necessary infections of
the raeé, but which in reality. result from
the paralyzing influences of the stuffy
schoolroom «and the cramping and destroy-
ing of the lungs of our future citizens.
“Give the average kid a chance ‘and he
will develop along sane, sensible lines, but
hamper him physically from the start and
he will retrograde fast.
More practical, healthful consideration
of the natural sciences, less poring over
musty books in the close confines of the
classroom for hours at a time, and plenty
of exercise and sport will tend more and
more to make the physical education de-
partment of the university unnecessary.
Just how necessary this department is now
is illustrated by the fact that more than
one-half the registered students have some
eurvature: of the spine and a comparatively
large number have abnormal curvature,
and chronic’ diseases, caused
largely by the weakening of their organs
in the close confinement thought necessary
for education, Science has recognized that
a student deficient physically cannot work
well with his brain, and it is to remedy
these abnormalities and give those not en-
gaged in athletics proper. exercise, that
physical-culture is taught.”
weak lungs,
Yale’s Polo Team.
Yale has formed a pony polo association,
a team will be organized, and a challenge
sent to Harvard for a game in June.
Twenty players are now enrolled, The offi-
cers are: Nat Rutter, New York City,
Henry Parsons, New York City,
John Logan, Youngstown, Ohio,
president 5
treasurer ;
secretary,
Savings Banks for School Children,
William H. Maxwell, superintendent of
schools, of New York City, made his thir-
teenth annual report since the consolidation
of. Greater New York, at a meeting of the
board of education. His statement was sta-
tistical. and concluded with a number’ of
recommendations. He proposed that a
children’s sayings bank, under proper regu-
lations, should be established in each school
for the purpose of encouraging thrift and
to establish the habit of saving.
Enlarging Yale Field,
That $700,000 will be,‘ngeded for: pro-
viding and equipping playgrounds for the
Yale undergraduate body. was Stated in a
report of the committee of twenty-one to
the Yale*Corporation.
The report states that ‘the-erection of a
football “stadium” is subsidiary to the
necessity ‘of providing playgrounds. for
which approximately eighty acres of land
has’ been secured, directly opposite Yale
Field, at a cost of about’ $90,000. On the
land acquired will be erected a fireproof
football stand, not to cost over $275,000,
with a seating capacity of over 60,000, A
clubhouse will also be built.
Half an Hour Earlier at Ball Games.
The baseball games at the Polo Grounds,
in New York City, this season will start at
3,30 instead of 4 o'clock, as formerly.
There has *always been’ pronounced dis+
satisfaction with the later hour, but the
fear that the change would lessen the gate
receipts was the reason given for not in-
augurating this policy before. ere
all the games in the West begin at 3 p.m.
but there has been an old-time faites in
New York that the moment the stock ex-
changes close Wall Street moves en masse
to the ball parks.
Longest Yacht Race Ever.
Plans have been advanced by Colonel D,
C. Collier, president of the Panama-Cali-
fornia Exposition, which is to be held at
San Diego, Cal. for a yacht race cruise
from New York to San Diego, by way of
the Panama Canal, the total distance ex-
ceeding 6,000 miles. This iis the longest
journey ever attempted by water crafts of
this type... The affair is to take place when
the canal is opened.
The eyent is tobe international in seope,
for England plans ta enter several of its
great. steam yachts. The course of’ the
armada of motor, steam, and’ other kinds
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ward along the Atlantic Coast to Key West,
Fla,, then through the Straits of Florida,
rounding Cape Antonio, Cuba, thence hug-
ging the Central American coast to Colon,
through the Panama Canal, into the Pacific
Ocean, and northward along the Central
American and Mexican coasts to San Diego,
The classification of the boats eligible
and the kind of prizes to be awarded have
‘} -. not yet been decided upon. It has been de-
. cided, however, to present every owner of
a yacht that completes the cruise with a
yp handsome trophy as a reminder of the long
5 and pleasurable journey.
; _ Practically all of the Pacific Coast yachts
will make the trip. A fleet of high-speed
racing motor yachts is expected to
\ entered by Eastern enthusiasts.
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Bi; Too Many Stairs Injurious to Students,
Teo much running up and downstairs is
. 7 playing hayoe with the present-day girl and
| 3 ~=~—S Wwoman according to Doctor Ira M. Healey,
hh who appeared before the local school hoard
in. Chicago, Ill, in behalf of the mothers
of the city. In consequence of the protest,
the new Chicago high schoo! will probably
be only two. stories high. In the present
| high school many of the girls climb three
by flights of stairs, several times daily, in go-
: ‘ing from classroom to classroom. This,
is excessive, and
gon en
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fy = Doctor Healey declared,
i will: result in injury.
A School for Managers of Athletic Meets.
. Athletic enthusiasts in Philadelphia. have
established what is called an officials as-
sociation, for the tuition of those who de-
“sire to become acquainted with the “ins and
guts” of the management of athletic meets.
Great progress has been made in Phila-
delphia by the tuition scheme, and it is said
_ that there is plenty of_room in New York
_for some such organization, in view of the
-» repeated bungles made by those who have
-essayed to perform such easy offices as
scoring foot races.
The occasion for the comment was a re-
cent one-mile walk in’ New York, the men
-in which were compelled to go eleven laps,
because of the error of the scorers who
found themselves unable to “keep tab”
properly for the ten laps which constituted
‘the length‘of the contest. —
~ It was conceded that an unwitting injus-
‘tice had been worked thereby on’ several
of the men in the event as had ‘the race
‘been stopped at the proper time a totally
_ different order of finish would have been
the outcome, with the almost absolute cer-
ty that seyeral men who were. placed
rough the “footless” work of the scorers
would Drobebly have been no closer up than
0 Ore
a the heh" jump, chia. developed some
capital pe erformances, the. men were ham-
seed. by the rather unfair conditions which
1d the eross bar. The rules permit of
se of pins three inches long upon
1 the cross bar can rest. Pins of such
h permit of a little latitude when a
erazes the cross bar, but in the event
estion it was particularly noticeable
slightest touch displaced the bar.
Murphy, the referee of the sports,
good precedent, when, during the
of the three-mile run, he warned
the competitors who, was several
he bad at the start of the final half
the track in. arder, to Breen he
iled as to the length of the pins used |
| grouped* seats of two or more.
of this will probably be the exclusion of a
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impeding the progress of the real runners.
This particular would-be distance champion
zigzagged his way around the circuit, all
but throwing down every runner who could
get by without being fouled.
As a matter of fact, this runner refused
to obey the referee, pursuing his way
around the circle to the discomfiture of
those who had the best interests of the race
at heart.
It was conceded that such cases as these
should be taken up by the registration com-
mittee, which has power to “inflict punish-
ment for any act which tends to disturb or
obstruct a competition.
_Columbia’s Boat Race Schedule.
Manager George Maurer, of the Colum-
bia University crews, has completed ar-
rangements for a triangular regatta, to be
held with Princeton and Pennsylvania on
Carnegie Lake on May 18. Negotiations
looking to such a race have been pending
for three months, but a complication of
schedules upset the early plans, and it was
not until recently that Harry A. Fisher,
graduate manager of sports, was able to
come out with a definite and official an-
nouncement that the regatta would be held.
The consent of the board of stewards of
the Intercollegiate Rowing Association,
which has charge of the Poughkeepsie re-
gatta, has been ebtained, and the necessary
authority gained at Princeton and Pennsyl-
vania.
One of the best rowing schedules that |
has been drawn up for the Light Blue and
White crews is completed with the addition
of this regatta. Columbia opens the rowing
season on May 11, when it meets the An-
napolis eight on the Severn in a two-mile
contest. The following Saturday. will be
given over to the triangular regatta. Crews
will also be entered in the American Hen-
ley at Philadelphia on May 25, This race
comes in the middle of the final examina-
tions at Columbia, but at the last meeting
of the faculty of applied science a motion
was passed allowing the members of the|™
eights to take special absence, with special
examinations when they return.
The local crews will also be entered in
the Harlem regatta» on Memorial Day.
These races will complete a schedule which
should send the Columbia crews to Pough-
keepsie in excellent condition, as the oars-
men will have had more experience in acy’
tual racing than any Columbia crews in.
recent years.
Yale Regulates Football Ticket Distribution,
Owing to the excessive demands for
tickets this year to the Harvard and Prince-
ton football games, the Yale football ticket }
management took up the question of future
ticket distribution, in order to avoid the
disappointment of applicants and other
complications.
‘A plan was adopted allowing direct ap-
plication for only one ticket, applications
for additional tickets being conditional and
contingent. Under this system applicants,
if graduates or undergraduates, will be as-.
sured of one ticket, and take their chances
for others, and also the chance of obtaining.
The effect,
large proportion of women from the games.
The plan will apply to both. the Harvard
and Princeton games, and it is believed that }
the Princeton and Harvard ticket manage-
ments mh adopt rt eae irr As con-
-}on Friday night they had $26,000 more than.
fayor of rule revision that will ‘allow more
announced. ae most F Rucorieny of
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with ticket distribution it is also
“favored’”’ list will
nection
likely that the so-called
be cut down.
University Subscriptions in Mining Stocks.
A record in whirlwind money raising
was artapnened for Canada when, in five
days, $1,520,965 had been collected for Mc-
Gill University, at Montreal.
The effort to raise $1,500,000 began on a
Monday morning. On the following Fri- |
day morning the soliciting committees
found themselves $370,000 short of. the.
mark they had set, and they worked with
such zeal that at the close of the campaign
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the million and a half. Included in the
total was a subscription of $100,000 from =
Dector James Douglas, of New York. a
Later advices stated that the governors —
of McGill University were in distress owing ;
to the discovery that a considerable portion = = _—™
of the subscriptions were paid in mining
stock that was unmarketable and possibly
worthless:
Many cherished ideas for improvements
had to be abandoned owing to failure to
realize on these stocks.
Colleges Want New Football Rules.
A canvass of Yale football officials and
semiofficials shows them unanimously in
scoring.
Walter Camp, the graduate head ae ath-
letics; Head Coach John Field, Captain
Howe, Julian W. Curtiss, formerly presi-
dent of the New York alumni, and ey ery
coach of the resident and visiting squad
called for reform. Yale football heads are,
however, quick to commend the’ present
rules for their features of merit, They
have made it practically impossible for
players to drop from exhaustion, and the
Injuries received under them have poem if
simple wrenches or limb fractures, aga
The present loud clamor for reform dee
mands ability to score occasionglly. Yale
football men believe that relief will be a
simple matter and can come from returning
to a five-yard gain for first down inside
the twenty-five-yard line, ‘increasing the |
number of downs allowed to gain ten yards
to four, or possibly allowing first down —
aftem a seven instead of a ten- yard gain.
It is believed that Harvard as well as Yale
will appeal for a change of this kind at the
sessions of the intercollegiate rules com-
mittee. Za
The whole football situation in 1912 will —
hinge on; the development of the ‘forward
pass, in the belief, of Donald Pryor, the.
Brown University coach, He aayern se at
“It will take several weeks of experimen- i
tation and study to determine definitely the —
necessities and possibilities of the game in.
its new clothes. It seems at first glance
that the changes should produce what they —
were intended to produce—a running game. —
It is true that the big teams will be able to
beat the small ones by comfortable margins,
but when the giants clash, unless the for-
ward pass is well and systematically devel-
oped, the running game will fail, and 1912
will find the big teams PSbying i on their kick-
ers, Just as they did in Tort. ee
‘Yale’s Collection of Ascuitents PAB,
At a meeting of the Yale Corporation i
New Haven, the receipt of many gifts wa
h
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was by Owen F. Aldie, of Washington, D.
C., of the class of 1874, who gave first and
notable editions, manuscripts, and letters of
eae authors, making what is probably
the largest and most nearly complete col-
lection of its kind in existence. It ¢ontains
3 nearly 6,000 volumes, and is valued at
$100,000.
The editions of Cooper represent the
=. most complete set known. Stedman, an-
other Yale author, is also complete. Holmes
“is represented bY 200 volumes. Only
known item of Hawthorne’s is missing, and
kD y none of Irving. The collection will be
pe known as the Yale collection.of American
literature.
.. Cotnell Wants the “C” Kept Exclusive.
a The Cornell Athletic Council, at Ithaca,
ma New York, jumped in the face of student
sentiment fire by voting favorably on the
question of awarding the varsity insignia
“C” to managers a he major sport teams.
The decision of the directorate caused un-
ceasing’ comment and unfavorable discus-
Sion, and the student feeling came to a head
when the resolutions adopted by the fifty
‘wearers of the “C” was announced con-
-. demning the action of the council and ask-
ing that the decision be reconsidered.
Practically the only favor the new de-
parture meets with is from the managers,
and so great the agitation that the
coaches of the four sports have expressed
their disfavor.
, Charles Courtney, coach of the
whose connection with Cornell is longer
than that of any one intimate with ath-
leti¢s, said that it was contray to Cornell’s
traditions and a brez ach of sentiment, this
council gction.
_ The Yarsity ‘C’ was intended for men
who earn it on the athletic field, and should
be given to them only,” said’ Mr. Courtney.
“Personally, I can see no more reason for
4 giving the ‘C’ to managets than to any
» other undergr@uate who, has risen ° to
_. prominence among”his fellow students. |
want, it understood, however, that I do not
in the least blame the managers for accept-
ing the honor thrust upon them.”
Ball Player Gets ‘Ten, Dollars Weekly.
Rube Waddell, of Minneapolis, Minn,,
; -has affixed his signature to one of the ‘most
_.. novel baseball contracts ever signed i the
_,. American Association. By the terms of
the agreement, Rube will receive only $10
a week during the playing season. If he
does not drink he will receive the rest =
his salary in a lump at the end of the yea
- Joe Cantillon says no matter what means
Rube employs, he will not be able to get a
cent other than the ten each week until the
- season is finished, not even to accommod: ite
sick relatives.
_ Waddell says he will not drink this sum-
mer. He means to show his will power.
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' ‘What is a Racing Shell?
A racing shell is not a “vessel” or a
“pleasure boat,” but simply a “manutac-
“ture of wood,”
in the. United States Court of Customs Ap-
_ peals, at Washington, D. C. The question
was raised by Ha rard University in con-
nection with two eight-oared shells im-
Npotied: at Boston. The collector assessed
hem as “manufactures of wood” not spe-
i cially provided for., The university claimed
one
1s
crews,
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entry and subject only to an annual tonnage
tax,
The court, while holding they were
1either vessels nor pleasure boats, admitted
crew experienced great pleasure in
the race, “especially if
that the «
the practice spin or
they win.”
The Ethics of Wealtb-getting.
crazy for wealth
other ideas in their
“New Yorkers
they have
are so
scarcely any
‘according to a decision given |
heads,” asserted Doctor Felix Ad-
ler, the well-known, teacher of ethical cul-
ture, in New York, in a talk to the Society
of Ethical Culture, in the course of which
he attacked the Steel Trust and flayed steel
and oil millionaires.
‘There can be no equality,” he said, “be-
tween brains, ability, and the distribution
of wealth. It is all wrong. The equality
for the public good can only come from
what the wealth stands for. The pursuit of
wealth crowds out all other ideas. We see
the result of it in this vast, seething city
of New York, where wealth abounds. And
they call that life and say that it is for the
public good.”
Doctor Adler said labor conditions in
Germany are not so monstrous as in Amer-
ica. He attributed the better situation there
to the monarchy, which, he told his audi-
ence, “makes the people niore compact.”
The Germans, he added, have the true so-
cial spirit, for they are willing to wear
the fetters of. law.
He denounced the Steel Trust’s pension
system as crippling the independence of the
men, so that they work outrageous hours
under terrible conditions and have no union
to appeal to, because the trust took the
tunion from them in exchange for beggarly
pensions. f
“Public good,” he continued, “does not
mean the equality of wealth-getting by in-
dividuals. We hear about the “square deal,’
It is supposed to mean equal wealth-get-
ting—not to play the game with loaded dice.
It is the wrong idea.”
foolish
. Travelers Stop Tipping.
The Commercial Travelers’ National
League, recently began a crusade against
the tipping habit.
“The so-called f
taurants,” said P.
first- Sieh hotels and res-
E. Dowe, president. of
‘the league, in a circular sent out from New
York City, “average from two hundred per
cent to three hundred per cent profit on
victuals. Liquors pay even greater profit,
for at a cost of two dollars and twenty- five
cents to two dollars and fifty cents a gallon
—sixty-five drinks to the gallon, at fifteen
r twenty cents,each—would give an aver-
age profit in excess of three hundred per,
cent... The greed of hotel proprietors in
this ,country, is the basic cause for the
growth of the tipping system, until it has
become’ such an intolerable nuisance that
the public’ dem: ands its abolishment.
“This un-American and abominably gross
system does nobody any good except the
hotel proprietor. Tt is the duty of every
one to assist the United States to be rid of
an faquitous and un-American. custom.”
Studying Life as a Fine Art.
- The Club for the Study of Life as a Fine
Art opened its third season at the Hotel
Astor, New York City, with an address by
Mrs. Mildred Manly
Jand teerene: no ies can live, on’ le
Easton, president and oh
no’
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ject was: “You—a Personality.” About a dic
two hundred women weré present. ee
“Right thinking,” said’ Mrs. Easton, “is she
conducive to right living. All persons were de
cut out to be angels, but the devil ran away Bui
with the pattern, and*now it is only by rp
thinking along the right lines that ong can
be one’s own true self.
“If you want to be leaders, think right,
be original, and keep young. Doing the - ,
first two will make the third easy.. Getting ms
old, that is, for a woman, is merely a habit. je
Forty is the age when a woman begins to i
live. At that time she is eighty years - -
young and eighteen years old, Jf she is a
not, then something is wrong.” a
New Laws Needed. tt
Governor Dix, of New York, issued a st
statemént favoring new and Drogreseye .
legislation as follows: D:
‘Extension of the direct primary law. a. Me
More stringent penalties for vote buying. T
Giving public service commissions power Ds
over reorganizations. Sage
, Repeal of the Frawley boxing law. : ae
' A workmen’s compensation law. se
Nine-hour law for women factory em- a
ployees. , - ;
Stricter inspection of New York City t
bakeries. s a d
S\ate inspection of meats. ;
H me rule for cities and villages. ’
A ‘ew State office building.
Free Marriage Ceremonies.
Sheridan, Oregon, has a justice of the
peace who offers to marry free of charge,
and at any time of the day or night, ane :
bride makes the affidavit that she actually
proposed to, the bridegroom. This offer
holds good during the entire year of 1912,
and it is a bona- fide proposition which the
justice offers to any and all members of
the feminine persuasion, the latter having
only to appear before the justice, swearing
to the details of the proposal, and filing an | |
aoe that she took the initiative. "The: ;
eee properly presented, then the justice —
1 marry the happy couple absolutely free
of charge. om
The cpntanihtiopié justice, from whom this:
unique offer emanates says: “If a man is.
so slow that his sweetheart has to wait until’ .
leap year to secure connubial. bliss, she
ought to be rewarded with a free, cere-
mony.’ !
Yale Professor Thinks Twelve Dollars Weitiy 2 ee
Enough,
ae think that twelve dollars and sixty-_
one cents is a very good living WARS aren
good indeed.” Vy
Out of Yale University, Alma Mater ot
President Taft, came Professor William Baie
H. Bailey to Cleveland to make this Bi ee Ah
ment on economic conditions here.
“The fact that the United States census
bureau has ascertained that the average
weekly wage in Cleveland is twelve dollars es SB
and sixty-one cents, does not impress me as __
being bad at all when viewed from an ~™
economic standpoint,” said Professor »
Bailey. “I think such an av erage wage $8 %
really excellent. It is more than the strik-
ers at Lawrence get. I do not see why any,
minrs readjustment is neec led so pee a oe
ages keep as highgas that.”
Phat the Associated Charities of Cleve
Vee
they were “pleasure boats,” within the
m ee of the age law, entitled to free
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founder of the society. Mrs. Easton’s sub-
not really $12, since the enormous incomes
of capitalists are included in its compilation,
did not disturb Professor Bailey.
' /'“The only influence I can see that-such a
condition can have is that it may’ tend to
defer marriage and to restrict the size of
y families,” he added. “Otherwise I think it
) ig quite an optimistic report.”
‘Ball Players Fail on the Stage.
Baseball men do a lot of unnecessary
worrying over so-called evils which time
would cure without any help in the way of
legislation. The club owners were much
disturbed two years ago because so many
players were accepting stage engagements,
There was no objection on the part of the
magnates to the players picking up extra
money in the off season, but it was feared
that the late hours and indoor life of the
stage people would prove injurious.
Rules and regulations were adopted to
prevent players from accepting engage-
ments without the consent of their clubs.
This legislation was ineffective, because the
stars of the teams did not have any trouble
in getting the consent, and only the stars
} were wanted by the theatrical promoters.
4 The club owners are not worrying now
about the players’ invasion of theatrical
territory. The public has demonstrated
that it wants to see the players only on the
diamond, and therefore there are few fat
a theatrical contracts being offered.
he unfortunate expérience of Mathew-
‘son, ‘Meyers, Mike Donlin,: Ty ‘Cobb, Mor-
gan, Bender, and Coombs, Johnny Evers and
_ Joe Tinker on the stage will deter other
baseball stars from attempting a stage
career.
In this connection, Hans Wagner again
Spans up as the smartest of baseball play-
“ers. When the stage craze was on, Wag-
ner was offered greater inducements, than
were held’ out to any other player, but ,he
turned down. every offer and attended
_ strictly to baseball. This has been his pol-
_#4ey ever since he signed his first contract
with President Dreyfuss, and he probably
has more money to show than any other
player - in the ranks can boast of. And, be-
: sides, he has four months a year to spend
as he pleases in automobiling, hunting, fish-
ing, @ yasketball, and other pursuits that he
sone "enjoys.
MA: Great Sunday- chook Convention.
Paetthcat Aniomaaeate at Se Or-
as, Lay:
‘resolution: favoring a uti form standard
_ Sunday-schools ~ thtoughout North
ica, regardless of denomination, was
ted by the conference.
A strong plea for health preservation. on
a he part of religious workers was. mate
sie Charles Hall, secretary of the Chi-
mre: school SEPIA, ;
Beit for President Taft, Deputy Col-
to enry C. Stuart, of New York, pre-
sh seaman, for heroic services per-
d at sea’ under trying and difficult cir-
ur seamen from a/ waterlogged American
op. The presentation was made at the
coe and was a result of the in-
One are and Sa senate Tepre-_
fident
gold medal to Joseph Jackson, a.
es in the rescue of the master and
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terest President Taft had taken in the
rescue.
The crew of the American sloop Theresa
were drifting off. the Azores in July last
when the craft sprung a leak. The crew
were unable to make repairs and almost
abandoned hope. Relief came through the
crew of the British steamship Bricka, the
rescue being made in a violent storm. The
sloop ‘was abandoned and the men, brought
to New York. President Taft directed that
the men of the Bricka’s crew who faced the
danger should receive gold medals.
Chinese Girl Addresses Students.
Albion College, of Michigan, was repre-
sented in the State 1gtercollegiate oratorical
contest’at Olivet by Miss Sui Wang, a stu-
dent ‘ffom China in-her junior year. Miss
Sui is a thorough believer in the present
revolutionary uprising in the empire, and
her oration was on “China’s Crisis.” Miss
Sui is considered a brilliant student.
Tip of Ten Per Cent—No Mote.
If you eat $1 worth at any Philadelphia
hotel or restaurant you may hereafter get
a check for $1.10—the additional money
being the price you pay for the privilege
of withholding the waiter’s tip. If this
latest plan of the proprietors is, carried out
the waiters will not protest, as the ten
cents really will be a tip, which the estab-
lishment will keep with others received in
like manner and divide at the end of the
day, each waiter getting a share. «
It is only the doubt of the hotel and res-
taurant men whether they have the legal
right t0 make this assessment on the bill
rendered that has prevented its immediate
adoption, They plan now to post a notice
of a ten-per-cent tipping rate, so that per-
sons who dine out can tip according to
their appetites and not have to part with a
disproportionate amount when a modest
meal is eaten.
Chinese Constsis Must Dress American Fashion,
The officials of the Chinese ;consular
service in the United ‘States were ordered
to adopt the American Style of dress, by
an edict received in San Francisco, Cal,
from President Sun Yat Sen, of the new re-
public, containing a formal announcement
of the abdication of the throne. The con-
sular officials were instructed to remain at
their posts until their successors were ap-
pointed.
Fung Chi You, private secretary to Pres-
Bic has been appointed director of
the consular bureau, according to a cable-
gram received by The Chinese Fre. Press.
The post is an important one, as it controls
in a measure the Chinese emigration and
the commercial relations mie other coun-
tries.
Tramps Hear Theis Millionaire President.
The convention held at St. Louis, Mo.,
of the so-called “Unskilled, Migratory, and
otherwise
was marked by
Casual Workers’ Association,”
known as “How’s Hobos,”
a speech by Joseph. Fels, the millionaire
‘single-tax propagandist, who elated. the 600
delegates by denouncing privilege in land
and the giving of charity and then. de-
pressed them by saying he believed the only
thing the “hobos’” convention would ac-
complish, would be to arouse bitterness,
The delegates discussed a proposal. by
President hens Fads sagt of St. Le
told a story about a New England farmer's
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to hold the next convention in some city in
Kansas and then tramp in a body to a
vacant land in the Southwest and colo-
nize it.
Simple Diet Advice. |
“Go back and board with Moses if you
wish to live a hundred years,” was the ad-
vice recently offered to New Yorkers by
the Reverend Doctor Oscar Haywood, i
the Collegiate Baptist Church of the Cove-
nant.
The simple diet prescribed in the Book of
Leviticus, the preacher said, was far more ~
conducive to health, happiness, and longev-
ity than the miscellaneous bill of lobsters,
oysters, crabs, clams, terrapin, and snails
in the restaurants of Broadway and else;
where. . All these dainties were forbidden
to the patriarchs.
Annuities for Dickens’ Granddaughtets.
Clarence H. Mackay, of New York City,
treasurer of the American Dickens Fund,
to supplement the English fund to provide
for five needy granddaughters of the late
Charles Dickens, received this cablegram
from Lord Alyerstone, lord chief justice of
England and chairman of the executive
committee in London:
“I most earnestly hope that the appeal
being made in America in behalf of the
necessitous granddaughters of the late
Charles Dickens, for whom we seek as a
fitting tribute to the mentobry of the famous
author to provide small annuities, will be’
well supported.”
A Pickpocket Trust.
At the hearing of an alleged pickpocket
in a New York City court, a magistrate
warned the complaining witness in these
words:
“In this city there is a pickpockets’ trust,
and when one of the members is arrested »
he asks a continuance, and while the case
is pending another member goes to the
complainant and attempts to stop the prose-
cution. If any one approaches you in re-—
gard to this case call the nearest policeman
and have him arrested.”
An Indian Astronomer,
The “grass dance” of the Blackfeet In-
dians, held at the Cutbank River, not far’
from the reservation town of Browning,
Montana, was considered a harbinger of
spring by the stock men, .
“Big \Brave,” mixer of spring medicine -
for the festival, an astronomer of note
‘among the members of the tribe, who was
the leader of the dance, said the sun and
stars had informed him that spring would
come early, and that it was time to offer
thanksgiving to the Great Chieftain.
Kate Douglas Wiggins on ‘Wriee Vara
While in Richmond recently for hel
performance of “Rebegca of Sunnybrook —
Rarm,” Kate Douglas Wiggins, the. famous.
author, was asked how she ‘stood on the —
vote-for-w omen question. —
She replied she didn’t “stand af all,” and —
wife who had no very romantic ideas about
the opposite sex, and who, hurrying froth i.
churn to sink, from sink to shed, and back ©
to the kitchen stove, was asked if she
wanted to vote. “No; I certainly don’t! I
say if there’s one little. thing that the men —
folks can do alone, for goodness’ sakes. let
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Eleventh Annual
Baseball Tournament
PLAY
BALL!
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Tip Top Championship Contest of 1912
Open to amateur baseball nines anywhere in the United
States.
New uniforms for each of the two winning
teams. BEGIN NOW. Contest Closes October 15th.
FIRST PRIZE:
The team which, at the end of the season, has the highest
averagq—that is, plays the greatest number of games and scores the largest number
of
receive a handsome silk pennant bearing words to that effect.
runs) will be declared the TIP TOP CHAMPIONSHIP TEAM OF 1912, and will
In addition to this,
the champion team will receive an equipment of nine high-grade uniforms—cap,
shirt, belt, ‘trousers and stockings for each member. ;
SECOND PRIZE:—The team showing the next highest average, will be declared
the winner of the second place, and the members will receive each a uniform equip-
ment exactly like that given to each member of the champion team.
» In the event of a tie between two teams, the batting and fielding average of the teams will be considered.
The captains of com-
peting teams are therefore advised to preserve the detailed score of each game, but not to send it to this office until requested to do so.
TEN COUPONS REQUIRED FOR THE RECORD OF EACH GAME
In order that TIP TOP may have a complete and proper record of each game played by each
team entering this contest, ten coupons must be sent in for each game. These consist of one
coupon from each of the nine players, and one manager’s coupon, The last coupon must be mailed
on or before October 15th, when the contest closes.
MANAGER’S COUPON
For each grme played during the season, the manager desiring to
enter the Tip Top Contest, is required to fill out a Manager’s Coupon,
like that below, fill it in, signit,.and obtain the endorsement of his
postmaster or a ‘reputable news dealer, a¥ provided,in the coupon,
and mail it to this office.
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PLAYER’S COUPON
In fairness to all the clubs that enter this contest, and that there
may be no doubt as to whom the prizes should go, Tip Top requires a
coupon from each member of the nine as well as the manager’s
coupon. Below is the coupon which each player should cut out,
fill in, sign and give to the manager of the.nine that he may send it
along with the manager’s coupon.
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587—Dick Merriwell, Lion Tamer.
588—Dick Merriwell’s Camp-site.
589—Dick Merriwell’s Debt.
590—Dick Merriwell’s Camp Mates.
591—Dick Merriwell’s Draw.
592—-Dick Merriwell’s Disapproval.
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614—Dick Merriwell’s Trip West.
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616—Dick er
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Dick Merriwell’s Bluff.
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707—Dick Merriwell’s Gambol.
708—Dick Merriwell’s Gun.
709—Dick Merriwell at His Best.
710—Dick Merriwell’s Master Mind. 7
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Dick Merriwell’s Sympathy.
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28—Frank Merriwell
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729—F rank Merriwell’s Hard Game
30—Frank Merriwell’s Six-in-hand
31 __F rank Merriwell’s Duplicate,
732—Frank Merriwell on Rattle-
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736—Dick Merriwell,
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ies —Dick Merriwell’s Control.
738—Dick Merriwell’s Back Stop.
39—Dic k Merriwell’s Masked En-
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40-—Dick Merriwell’s Motor Car.
741—Dick Merriwell’s Hot Pursuit.
49-_Pic¢k Merriwel at Forest
3—Dick Merriwell in Court.
744—Dick Merriwell’s Silence.
45—Dick Merriwell’s Dog.
746—Dick Merriwell’s Subterfuge.
747—Dick Merriwell’s Enigma.
748—Dick Merriwell Defeated.
749—Dick Merriwell’s “‘Wing.’’
750—Dick Merriwell’s Sky Chase.
751—Dick Merriwell’s Pick-ups.
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5—Dick Merriwell’s Vantage.
56- —Dick Merriwell’s Advice.
57—Dick Merriwell’s Rescue.
58—I ick Merriwell, American.
759—Dick Merriwell’s Understand-
ing.
760—Dick Merriwell, Tutor.
761—Dick Merriwell’s Quandary.
762—Dick Merriwell on the Boards.
763—Dick Merriwell, Peacemaker.
764—Frank Merriwell’s Sway.
765—Frank Merriwell’s Compre-
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767—Frank Merriwell’s Tact.
768—F rank Merriwell’s Unknown.
769—TlIrank Merriwell’s Acuteness.
770—Frank Merriwell’s Young
Canadian.
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2—}Frank Merriwell’s Perplexity.
Frank Merriwell’s Intervens
tion.
4—Frank Merriwell’s Daring Deed
»—F rank Merriwell’s Suecor.
76—Frank Merriwell’s Wit.
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Frank Merriwell’s Bold Play.
—Frank Merriwell’s Insight.
780 —Frank Merriwell’s Guile.
781—F rank Merriwell’s Campaign,
782—Frank Merriwell in the Na-
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85—Frank Merriwell’s Tenacity.
784 —Dick Merriwell’s Self-sacrif.
785—Dick Merriwell’s Close Shave
786—Dick Merriwell’s Pereeption
787—Dick Merriwell’s Mysteri¢
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788—Dick Merriwell’s
Work.
789—Dick Merriwell’s Proof,
790—Dick Merriwell’s Brain Work.
791—Dick Merriwell’s Queer Case.
792—Dick Merriwell, Navigator.
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Dick Merriwell’s Fun,
Dick Merriwell’s Commence-
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797—Dick Merriwell, Mediator.
7T9S—Dick Merriwell’s Decision.
799—Die ¥ Merriwell on the Great
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800—Dic L Merriwell
ping.
801—Dick Merriwell in the Copper
Country.
802—Dick Merriwell Strapped.
8083—Dick Merriwell’s Coolness.
804—Dick Merriwell’s Reliance,
805—Dick Merriwell’s College Mate,
806—Dic k Merriwell’s Youn
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807—Dick Merriwell’s Prodding.
SO8—I*rank Merriwell’s Boy.
809—TFrank Merriwell’s Interfer-
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810—F rank Merriwell’s
Warriors.
811—F rank Merriwell’s Appraisal.
812—F rank Merriwell’s Forgiveness
813—Frank Merriwell’s Lads.
814—F rank Merriwell’s
Aviators.
815—F rank Merriwell’s Hot-head.
816—Dick Merriwell, Diplomat.
817—Dick Merriwell in Panama.
818—Dick Merriwell’s Perseverance:
819—Dick Merriwell Triumphant.
820—Dick Merriwell’s Betrayal.
821—Dick Merriwell, Revolutionist.
2—Dick Merriwell’s Fortitude.
< Merriwell’s Undoing.
Merriwell, Universal
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—Dick Merriwell’s Snare,
6—Dick Merriwert'; Star Pupil.
—Dick Merriwell’s Astuteness.
28—Dick Merriwell’s Responsi-
bility.
Dick Merriwell’s Plan.
—Dick Merriwell’s Warning.
31 —Dic k Merriwell’s Counsel.
—Dick Merriwell’s Champions.
Dick Merriwell’s Marksmen.
-Dick Merriwell’s Enthusiasm.
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