Jack Lightfoot's hard luck, or, A lightning triple play in the ninth

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Jack Lightfoot's hard luck, or, A lightning triple play in the ninth

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Jack Lightfoot's hard luck, or, A lightning triple play in the ninth
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ALL-SPORT S LIBRARY. plyi ngthe paint 'to a new boat-a be auty, which he expected to be tlie fastest thin g of its kind on Cran f?!d Lake. He had b een working at it.. there in the shed room at in tervals all SUrntlle r and it was nt pitch in tha t game against Tidew itet, and Phil let the Tiger s h ammer him. "But I p itched ag
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ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 3 of what happened up in the Maine woods only last week!* You came back from there as stiff as an old cart horse. You were stiff and sore all over. Remember what a time we had with the canoes in those rapids, and how wet you got in that cold water-a regular soaking-just when you were as hot as mustard from that tug with the river. You went into that ice water all covered with sweat. What do you expect, old man? Do you expect to be supple and limber, after a thing like that? You're dead lucky-and we all you and all of usiidn't come home sick; we're lucky that we were able to get horne at all. That's what t say ; you weren't-in any condition to pit<:h, and we weren't in any condition to play. And so we g_ot whipped by the poorest nine in the league. But it won't be so next time. We'll wallop 'em, day after to-morrow." He looked at Jack anxiously. ''You're about all right again?" he asked. "Yes1 ; only I'm pretty well tired out." ''Tired out because you've been waiting on your mother and worrying over her?" "Yes, partly." "Stop worrying! !" "That's easy enough to say." "But 1 don't worry." ''Your mother isn't Sick; and you aren't the captain of the nine, and the pitcher that went up into the air at Mil dale." rr worry, nohow." Jack laughed. "I believe y,ou. You're too fat to worry." "I'm fat because I don't worry." .._ "And because you:-eat so much." Lafe laughed in his easy way; and when Lafe laughed the laugh was so bubbling and infectious that whoever heard him fdt like joining in with him. Jack laughed now simply because Lafe did; he couldn't help it. "Lafe, you're all right! I'd like to have your easy temperament." "You can have it," said Lafe, "or one like it. Just stop worrying; then you'll eat all you'll hold, and you'll sleep like a log, and you'll laugh and grow fat." "But didn't those defeats worry you? Think of it! We were at the top of the heap! And then, to have that happen! Tidewater wasn't so ba9-; but to go down before Mildale !" "Well, now that wasn't so .bad, either, when ymu *.See last week's issue, No. 25, "Jack Lightfoot Afloat; or, The Cruise of the Canvas Canoes." look at it right. That new pitE:her they've got is a wonder." "About the best now in the league.'1 "With the exception of yourself, and Kid Casey, of Tidewater, he is the best." "He laid it all over me the other day.'' "But he'll never do it again. You wasn't in condition and oughtn't to have in the box." "I know it, and wouldn't have gone into the box if Phil would have pitched; but after being defeated at Tidewater he got mad and wouldn't do anythi 'ng, simply because some of the boys said some sharp things about that defeat." "So you had to pitch, and you weren't in condition even to pitch horseshoes. Your arms were stiff, and so was your whole body." "That's right," Jack agreed. "The trouble is that such things don't count. The thing that counts is that we were beat and I was largely the cause of it." "But Mildale will tuck its tail between its legs and run like a scared dog, when we get after them day after to-morrow.'' "I hope so." "I know it!" He took out another peanut and cracked it open. "Funny about that new pitcher I" he remarked, as he dropped the kernels into his mouth. "He makes me think of you.'' "That so?'' "Yes. A little while ago no one thought of him much as a pitcher, though he s been doing good work. Their regular pitcher fell down, and they put this fellow in just to try him; and he proved a wonder. Last year, you know, none oj us fellows dreamed that you'd be on the slab for Cranford this year. I knew you were rather hot stuff in a good many ways, but even I didn't expect that. And now look at the case. You're not ooly the pitcher, but the captain, and the best ball player we've got in the town. barring none.'' Jack smiled at Lafe's frie,ridly enthusiasm. "You're kind," he said. It's not that. Simply the truth. You rose like a rocket." "And came down like the stick-at Mildale." "You rose like a rocket simply because you had the stuff, the fire, the in you, to carry you up. Don't you suppose every fellow knows naturally when a leader appears? All our fellows did, when you ap-peared.'' He chewed thoughtfully. tt All except Phil Kirtland, of course, and a few of

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) :ALL .. SPORTS LIBRARY that kind," h e added; ''at1d the Q nly" t hing that trou bled Phil was that he was j e al?u s of you to be captain himself. "What else do you .know about thaf pitcher?" Jack a sked, putting questio n to stop thi& stream of eulogy as much as anyth ing else. much He's just one, of the Mil dale boys. He was 1brtly a substitute, when the season opened. But h11liad the stuff in h i m/and : bega n to the fel lows .what he could 00, j-ust as you did. Thaes the o nly thipg that ability to do. People may talk all they plea s e t hat's it and nothing ;lse. There's a chanc e f'oi' e ve r y fellow that's got the right stuff in him. If he becomes the best pitcher in the nine, o r the best anything in the nine, he'll get that positi o n soone r or later just as. sure as fate. He's bound Jack believed this fully. And not only did Jack and Lafe b eliev e it, but ex t s hows that it is c. In the great leagues it' i1> not fa vor iti s m nor socia l pD?ition, nor anything bu t the ability to play ball successfully, that-puts ers into t lmse positiohs and gives them "the salaries they get. This by the fact that as as they cease to be' able to play winning baseball they lose their posi tions. Ndthing can1keep them in the nines when they l os e what Lafe Lampton called "stuff." It is so everyw h ere. The boys and the men who can deliver the goods" are the hciys and the men who are wanted. Let no one make any mistake about this. If you want to be anything and dq anything you've got to prove your worthiness aild; your ability. And the way to make people b elieve yoq can do it is' to do it; they will never b e l i eve it otherwis e You must show them that y a u've got "the stuff in you." '\;:!, CHA PTE R If. SOME HIST O RY. Lafe Lamp ton went a'Ya,after a while. "A fri en d worth h aving," thou g h t J ack, as he heard Lafe whistlin g a long the stree.t 'and saw him ing with hands thrus t intO his rockets He took up the paint again ; but put it down after givi ng the new boat a few to u ches. ,, The thing that was worrying Jack.and giving him the "blues, was something more than Lafe had guessed Lafe w a w itp perhaps the except ion of Tom :r:;ightfoot, Jack's But tl'tere are some things we, do not tell even to our best friends. As Jack sat looki n g at the boat and thinking, he heard the m ail tra in come in. His face flu s hed and he s prang to his feet. Taking his cap from its nail he 1eft the abed room. As he did so he heard his m other's voice. She, too, had been for that train. "I wish ott' d go up to the post office, Jack; the is in !" He knew what that how she had been and l onging for the arrival of a certain letter. "All right," said. "Is tht:re anything I can do for you befo;-e I go(" "'Only hurry/' she called. "I'll be right' bad<, as soon as the mail is distributed." He passed down the walk, let himself out at the p a l ing gate, and hastened in the direction of the pQst office. Off on the right, the bea utiful lake dimpled and smi l ed in the warm summer sunshine. Boats were on it, some being sailboats. Toward the eastern ena of the lake, over Tiger Point, he oould see the smoke of the little lake steamer. Jack gave but a glance at the familiar lake; and, t hough he passe d several friends* he only nodded to them and hurried on. majl was not distributed when he reached the office, and he wai.ted.until the last letter had been put into the boxes. There was somet h ing in his box, but-it was not t he expected and J ack's heart sank, when he saw that all the letter s were, Qt. He took the package and letter that were in the bOO\ and hurried h omeward. "Did it come, Jack{" his mother called to him as soon as she heard him jn the l9wer rootn. "No !" he said, .:;lowly, disliking to bear the unwelcome inf o r mation. Tpen he went up t o her room. He had expec t e d to find her distressed, possibly qy ing; and was therefore, to see the face she display e d. "Jack," she said, as she took the and package he gave her, "we'll have to draw some of money out of the savings bank.. That was a thiog doing, and he knew it. She had some money the Cranford Sa"ings Bank, and a little more investecl as stock in a, enterprjse at Cardiff. The interest from m o n ey;

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All-SPORTS LIBRARY. 5 and the ear.nings from the Cardiff investment furnished her the means of living. A dull business year had made it impossible for the Cardiff stock to earn anything. The principal part of her living had come from this Cardiff stook. This year it had not yielded a dollar, though the chances were that it would yield something soon. But that did not help in the present pinch of need. There was one -9ther source of income, which had been reaching her during the past four months. This was a monthly letter, which had arrived with great regularity. Its contents had been enough to offset the loss from the Cardiff stock, so that she hid been enabled to five as heretofore. But the letter which she had been looking for-if it had come it would have been the fifth-was now more tq.an two weeks overdue. During ten days of those two weeks she had been ill in bed, in care of a doctor, and, as a consequence, her expenses had been heavy. She was in debt tothe doctor,. t0 the druggist, and to some of the storekeepers. Most unfortunately she had fallen while Jack was away in the Maine woods. It gave him a pang to know this. But he had, since his return, spent both his days and his nights almost wholly at her bedside, only leaving one afternoon to play in the game with Mildale on the Cranford grounds. Jack had done some thinking on his way home from the post office ; but he was not ready to speak of it, and sat down by the bed. "You heard what I said, ] ack? I'll have to draw some of the money out. of the savings bank." "Do you think those have been coming from Uncle Steven?" he asked, looking at her. "Why, I've thought so, Jack." "And I've thought so." The Uncle Steven mentioned was Mrs. Lightfoot's uncle, who resided in New York. He was in business there, and was said to be prosperous, but he wrote seldom and never came to the place at all. Mrs. Light foot had not seen his face in years. This Uncle Steven had advised her to invest in the Cardiff stock. He had made investments in it himself. Hence, it was certain that he. knew it was not now paying anything, and equally certain, as he had acted as her agent for the purchase of her stock, that he knew just how much she usually from it. As the letters containing those inclosures came from New York, these other things had made her think the money was being sent by her uncle. Y et-'and this was the singular thing about it-tio written communications came with the money, and there was nothing to show from whom it came, as it came always in an ordinary letter, unregistered. "Of course this last letter may have been stolen on the way," said Jack, "as they were never registered. But isn't likely, for the others came all right. It simply hasn't been sent this time. You wouldn't want to write to Uncle Steven about it?" "Oh, iv:r-nq!" she said. "I may be mistaken, you know, in thinking he sent them ; and then he would think that I was begging for help." Mrs. Lightfoot had a not unnatural pride, which made her loath to ask help of anyone. Uncle Steven was much older than she, and he had been opposed to her marriage with the man of her choice, Jack's father. In addition, what she had known of him told her that in matters of business he was cold and hard. It had been something of a surprise to her, when the remittances began to come; but she accepted them with tears of thankfulness, thinking they indicated a warming of the heart of Uncle Steven. And she had begun to have a better opinion of him than she had ever had before. She knew that he was peculiar, and in that way she accounted for the fact that he sent no letters with the inclosures. Another thing which had made her think he had sent the money was that she had written him after the receipt of each letter, acknowledging its receipt and thanking him for it. That he had not noticed these letters from her was only another proof to her that he was "peculiar." "JaCk," she said now, "if Uncle Steven hadn't been sending those remittances wouldn't he have written and told me of my mistake, when I wrote and thanked him?'' "I don't know," he answered; "for, you see, I have never seen him or known him." "That's so," she said, and sighed. He looked at her earnestly. don't--don't suppose that-that father.....:.___: She became so white that he stopped. He caught up the glass of water from the stand and sprang to her. She pushed it away. "!-I'm all right, Jack; just a little faint, that's aU. What you suggested about your father rather startled me-upset me."

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6 4LL-SPORTS LIBRARY. not speak of it again," promi!?ed, She began to rea,d some of them. and he there down the glass and looking at her anxiously. her anxiety. "But f 1 want you to, Jack, .she urged, "When he could 0(;1' nothing much there, Jack/' she trembling, "I knoW' what you were ,going to. sa:y-gowent on, "you 'know .. Jti fell in with man -that StWgest..!-that it been your father who sailor, who had the of the ,S2uth Island t and sent fhat afterward they sailed away together,' bound for "Of <:ourse it couldn't have been," be hopewith a small of desperate a:dv .enturers -he must be dead.;,;: calls them you .know!" He ias anxious, an:.d. sorry he had said anythi;ug; She looked at the lettet: :which spoke thus o f the how pale she crew o the little schooner ii;.. which John Li g h tfoot, She tried smile. father, had sailed qut it1to the unkno w n coulctn';t as I am, Jack, df'?-she "It waS a desperate adventure," the caught her I really: had given up for, brimming her eyes, "and frpm the 4ay he saiied dead. The chances are ail against being alive I Wf! .have never heard a word fl"orti him !'j know; but l make myself think he must still be living. She put the letter back, sobbing. It's been six years now-six years ne:x.t month,' The te:itrs werein Ja:ck' s eyes, too. we heard from him, and more than .. : seven sinee '!! aboqt he ur g ed, he away." iously. "Yes,'' s aid Jack, softly, still sorry that he had introShe tied. the 1e. tters together with stiaking iingef$, dyced .the then the packet fn her sat pro pped He took her thin, white hand in his own hard, b y the pillows. brown one, and held it close, and smiled when 'tit is y ears next month 'since y6ut father sailed felt that pressure of his fingers.' 01.\t into the :P11cifi.c in that little crazy with "He went to the Klondike, you know, Jack. That t}lose: r eckless men, I .have refused that he was in: t897. when so many men were going, you. know; is dea B-r.ef?_ s'ed to betieve 'hut 'ih<.Lt _come the year of the great gold excitement. The Klondike back to us o days, and. perhaps come with fever him, did so many others, the money:fie .hoped to get by that \1..ita vo yage. There I couldn't Induce hiqt nat to go. wa:s' a pearl island wmewhe'Fe iri the S o uth Pacific, went first to' you know, and then on to that sailor told him; he beHeved t ha t if could the Klondike. 1Jhere he bat:ely made a living. I've be reached every tiiat crew would got the letters lie wrote that first year. I wish you' d come back rich as millionaires. : It w # a crazy ad _get' them ,'-9r me, Jack; they're right there in : (he. ven t ure. If I seen yout' I might, drawer." have persuaded hfm not to go, I but I knew Jack got PP' took the little packet of letters nothing about it until this letter an:d then he had the an. d placed it in her hanqs. I t w:.1s gone, ap.d we've heard nothing since. Six long a small packet, tied with ribbon that was now faded. Jack!'i The. t .ears came into her eyes as she took the"ietters. She tnotioned to him, and hi? put the little pacil.
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ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. ifYes it was 'Oncle1Steven; and I have been ,. J [ I '., 1 \ 1 ing every dayr to receive another or, rather, another inclosure. It hasn't come, Jack. And now we must face t\le truth. We shall have to draw money from the savings bank, and I did hope we shouidt}'t have to do that." -Jack's face brightened. He_ was ready to mention his plan. Many times in that past years Jack had had. plans, all of which his q10ther had stoutly vetoed. His first plan; formed more than five years ago now, when he first:_: learned that his needed money, was for him to offer himself to N9rwell Strawn, the rich storekeeper, as errand boy in state. His mother had vetoed that. She wanted him to go to school and have the. advantages of other boys. At various times Jack had broached other plans similar to that, and she had refused to listen to any of them. Then he had urged her to let him find work of so111e kind during his vacations. But there was nothing he cot;tld get to do that was promising, for summer was the dull season in Cranford Some of the mills shut down during the summer months. He had been offered a place on a fishing vessel that sailed out of Tidewater i but his mother would not hear of that for an instant. "No, Jack," she had always said, "I want you to grow up like other boys, and not have to drudge y9ur young out and prematurely broken down and old. will be a man by and by and then I shall expect you to do something and become some thing. But before that time comes I expect to you in the very best schools there are, and I you to have your vacations, like other And because of this Jack was what we have found him-one of the brightest students in Cranford., one of the strongest and sturdiest of tt1e Cranford youths, and a keen athlete; yet kind-hearted, true; ambitiQus, sensitive, with a just sort of pride in himself, and a determination to make a career for himself that would be big and broad enough to satisfy even his mother s ':But now he felt that something must be done; and he was re<;1dy to silggest something, and made the sugges tion with pride. You k _now that boat1 m<;>ther !" >lA .f.r ,. 1 <,. "It's a beauty, Jack. L was looking .at it just before I was take.n the day after you and Tom started with the other boys for the Maine woods." "Well, Lafe gave me an idea a while ago. Delancy Shelton has fancy to that boat, and I'm going tosell it to him, if he 'll buy it." ,, "Jacl<:, I don't -want you to do .thad'' she. protested. "But why not? times, aJ19 if I can.
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8 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. \ .. CHAPTER III. "Lafe was telling me that you liked my boat and thought you might like tb buy it .i' JAci' s HU'!fl ,LT4TION'. Delancy leaned back in his cushioned chair and, ;srtt-' 1 It-;,w(\s not bE:c;ause D ,elancy Shelton was rich. that veyed Jack with an irritating smile. Jack disliked him. Tom Lightfoot was comparatively ''H(l.rd up, (!h? been thinking you were, and Torn. wa.s 11 ffne fellow, whom everyone long time 'f ?dmirep. .. Reel's tanned ace colored with pleasure "lt's riot whether a, fellow is rich or but it's Jack wantedj:o jump out of his chair and th6 i$1" w:9s Ja<;k's )Vay of putting it. room; but he concluded that was not the wa'y to do 6.y that standard ; Delancy Shelton was a business, and so held his temper in1 check. y.qy p<>Qr specimeg Delancy fancied that his "Do you want to buy the boaer' he asked. money, which he flung round as it were trash) made "It's a rawther poor thing, don't know!" said Dehlm gifferent from oth'et f .ello'Ws ; it him a terrihle laney, with cutting indifference of the swelled But Delancy was "That wasn't the report Lafe gave me." and not only that bitt vicious. ''But-aw____..; said Delancy, sucking again at his .On several he had shown that he did cigarette, "Lafe 1see that I was-aw-jolljring Lightfoot-, aM that he looked down on hiin, y' know-positively giving him the jolly! a Jack he cons-idered .him "poverty-stricken. b ea-stly, clumsy thing, and you ought to know it. E 1 h t t ck 1 very :o1,le.not : very wea t y poyer y-s n en, "I know it," said Jack, warm y. ht Delancy's fmaginatiort:. Reel laughed, When. the evening .roaiHrought no letter Jack took "Lightfoot, you seem to think you can do a:tl.y old k.Js way( tp the Delapcy wa s :tie thing ; play ball, run a nine, build boats, and every had, iri the meantime, made some and found thing else. We've heard, too, that last week you were there ;)yi}S no ,boats, so he' was resolved in romantic rescue work up in the wilds of t o s _en. qis qoat to l)elancy fqr whatever could get. Maine. This :the, <:;TanfQrd Hou s e, and the best "I don't think I was talking to. you 1'1 said J'ad<:, in the town. Deiancy had. twb o. the best rooms there, curtly. and was lavish in his "N 0? Oh, I thought you were. I beg your A portion .o.f. the time Reel Snodgrass -occupie d one smiled wickedly : and struck a match to light his Qf rqbms .with Delancy for: Reel had bec ome a cigarette. parasite preying on. this foolish, rich, youpg fellow. "I wasn'-t asking your opinion or your advice I Reel pretended a and fondness for Decame here to talk with Mr. Shelton. I under stood he laney but ,what he liked most ,was Dehi.ncy' s money. said he'd like to buy my boat." .. AJmo,!lt that himself. "You'd have to have that boat pulled along by a jack felt.rather -when he found Reel tug, if you expe c t it to make any speed,'' was the shot Pl Delaney's r .ooms when that Reel fired at him. 11\.w';" drawled :Oelancy taking hi s cigarette froin Jack rose to his feet. His anger was getting up 'between his lips when Jack came in, fast. He had a hot temper; which was hard at foot I" times to c o ntrql. It was ils if' he hacf said': 1'Here comes a yellow "Aw--sit down, Lightfoot!" said D elancy, supercil-. .. .... iot.:s ly. "Be a gentleman, cawn t your flushed; and Reel grinned mali ciously, for tbd Jack sat down. He was very anxious 'to n1ake that t i itfl. sale. J k k b h r try to be a ge ntleman always. But I aC too a cbatr '/_ t f Wtn<\OW, without invitation. night was w,arm ap.<;l, the window was open. Be here .to be ihsulted." glanced about the'lux uriousl y furnish e d rooms, and at "A.wfellows of your stripe are always fawncying its o ccupants, who were arrayed in .cool, white duck. that they're don't y'' know, when wore an ordinary dark suit, a cap, and now they're---" the cap in hi; hands. you want to 01:\y the 'boat?"': said Jack. JaCk did tiot 'intend to waste words ; he wanted .to jet out of there; so he sai'd, promptly ; "Are always that they're' gentlemen, y' when they're absolu tely beggars! Of

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\ ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 9 in need of ?; .x._p,u wouldn't want to sell j t. "Is it anything to you whethe r I need money or not, if the boat suits y o u?". "Aw-perhaps not!" He flicked away the o f his cigarette, which had fallen on his white coat. "A w7perhaps n Q t. But you've been so superior, y' know,. in yoUt; manner toward us, you'll remember; and now your coming to us shows that you're on your u p p e r s .y' kno w. Haven' t t trea ted y o u about right--as well as you dese rve, and a s w ell as y o u d let me? Didn't I risk my life n o t long a g o to catch the thief that knocked you down at Loon L ake and made off with two thousand dollars of your money; and didn't I restore tlie money to you, with not a d ollar of i t gone?" "And ruined my atito, do n' t y know! And that auto cost five thousand, don't y' know." "1 saw you riding io it to-day." "I've had it fixed since you handled it that way, and a p retty pe n n y it cost me, don t y know. Jilek was silent. He wanted to tell Delancy that he had no more g ratitude th a n a wolf and no more sensitiven ess than the hide of a r inoceros, but he strai n e d himself. I L et that pass, then he said, finally, struggling to keep his temper "What will you give me for the boat?" He tri ed even to s mile, though his nerves w e r e jumping. "Aw-l dor1't know that I want it-it's a tub, y' know." Well, what will y o u give me for the tub?'' "Aw-if you're very hard up I might let you have twenty dollars." "Twenty dollars! Not much. The lumber in that boat-cost more than that." "Andl presume you owe for it?'' "That's not the question." '.'Why don't you go to Toin, if you want money?" sne red Reel. not t alking to you!" said Jack. "But I'm talking t o you. Why don't you go to Tom?" "Because Tom does n't need the boat. Delancy told Lafe that he'd like t o buy it. But I won't repeat that. Jf you want the boat, Delancy, say He w.as s till v ery anxious t o s e'il. He saw the whi t e Jace of his m other b efore him, and h e r e call e d h e r talk of the afternoon. He could stand insults when he had to. "What will for the--aw-tub ?'' "One hundred and fifty dollars." "And-aw-how much less?'' "Not a cent less-that boat is worth every cent of two hqndred dollars." "If it's worth that why don't yoo go out on the street and sell it for that ?'' sneered Reel. "A thing is worth what it will fetch in the market, and no more; and you know you couldn't get a hundred for it if you put it on the market. "Do you want it for one hundred and fifty, De lancy?' "I don"t think I do," said Delancy, removing his cigarette and regarding Jack coldly with his pale blue eyes He saw how anxious Jack was to sell, and it pleased him to humiliate him as much as hecould. "What will y ou give fot it, then?" Jack asked. He had come there with the intention of selling the boat for whatever he could get. "!\ offered y ou twenty ; but I'll raise it to fifty.n' Jack hesitated while a sneering smile spread over Reel's tann e d face. Reel took O?t a few d o llars, which Delancy had loaned h i m that day He never repaid Delancy's loans. "I might lend you ten dollars, Lightfoot, if you're very hard up!" he said, insolei1tly. Jack's blue-gray eyes flashed w it h a hidden fir e: "No, thank yo u ; I'm not seeking a l o a n." "Or I might give it to you, as a-sort of charity, you know!" Reel's sneer was so insulting that Jack wanted to jump at him and knock him out of the chair "You'll have to make it more tqan fifty, if you want he boat, he said, speaking onj y to Delancy. "Name y o ur lowest figure," said Delancy ; toyii).g with him now, with the same sort of pleasu r e that a cat takes in torturing a mouse by playing with it. jack's heart sank. But again in imagination he saw the white face o f his mother and recalled her attempt at cheerfulness, when he kne w that her heart wa s breakin g. Then h e made an offe r which he would never have believed he could make. "I'll take a hundred dollars for it." "I don't want it," said Delancy, lazily; "qot at that figure." "You w on't g i v e a hundre d dolla r s fo r i t -for a bo a t t hat's worth two hundred, if it's worth a cent?'' "I-aw-don't t hi n k I want .it, Lig h tfoo t. "We ll then, said Jack, <;lesperatel y ;"what will y o u give for it?"'

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io ALL--SPORTS Defancy seemed to think a tnoment He was crazy to 6wn that beautifu(boat, And it was not because he clungit'cfmoney tpat e 'aused him now halt. He simply tp humiliate J Lightfoot. T 9 humili Jack J:Iave without the bciat-!would n:;1vq,dop.e anythmg. .. : 'f that's splitting the t'Ween ],our and mine," he said at last. ,, ; face flushed and became !Pale For a moment his eyes blurred. un these fellows' oniy too well. He haa made rlsl{g and sacrifices for both of them. ,And this WM _pqw tRey' repaid him. He had a sense of suffocation, even though he was t _by that open wmdow. ,1 '-'Ali tight/' he 9p;id,. the wotds c6ming "pay -!'rl e the money and the Boat is yom;s." Reel laughed, harshly. .:'"You are--
place? r you were no better a be-ggar, for a11 of your pride; and don't y' lbiow', I know it/' He pulled out a thick r9ll 9" bills. From the 'top he took:&> ty-dollar bilf; and then p.roduced two lens and; a fiEl.' These threw at Ja(!k:lis if giving : 4 to: an outcast. L his cheeks seemed blazing, so that even the cool off the lake'c lni!d' not the fire out of them. Bvt 'he drove feeling fb't restrain himself longer; and ing him about the sale t)f the bo!it, when his moth:ef that if h.e stayed he shoutd hurl himself on h'is irtsultersf called to.him from her bedroom window. ii{a wjld When went up she held the tlfty-dol1aP bill So he t0ok the morley and started for the door. r in her ,hand. 1The boat's youts,': J he said, hoarsely. uCom' e 9own '' can't stan? it .to be in debt, Ja:ck, said, "when and get it whenever you want it." I ha;ve the n:oney m the house to pay with. Take this He hurried to tlle stairway down to the street, the grocer and the druggist.'' witnhis face on fir'e',_ his he1s tb gd 'back, now that was ovet, and who had just appeared. Just anger ,9ther boys along the walk, followed, larlcy, He knew -he equal to 1t, ahd thet deSire in > the n1t'ddle f th .a .... .,JI.!i. b J M II' 1 K.i h., h' o e SueeL, y erry u tgan s 1orse uurne ,.reng wtt tn and cart. he conquered 1t and liom .eward, Delancy Shelton with the newcomers md. witl( throughoutthe swift\Valk; fo'r lie clii:r not' tartj' on the Delancy was Reel / 1 r f

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l I ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. II Delancy had come qown to get his boat. "I I'll to Jack .. "The lake looks fine tli,is morning,' apd I thought, y' know, i'd. like to see---aw--how much I was cheated, y' kno:w/' "You'll find you weren't cheated," said Jack, leading the way into the yaii:t. ''A' pretty good-look i ng boat, y* know!" said De lancy, as he inspected it, willing now to praise it, since it was his. Lafe lounged through the wide door of the shed r6oril, looking e xtremely disgusted. it'd had been m y boat you'd not got it for that n1one y t he declared. Jiminy crickets, it was rob t o offe r such a sum,. and Jack was a fool for _fiking it !" J erry M u ll1gan. had backed cart up to the gate and was waiting J!e came in now, leaving his horse and cart in the street. "The i ligant thing that ut !" he asserted, as he loo k e d it over. "Jack, bedad, ye'd ought to have kep' ut; Ut's the jewel av a boat, so ut is. Ut will show uts heels to annything av uts koind on the lake, I'm 'Tis a pity ye couldn't have kep' ut and need ut, begorra." you think I can't race well as he can?'' Del ancy, with some indignation. ''The loikes av me won't be quarrelin' wid ye," said the pol i t ic Irish lad, who, was anxious to get all of the work Delane! might have to do;"but av yeez' d sane Jack :flyiri'-'befure the wind in boats not the half so gqqd as this ye'd be dyin' to see him sind this wan so ye Maybe yees'lllet him ut fer ye Av yeez do, it's Jerry Mulligan will qe bettin' his money on ut." "You' r e ready, Jerry, I ?" said Jack, who wished, more than of these friends could, that he tl)ight have to keep the beautiful boat. "The car-rt i's .itt the street, Jack, me b'y! These felly's will heiR to fit ut out." A number of the "boys gathered round the boat, preparatory to carrying it from the shed room tlll the cart. :rhey Were having difficulty in lifting it; and Jack, throwing off his coat in his usual impulsive manner, laid hold with them. T hough Jack had put ip double doors sometime be fore, the openiug was still almqst too small for the passage of the boat, and some time and much careful work were required to get it through without scraping ()ff anY. of the new P,aint. Jack helped Jerry and the boys carry the boat to the cart and in stowing it there While he stood watching Jerry drive away, he suddenly remembered that he wa,s coatless-that his coat was lying in the shed where .he had removed ang that the fifty-doUar bill was in an inner pocket.. He turned sharply round and hastened back, meet ing the way Reel _Snodgrass and Delancy Shelton, and several other boys ; one of them being Nick Flint, the 'boy with the Apache face and the Apache heart, and two others being young fellows from the Mildale nine who were in Cranford that day to see about some of the preliminaries of the ball game to be played on the morrow. Jack hastened into the shed room, and saw his coat lying just where he had placed it, on the end of the workbench. Tom Lightfoot was.still in the shed room, and so was Lafe Lampton. Jack beheld the coat lying there, with a feeling of relief. He went over to it and picked it up,.running his hand into that inner pocket before putting it on. His fingers touched the manila envelope. "It's all right," was his thought. "But that was a fool trick, for me to let it lie there that. way and forget it!" Though confident now that everything was all right, he could not resist the desire to reassure himself, by thrusting his fingers i!lto the envelope. He gasped with surprise, as he did so. The envelope was empty Jack's face paled, as he took the envelope out to make sure of this. He opened it, hoping he was mistaken. But-the envelope was empty! "Did-did you see anyone go near this coat?" he asked excitedly of Tom and Lafe, who were talking together near the door. and had not been noticing him. "Lost something?" said Tom. "Yes-! have. I've lost some money." Lafe's sky-blue eyes opened "Lost money? Somebody took it out of your coat? Jiminy crickets, who could have done it?" He stepped quickly t o the door and looked out, then ran to the gate and glanced at the boys who were streaming up the street, following Jerry's cart and' the boat. When he came he found Jack allflost dazedly hunting the pockets of the coat, though sure the money was not in them. "How much was it?'' he asked.

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12 ALL-SPORTS uAnyone pt;t )ack inquired, in low tone. don't telling you fellows; but jt was fifty dollar-s of the money I got for that boat. Last night I gave it..' to mother-.the if. Just before Delancy came. -for the boat a ) while ago she gave me the fifty-it wa& a single bill-and asked me to pay .t}le and grocer. I threw my coat down here *qughtl.essly, when 1 lj.elped the ,b .oys get the .bQat out. lt was in this envelope. Now itls empty.'' .Lafe stared the as ifhe fancied that could help him. Then he added slcjwly as if he wanted to be sure: {'I Reel Snodgrass standing near the end of the bench, with P.it hand resting on that coat. He wasn't dc;>ing aQything to i!1' :;o far as I sa,w, I wasn't pay. ing particular attention, but I didn't see him do thing tp -the <;oat. Would he--but, of cou,rse, he would, if he got a chance!/ A fellow who would do some .. of the th,.ings he's would dQ anything." 'Yes, now that I think of I saw Reel there, too," added Tom. "But that Cloesn't prove said Jack. "No, it doesn't ; that alone wouldn't prove anything. I saw Nick Flint' ove:r at this end of the room, close by the end of the workbench. 'fhat qoesn't prove anything, either, for may not even have seen the : coat." "But Nick f!int'would steal," said Lafe; "and' Reel SmJdgrass has got 'two of the slickest hancls that ever hung from any I know that, apd so you; and I know that tf he thought that money was in }here he could get it without ycm knowing it or seeing him do it, even if you were looking at him all the time." This was ho exaggeration, for Reel Snodgrass was not Only naturally nimble-fingered, but had been espe. cially trained in sl'eight-of-himg work by the Hindoo magician, Boralmo, with whom he had first appeared in Cranford. Still, this proved nothing. '(Those fellows from Mildale were near this of t!w workl;Jench, too,'j said Tom. ,, '(Oh, several fellows were over there!" objected I,.afe. "I was over there once, myself." Jack felt stunned, dazed, and criminally culpable. 1'Thc fault is mine," he admitted. "I was a fool to lay the coat down, with that big crowd in the room." "I don't see how you're ever going to that back," said Tom. some it done, and will tcll about it, the chance s look pret;ty slim.1 "Thetre's no chance at all f' Jack was forced to CJd..: tmt. j3ilt he was ready to retract this as soon as he toqk th oug-ht. "But, .see here/' he added, "t.,J;lat was a bill! Fifty-dollar bills don't come into my hands so often that that one a So I looked it over. It was a bank pill, issued by the Manhatt
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ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. Ij to notify everyone of the -loss of the fifty_dollar bill and to warn all against accepting it. When Jack finished he was near the Cranford House, 'the hotel where Reel and Delancy were stop ping. The thought he had given to the matter since setting otit from home w as leadjog him str.ongly to the belief that Reel Snodgrass was the thief. A further examinati o n of the manila envelo had shown him that it was not the one he had tak rom his m o ther' s desk and put the money in. It resembled \, it, yet w a s not the same. This proved that there had been a case of substitu tion the empty envelope had been subst ituted for the one c ontaining the money. Another and even stronger bit of evidence, as it seemed to. him, was that the envelope he had found empty in h is pocket was identical in appearance with one h e ha d received once from Reel, and he had seen envelopes something like it on Delancy's writing table So, when he found himself near the Cranford House, it occurrred to him that it would be a shrewd move, if he w erit up there and announced to Reel and Delancy, as coolly as he could, how he had made the dis covery of his loss and exhibit the empty envelope he had found. lt seemed that Reel must show some signs of confu sian if he were guilty. Therefore, Jack mounted the stairs of the hotel to w ard Delancy's ap1lrtments without first sending up his name or a card. When he reached Delancy's rooms he found one .of the do,ors open; and Reel sitt ing there alone. Jack at the moment would have preferred to see Delancy there also, thinking if Delancy knew nothing of the r obbery, and Reel were guilty, the display of the envelope befdre Delancy would increase Reel's confusion. 1' Delancy coming in soon?'' Jack asked, stopping in the doorway Reel's sunburnt face colored. "Haven't him," he said, gruffly. But Jack went on into the room, just the same, for he,had seen Reel under a large blotter on the desk at which he was sitting. As it disappeared fr?m sight Jack thought he saw the color of a manila envelope. There was a chair near the end of the desk, and he dropped down into it without invitation. \ must say you're thundering cool, Lightfoot I" Reel exclaimed, angr ily. "I've told you Delancy isn't heref' for him." "But h e isn't c o ming back soon." 'Til wait for him till he does come back." Jack outwardly cool, though his heart was thumping unp lea s antly and his mind was moving rapidly. "A warrtr m o r niu g," he 5aid "I suppose Delancy is out trying his new boat?" don t know where .he_ is, and I don't care." "You came down to my home, and I've just re turned the call," said Jack, cool as ice. "You can't abject to my sitting here a minute. "Not if you want to." Jack tipped the chair back nonchalantly Reel1 seeing t hat he m eant to remain1 took out a cigarette and struck a match to light it. "Have one?'' he saiq. "Oh, I forgot; you 're one of the good little boys who don't smoke!" "The reason I don't smoke cigarettes is not becaus e I'm a good little boy, as you put it, but because I don't think they're good for me. It's just the same reason that keeps me from drinkjng coffee whc:;n I'm training for some event." looked closely at Reel and at the same time let his hand rest on the blotter that covered whatever Reel had pushed hastily under it. Reel either did not notice th i s or thought it amounted to nothing. He scrat<;:hed another match, for his first had gone out. "It's too bad, Lightfoot, that you and I could n'l have got along You had every chance to make a friend of me when I came here, but you didn' t care to do it." a few things, aren't you?" Jack asked, lifting his brows. "I don't think.! am." "Wei\, I think you are! Let me name you a tew things, just to stir your memory. When you came here with that Hindoo magician--': "Wasn't that all right?'' "I'm not saying anything on that paint. Butwhen you came here you got on our nine, because I wanted to please Mr. Snodgrass, your uncle; and the first thing you did, in the very first game we played with you as a member, you gave awayour signals to the captain of the Highland nine. That showed that you couldn't be trusted." Reel flushed. "Go slow, Lightfoot You -know I've insisted from

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[ 14 ALL.:SPORTS LIBRARY. the first that that is a slander-that l never did any thing of the kind. I still say it's a slender-:-a base slander; I never sold those signals, nor gave them away. I'And that just proves what I said, he went on. "I eatne here a stranger. Instead of -treating me right you began by. accusing me 'Of treachery and d i rt. You tried to disgrace me ; right a e t_hat time. A nd your conduct toward me has been of that same kind e ver since." .He out th. e little silver, coin-shaped disk, at tached to a handle, which he had used pefore. I showed you this, and told you how it came into my possession___;how Boralmo gave it to me, and thitt it had come t() hint through a long line of lfindoo jugglers, yQu--:...--'1 Jack smiled in ? queer way; for as he Reel had set the metal. disk to spinning oti its handle. "You might as well pot that thing up, Reel. You fooled me with that. once-got me to looking at it un-: til 1 fell into some kind of "Et, sleep or trance; but the thing won't work with me any more.'' "I didn't intend that," said Reel, "but' meant merely to recall some things to yo u.:.' "Reel, the reason we couldn't get along was that you were full of trickery. You began by trickery, there in that game with Highland, and you're still at.'it. See. I here!" He drew out the thing .from beneath the blotter; and1 seeing that lt was a mapila envelope, he opened it with a single movement, and extracted a fifty-dollar bill I "You'll hand that !" said Reel. "I put it there!" "Oh, you did ? I hardly thought you'd it." Reel's sunburnt face had paled slightly, but he seemed otherwise not much disturbed. "Why shouldn't I confess it? my money. Jack looked quickly at the bill It was a bill of the Manhattan Bank, of New York, and it s was Jorty-six thousand one hundred and forty-three. The bill thatlhatl been stolen from him was on the same bank, was a new fifty-dollar bill; arid he recollected clearly that the number was forty-six thousand and; something. So he was reasonably sure this was the same bill, and that Reel had taken it from his pocket in the shed room. "You fork over that money!" Reel commanded. Jack held it ttp, with the face of the bill toward Reel. "Look at that, and say if it's your money; say if it isn't my moneyl, Reel's quickness of movement been mention If he had not been as quick as Jhought in m any w ys lie never could have become the s1eight-of-han<\ per. former that he was. His hand moved so quickly now that the eye could' h
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r \ ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. w;?i'kbe'nch whet:e the coat lay. Somebody :took that m6ney.". lwhy don't you go ahtcJ.d? Why don't you say that l was standing and I took it?" I ''Well, 1 think you did!" Jack half rose to his feet, forl].e e xpected that Reel would jump at him. The only thing that Reel did, however to lean in his chair and grin mal iciously. "I anybQdy but you had said that I might get mad. But I've such a contempt f.or you, Lightfoot, that it doesn? t take effect at all. I told you that no noisy mosquito like you could hurt me. And yqu can't. But I'll say this to you." He held up his clinched fist and brought it down on his knee with emphasis. "If you want to get yourself into red-hot trouble, just go round telling people that I stole your money and you'll get into it" .. Jack felt that he was defeated, at least He had no positive proof against Reel. Even the pos session of that fifty dollars was not proof. And Reel had cleverly tucked the bill away where Jack could not get at He did not evell know where it was. Under some other circumstances Jack might have thrott led Reel, and so have forced him to surrender the money right there. He would have done it now if he had been sure of his grounds; but he was sure of nothing. He said some further stinging words to Reel, and then started to go. "Ta, ta, Lightfoot!" Reel called after him as he took his departure. "Come up and see me sometime when you want to have another pleasant little talk. The latchstring will be always out for you." When Jack reached home and relieved Nellie Con ner, Mrs. asked: "Did you pay those bills, Jack ?" Jack had to, turn his face away to hide his confu sion, as he answered : '.'N:ot "Well, don't forget them, '] ack," she urged. anxious to have them paid at once." What cout'd he say? It had al ways been his 'custom to tell his mother everything, H she o'frid' beep, well have told her now. buf':fie feit .. tllfif 'ui' net' weak c6ndition he cbuld not tell her. "But -if I can'tget back the monel" he thought, 11!' sll'all hiwe tell her, for she'll keep on asking me." CHAPTER VI. STRUGGLE No one loved a lively game of baseball be tter than Nellie Conner. .. Nevertheless, she volunteered to remain with Mrs. Lightfoot while Jack went to Mildale to occupy the slab there for Cranford Nellie was as kind of heart as she beautiful of face. "I don't know how I can ever pay you for this," was what Jack said to her. And her answer was : uwin the game; that's all." Jack lingered until the last moment, not wishibg; to be away from his mother longer thjrtihe had to. the other membeis of the nine had gone on. riding over in a big wagop, with a number of the Cran ford girls, among th'em Kate Strawn, who had with her the handsomeshephertl dog; Rex. As Jack came out of the house to start for the t-rain he saw Delancy' and Reel Snodgrass come up froin the boat landing in Deiancy's automobile. The_fa:ct that they hadbeen out sailing in the beautiful boat that morning caused Jack's heart .to burn. "It wouldn't be so bad," was his "if' I had the money for the boat." The money was still missing. Lafe, to whom h e had told the story of what had happened in Reel's room at the hotel, had advised Reel's instant arrest; but Tom thought it well not to move too hastily. What -proo: Jack had against Reel could hardly be Galled proof. It would not have had much weight in a of justice. Tom argued that Delancy had other fiftydollar bills, and would claim that the one Jack had seen in Reel's possession was one he had given him. And Jack could not have sworn that it was not As Jack started across the street above his home, on his way to the statiqn, Delancy as it; seemed. tried run him down with the auto. Jack had to leap to get out of the way, and, almosf struck .l>y the big machine; he De::; laney ;nd Reel laugh sarca stically as they s ,pe? on. This .did not m11ke Jack feel any too good as he took the train for Mildale. Delancy and-Reel. h
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16 ALL-SPORT S LIBRA RY. the money until this time, and had been compelled to shave t ru t h p r e tty closely to do so at all. The loss of the m one y was the thing that distress e d him. It was iil his mind so much that he hardly able to thjnk -of the c oming game. Amf he. Irnew h e w a s not irt good conditi on for slab work, as he was still' stiff and sore from his recent experiences in the icy rivers of the Maine woods. In ad" edition, he had taken a. slight .cold there, and it tro u ble9 him tio w, causing at fimes a hacking cough and a s h ortness b breath. Jack had about that deep slough of despondency {tom which he had at tunes great difficulty in h i m self At such times he was almost willing to lie down and quit," and to ask himself: "W h at's the use?" I suppose every boy feels that )Vay at times. Things wilf go w r ong in spite of opr best efforts plans we make miscarry. The games we hope to win are won b y the o ther fellows. The things we hope to do we do not seem a l w a ys able to do. And so we be dis c ouraged -No doybt tl.:!is is a good thing for us at times. If came our way we s h ou l d have al together t b o high an opinion of o u rselves. The most sensible young fellow in the world would prbbably, by atld by, get a very bad case of. the swelled head if for;. tune always favored him and he won out in everything. Sotn"e boys give up when discouraged; and wheti they do, arid tlo not start over, that is the end of "them. That s proof that they haven' t the stuff in them that stro n g men are made out of. Jirck had a hard fight on his hands as the train bore h"itn toward 'the" battle at Mil da le. He wished he were not go i ng; wished he had said he could nc:>t' play that day: ,_, But he fough t the t hing t o a finish .befor e the ch\lrch spires and mill stacks of Mil dale came-in sight. "This is i;, he said1 to himself. "If the money is gone, it's gqne I shall have to tell mother about it and then see if 1 cah't fi'nd a way to eatn another fifty dollars. And because I feel bad about it ts n o reason why "I s h o uld go into a "blue funk and help .to lose the game to-day I'm" the captain of the nine. If tl.:!e cap tain shows the white flag how can the other members of the nine be expected to have fighting courage? I'm stiff and sore, and I've got s omething of a. cold ; but n6he of those thi ngs are _killing matters. I'll simply ignore them and go in to win, just as if everythi ng was all right. And nothing I do or say shall let any fellow know I'm not in t iptQp shap e and good s p irits." When J ac k made tha t resolv e he had more half won his hard battle. When he ali ghted from the and found< and Tom and some o thers from Cran ford awa itinal him, among them K ate Straw n, he met them w ith. a smile. "It's a fine day!''. h e said. And reall y th e sky s eemed to have brightened. "A great day the game," said Lafe; "and YOl'l bet there's g oing t o b e a c r owd. Th ey' re already g atheri n g. Hear that?" The music of a band came fl oating up the street. "The M ildale' s a r e wild," Lafe w ent on. "They downed us bef ore, y o u know, and they're sure they can do it again. He a r 'em yelli n g I" Jack hea r d thema wild c horus of t riumphant c h eers, that came ringin g from the crowd that fol l owed the band. "When we got in," sa,id Kate, "their nine were out on the di amond prac ticing. But we're going to win; for y o u see I've got" the mascot fixed up great. S h e lau g hed brigh tly. If a g l ittering array of ribbons roped round the neck and body of a dog could bring victory, certainl y the Cran ford nhie had a fair chance ; for R e x fairly flashed irt the s unli g ht. Meeting these friends thus and hearing the defia n t and confident yells of the Mildale rooters and ball players put iron into Jack's heart. He felt his courag e and his prid e stiffen. His fair face flushed and his gray-blue eyes shone: "Fellows:," he cried, and he felt the ring of resol u tion in his own \Yards, "they're howling now before the game; but to see that they .don't h av e m uch to yell about afte rward. In the midst o f hjs friends walked down the ltttle street, t hrough the heart of Mildale, toward the ball g r ounds. He saw the band come fJaring past, on one of cross streets, and a parade of whooping boys and young men bearing the Milda l e colors The people o f Mildal e yelled enthu siastically as the band and the colors Greg Silver came smilingly up to Jack and his friends "Gad! I was Y._Ou WQuldn't come!" "Why, not?" said Kate. .Greg looked at her with a meaning laugh. ."On account ?f that last game, you know 1 We thmk we can. do .It again, too!"

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f ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. "Oh, I hate that fellow!" Kate cried, as Greg passed bn. .l .Jack almost felt, too, that he hated Gr,eg Silver. fie no v_ery high of Greg: and was pomethmg h1dden and msmcere now m Greg s manher and in his words. As Jack and his fri ,ends neared the ball grounds, toward which the band was now making its way .fol lowed by a big crowd, Jack saw Greg conversing with J)elancy and Reel. The big auto had beendrawn up clqse by the ball ground gate, and Reel and Delancy, sitting in it, talking with Greg, who stood on the ground. Kate flushed a little when she saw this. Kate had tried to think well of Reel and Delancy. It had, from the first, been rather strange to Jack that -this should be so, for Kate was a very sensible girl. Y et he supposed that Kate must be influenced by her mother's attitude. In addition to this, it had always' seemed strange to Jack that Reel, especially, should be as popular as he was with the young people of Cranfotd. Was it be caqse he was a nephew of Mr. Snodgrass, the banker; or was it of Reel's ability and cleverness as an amateur magician? Often Jack had thought this last was the reason, for Reel was alyvays sho'Ying some little trick or other to first this one and then that, for the purpose of gaining their friendship and his po_pularit;y. But from the fi,rst, when Reel entered the academy as a student, the boys and girls, particu larly the girls of the academy, had flocked round him. At bottom, it was the romance o{ Reel's life that caused this. Reel w.as far-off India, frop1 Bpm bay, and that hinted of mystery and of strange things, which an ordinary American lad like Jack Lightfoot oould know nothing about. Even the deep, dark sun burn o his face spoke of a life under the hot sun of the tropics, thought of Reel's strange popularity, as he watched him talking with Greg Silver, and he won dered what it was Greg and Reel and Delancy were talking about so earnestly. He was to know more of that by and by. CHAPTER VII. GREG SILVER. Jack Lightfoot always looked fo:r: treachery and crooked work when he and his nine came to Mildale. The Mildale b'oys were a treacherous lot. Early in the season, when the Cranford nine were to play theit first game with Mildale, Greg Silver, who was then unknown toJack, had wme over to Cranford for the pur-, pose of drawing Jack into a trap by trying tq in,duce him to pay h _im for playing on the Granford nine. He did not want to play on the nine, nbr expect to, but simply hoped to prove that Jack was as crooked as he was himself. And in the game before the last, a star professional pitcher, who passed under the name of Wally A. Reed_.. had been rung in by the Mildale nine t.o pitch against Cranford; a cheat that was exposed in a most humiliating way by the art,est of Reed on the diamond on a charge of aburglary committed in the city of Cardiff. Jack wondered what new thing would be concocted to-day, if anything. In the very latest gatr!e, when Cranford had been defeated, Mirdale had apparently played fair, for the first time. The defeat had been caused then b-y Jack's unfitness to play and by a phenomenal young pitchet' who had shot up suddenly from among the Mildale substitutes and had shown himself to be a wonder. Jack saw this new pitcher now, Cl,S he walked into the grounds, for the wonderr w as out on the diamond throwing to some Mildale ooys on the bases. He was a clean-limbed young fellow, with a reddish face and'light hair; a youth who was quick on his feet; and who, though he had no great curves, had speed and control, and had a good head with which to back up his work on the slab. Headwork counts for as much in the pitcher's box as else. The Mildaie brass band came into the grounds, playing its loudest, and behind it streamed a great crowd of men and boys cheering wildly and entJmsiastically. Apparently Mildale was s.ure of vjctory. When the collie frisked toward the grand stand fluttering his ribbons and. with the word "Cranford" emblazoned on his. sides, the Mildale rooters howled in offering so offensive a of their partisan feelings that Kate Strawn was provoked and mad
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f LL-S PORT S LIBRARY. 1 l j and the members of his .were forced t o s ubmit t o si m i l a r sharp disp lays o f feeling on the part of the Mil d ale part isans They were hooted at as dl:ey wa lked toward t h e benches, coar se jokes were hurled at them, and questions t hat were calculat e d to produce bad fee li ng met them continmilly fiA>set of hoboes!'' grunted Ned Ske en. "Don' t fret,'' said Lafe; w e'll have t hem laughing ouf ofthe other side of the m o uth before the game is over." The crowd c o ntinuew w h 6se one ambition was to play good ball ; a very different s ort of chap fromBud. Toliver and Gr'eg Silver. Silver, who was the capt;:tin. b e g an to-make himself i offens ive a lmost as soon as the Cranford boys o the b enches H e called Jac k o ut arid they had walke d t o gether to the end o f the g rand stand, he r emarked wit an evil grin : ,"We understand that you fellows hav e been ma king a h owl about us putting m e n on our nine who don't be l ong there, a n d had no right to be t here. "I h o p e you aren't looking for trou ble t o-d ay, Sil-ver," said Jack, qui etly "Y o u '1i give it to me, will you ?>t "We'll c ertainly gi v e you all you want, if you start it. "But you did charge u s with p utting in p rofes sionals?'" "l t hought e v eryone k new that you have done so. W all y Reed was not only a p rofess i o nal, but a thief, and you fellows declared on your that he was not a p r ofessi onal, but a resident of Mildal e and an amateur then, said that wicked smile of his s harpening his rather sharp features, "how about the time you put Reel Snodgras s on your nine and played H ighland with *him, when Reel hadn' t been in y o u r town three d a ys, and w a s a member of a pro fess i Gna l nine in "He's been telling you that; that's what you were talkin g about down at the gate !1 I "Wn y don' t you say "it isn't so?" I "He lied when he said he was a professi ona l if .be said that to you." 1 "He said it, and he ought to know best about that. But can'tdeny that he had only been in C ranford three or four day s?" "Yes, that's r i ght ; but he had C0!1ile to make a home there with his uncle and had been adm i tted as a .student in the acade my, and that made him eligible to the nine." "Lightfoot, you. fello ws ) hawe been pret ending to, be a little b ette r than_ the a yerag e p.nd you';re as bad a s the worst. J11bai Marlin was twe n tyfive d ollars to step out of tne way and let Snodgtass. play that day. Her eaft e r don't go to hollering ab out how mean and dir ty other nines are. That's all."

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A LL-SPO RTS LIBRARY. 19 "Is that all?" "It's all.', Why did you rake that up, Silver? Just for the p urpose pf starting troubl e here to-day ?" / "Just to keep you fellows from f e e lin g so honest. that i t hurts you." / Jack knew it was not that, and he was not fee ling I I I very qu iet and even-tempered as he returned to the b enches and the umpire ann ounced that the game was to b egin. CHAP T E R VIII. "PLAY BALL." Ho oroar! Haw, haw J .. Jubal Marlin laughed in his n o isy way, as he walk ed but to the plate, swinging his two bats, and faced the p itch er lefthanded. "Here w e air!" he cried. ''The e le p h ants go round and round, the band begin s tew play and the circus begins. I'm the first clown'tew hop intew the ring He threw away one bat and held up Old Wagon Tongue. Millard Rice s tooped and rubbed his hand in the dirt in front of the slab. tAs he r o se he looked at 1J u b a l as if s izing him up. He l i fted one f oo t, gave his ri ght arm a peculia r swin g, a n d sent in the J ubal did not str ike at it; but it was over the plate; and when the umpi r e pro n o unc e d it a strike the rooters for Mildale tuned up and the b a n d bega n again to blare its heavy m usic "By granny, if ye6u send 'em as swift as that how'm I tew see 'em?" Jubal lau g hingly protested "That come so got-darned fast tha t it made a noise i n m y year like a bumbl ebee." Millard Rice, trim and neat in h i s baseball suit'; with his r e ddi s h face g lowing an d h i s li g ht-c o lored eyes appare ntly half closed, lifted h is foot again, swung his arm r ound, and a gain shot th e ball o v er. Jubal belted a t it, and failed to connect. The grin b egan t o fade from his face. "Oh, that pitci:ter's all ri ght!" w a s Jack s th oug ht as he watched the work of the new slabman. "I think I can learn a few things from him. For one thing, \ 1 h e doesn't h ur ry but seems as coo as tee m sum-mer time." b all came tn aga in. None of three had been alike. This was a wide curve. J ubal saw that it was w i de, and did not st rike. "Three strikes-out!" shoute d the ,umpire. The drum of the band boomed with joy and the Mil dale yell rose to the sky. "By gravy that was a foot frum thep late!'' shouted Jubal, looking at the umpir e. "I seen it, and it was a foot 'from the plate!" He p ounded the slab with his bat The umpire grew red in the face. "Do you want me to put you out of the game?',. he demanded of Jubal. "Give me any of your slack and I will. Now, goto the benc hes Jubal dropped the bat l imply. "Howling mackerels !" Skeen was gasping "Did' you see and hear that? It was wide-away wide. T hat's rob bery I'' Jack began to fancy he understood now what Greg Silver had meant. The Cranford boys were to be held down from making protests, by the that they themse lves were crooked and therefo r e they had no right to make a "kick against crooked work from other s o urces. It began to seem that the umpir e was loaded in favor of Milda1 e Jack to wonder if this had anything to d o with the talk seen between Greg! and Reel, and Dela,n c y at the auto. P erhaps Delancy' s money had been used to cor ru pt the ump i re. There was no doubt in J a c k's mind that Delancy would pay freely for a thing of that kind. Ned Skeen came to the bat with a nerv o us jump. B el ieving that the u m p ire would call the ball a strike anyway, he slash ed at the first that came in, and for a wonder got a hit into left that took him to first. Tom Ligh tfoot was up next, and had two strikes call e d on him; and Tom was a good m an with the 'ick. Skeen had been t r y ing to steal, but t h e eagle e y e of the pitcher k e pt him close to the bag.

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2 2 ALL-SPORTS LIB RARY. tTtbuble now a ros e Brodie 'strawn was at the bat, and, drawing back to at the ball--he always drew far back and belted the ball with a ll his s tren gthhe struck the who too close u p. This to u ch agai r;st the ann of the catche r was not .enciugh to hurt him, and i t kept Brodie fro m h i t t i n g tlle:J:Jan. .:B ut the cafche r who 'was n one other than Luke Armstrong and who a p hysiqu e like an ox, cla s p e d a h and to his arm and round, cl aiming that Brodie had struck him purposely; and, the umpire pen alize d Br. o die by declarin g that he was out. ;,you did tpa t purpo sely! s ai d the umpire, i n an insul t i n g tone. Brodie' s face flushed l ike fire. H'e looked the umpire calml y in the eye. a liar!" he declar e d ; and, though his voice w a s s t e a d y the words s e emed shot out as if from a gun. "You re laid off, the umpire roared. Fot a m ement it se e med that Bro die mean t to jump at him1 ; and if tha t had happ ened wild mix-up would hav e occurred right there, for some of the Mildale fans, s c ent in g tro uble, were pushing fo rward. "You're out of the game--d o you hear!" the umpi re s h outed. "You're pena lized for speak ing to me in that manner, and r retire you from the g ame. Lightfoot, put in a substitute. ';:i'You'r e a grand s c o u n drel !" s houted Brodie, his face as red a s brick dust. "And when this game is 1 over I'll settle with you by b eati n g your face off .Jack saw a p o lic eman, of the spe c ial ones, whose he knew were cr11 with M ildale, movi ng toward Brodie "Settle him afterwar d ," he s aid, stepping up and speaking to B.rodie in a whisper. Brodie gave him a d at:k loo k f 'I'tn running myseH, :I g uess. !'' he retorted; but he retired; and Jac k put Bob Brews ter in his place The best batter, with p e rhaps the e xception of Jack himself, was out of the game. And Brewster could not go to the plate in Brodie's place now, for Brod i e had been d eclared out be being pen a lized. Phil K i rtland, ang e re d and rattle d by what had done to B r odie now struck out. But r e li a bl e L#e c o ming up a gain, coolly munching an appl e, got two bags; and Jack, him, him home like a lea p i ng bulld og, with anothe r two bagger into right. Then Jubal, with the greate s t luck o f his life, put a ball throu g h Hie han ds of the shortst o p ; and on that Jack cam_ e home. more score was tied-being now four to. four But new t rouble came. Phil Kirt lan d was put o u t of the game in the half of s ame inning, be-: cause, as the ump ire alleged, he disputed a dec ision. Phil was playing third. He tried to get a ball that was coming low from center, and which, though i n tended for him by Wi l son Crane,_ he saw would cross line six or eight feet from the base, in the direction of second A runner was c oming from second at same time; and Phil, in r e aching out for the ball, col- tided with this runner He t o u c h ed the runner with the ball, b ut the urn..: pire declared that he interfered with him, and gave the runner the base; and made his decision with such a sha r p tongue that Phil, who was a touchy youth and very prou d, resented it. W h a t he said could n o t be h ea r d but the umpir e declared it an insult and order e d him out of the game. This was a n o t her hard blow to the C ranf o rd nine. Jack put little Gnat Kim b a ll in K irtl and's place at third ; and, while Gnat was q u ick and lively, he was not much of a batter and Phil was good with the stick. J atk b egan to understand the tactics of the u mpire. One by one he was l aying off the best players of ford, s that only the poores t p layer-s and substitutes would b in the nine in the closing i n n i n g Yet there w a s not hi n g Jack could do-no t a thing. If he began to ptotes t he saw that it w ould be the very thing the 'um pire wanted. A lready the umpire h a d s p o k e n to him sha r pl y sever a l times and seemed to be seekin g a n to lay him off. "Fellows, jus t take your medicine," he urged

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ALL-SPORTS L43RARY. answer back. Say nothing. He will lay off tafe and Tom next1 and me, too, if he can. We mustn't let him." It was a most contemptible piece of bu,siness, looked to be spite work on the part of t.9e ; but Jack began to believe more strongly than ever that the umpire had been hired by Delancy money. CHAPTER X. JACKS LIGHTNING PLAY AND WHAT IT REVf:ALED. Greg Silver, who had been playing second base for M ilda!e, wore a curious smile, when he the tltrt pire lay off t w o of Cranford's best pfayers. "Oh, weve got 'em again !" he chuckled, screwing his mout h into a grin. 'We'll do 'em up in the nex t two innings." Ned Skeen had beef! the last man at the bat in the sev enth inning on the Cranford side, being caught out by pitcher, knocking a hot ball stralght into his hands. That brought Tom Lightfoot up as the first batter in t he first half of the eighth inning. Millard Rice tried his best pitching tactics on Tom I Lightfoot ; but Tom planted a hit in right field, which enabled him to get first. "Pap says that the way to do a thing is to d() it," avowed Mack Remington, as he came to the rubber. Nevertheless, Mack failed to do the thing; for the clever retired him. Then Wilson Crane shambled into position, pointed his iong nose at the pitcher, and held up his bat. Wilson was not always reliable as a batter, though if he got a hit he-could run like an antelope; but he secured a hit now that took Tom to third and himself .. to second. Bob Brewster, filling Brodie Strawn's place, took up the timber. Brewster was big and red-headed, a .fine feHow, strong as an ox, but he could not always connect with ball. Jack longed for Brodie in that position now. With so relrahle a batter as Brodie at the bat there was no doubt that"Tom could be brought in. Then-Brewster stl;uck out. He was followed at the bat py Gnat l0mb, all1 who was substituting for Phil who111 t,he umpire had also put out of play. And little Gnat, though he 4i4. the l;lest,he could)cr wiping germs car-efully irom with his clean, white do no and ,dqwp tile wpn?er,ful Pjtching of M4 lard Rice. And the sid e Ot1t# after To.' Liglttfoot had got as far flS .t. bini. It was heartbreaking; and when Jk bear, d the roar).ng,, and knew .that t): u : whole thing was tq. the umtl'irt;, had laid o.ff. two g:q thoughts bas* to his l;llother the sq.le .Qf boat to Delancy <}DQ, the of the fifb' Yet he said to himself : "Thi$ wodt dq-.t!lktt a bta.ce 1'' He said the same. thing to his nine. It did him good to know tkat reliable old Lafe Lampton was to first at bat, The weakest batters had gone down the. inning. Lafe: walked out as lazily, and an apple. It had come pomt.now that whenever Lafe did that bleachers and grand roan!<;l with laughter.

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.24 Lafe set the bat up on end, 'imd.tun1ing t o w ard1fue wihked one of his s 'ky-hlt'ie eyes; a'Ild took of This made the spectatdrs roar louder than ever and the to Lafe had the haifi>Y' 'fatuitY. b making Himself : a fal he:'' as' ; and he did not mind if peb-!' ai h1m, coufd score a poiht in" his 6wn favor. He even seemed to 'enjoy it. cts he.to6k up Old wagon Tongue and faced the pitcher, who was again "rubbing germs' ; .i' o ver Ills paw's: Lafe's' antiai at -the 'bat always helped Lafe's optimisrr ( t o gether with his cheered him, '-''armed him inslde, ahdlmade him like litughitf g. And a laugh is the ;bf : the 'that was in-: vented. Perhaps it wis because' Lafe knew that and .. knew Jack's moods so well that he went through those antics. Lafe let the first ball go by, even though it was called a strike: rt did not suit him, and he was a good waiter. He let the next one '' go 'by, also ; but it was so wide out tha' t 'k was a "bal1.'1 But the third, coming s wift and right over the rubher, was what he wanted; and h e landed i t down -against the ball-groutid fence; a great swing, and then leaped aib n g the base line, running like a heavybodied hu1lddg. He' took second easily on that hit ; and stood there, rrrunchihg at Ills everlastirlg apple, -as Jack followed him the plate. Millard Rice still had that wild desire to strike out Jack Lightfoot. He that for a feather in his cap of victory. He now again used quick changeS' in his delivery, ;;ilternating swift balls with ones and curves. But Jack hammered him. It' was a 1 hit into right; not so a one as Jack had hoped to but it took Lafe to third. It was up to Jack now to risk a good deal to get Lafe across the home plate. So he began 'to creep aaiingly off first, drawing to tlle df. He knew that Millard Rice was a hard man to foo but he nopea "1to f9ol him, if Jubal Marlin, who now going to the batter's place, was struck out. Jubaf came to the rubber laughing in his usual way and shotitihg to the pitcher to give him "easy o ne s For this the umpire cp.lled him dpwn sharply. J ubal knew a thing or two. He fou1;1d a ball he could bunt, and bunted it t o ward short and third, starting it so that if it had g one through it would have gone between them. Before the ball started off the bat Lafe was running. Jack started for second at the same time. Millard Rice here made one of thos e poor plays that the best player will makt at times. Running for the, ball, with the shortstop also run !ling for it, he collided with the shortstop and was thrown to the ground. But he had the ball. Seeing he could not get the ball home :thead of Lafe, he twisted round as he leaped up an d sent it to sec ond, to cut off Jack Lightfoot. Greg Silver, second baseman, was out o n the line to first, and crouched there to recei v e the ball, which was coming right into his hands ; and in this posi t i o n he blocked the way for Jack. Jack knew he could expect no fav ors of the umpire; and, finding his way blocked by the cr o u ching s e cond baseman, he took a flying leap that promised to land him on the bag. As he went thus over Greg Silver's head, Silver pitched forward in his effort to get the ball, and Jack, looking back as he took the leap, saw a manila envelope slide out of one of Silver's pockets. In that fall Greg Silver the ball get a w ay from him, and it bounded on across the line. With a leap Jack was off the' bag, had scooped up the manila envelope, and regained the bag before Silver could get to him. Greg was red-faced and discomposed I think you' v e got something of mine," he s aid, as he threw to the catcher. The Cranford fans w ere ; as Jubal would say, "mak ing welkin ring," with their jubilant din because \

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Lafe had brought in a run and J4:qk so de y erly taken second. "Have I?." said Jack. Y,OUr property and perhaps I'll give it to you." He had looked the envelope and had seen ,that it contained a new fifty-dollar lj:e ha.d.not been able to see more th;m/ the s.o:\ one corner of it, but he was as sure as he be anyt hing that this was the fifty he had Reel's room at the hotel in Cranford it was the same fifty which had been given him by his mother apd had been taken from his "Identify your property, and prove that ,ifs and I'll give it to yop." His face was All that had had come back to him like a flash. "I demand my property," said Silver, belligerently. "I haven't got your property; I've got my own." "It' s mine; give it to me." "What is it?" "That envelope, that fell out of my pocket; I saw you pick it up. "vVhafs in it?." "Money." "How much?'' "That's none of your business. I'll have you pulled if :vou don't hand it over." Not much attention was being paid this, if any, I by the spectato rs, 'whq were watchmg the batter, Ned Skeen, and the battery. 'Tll tell you what's in it," said Jack, drawing his bow C\_t a venture, though pretty sure he could hit the t 3rget "there's a fifty-dollar bill in it, on the M:a'D.hat tan Bank of New York, numbered forty-six thousand one hundred and three; which was given to you by Reel Snodgrass for dirty WQrk to be done in this game." The shot took effect-Jack had hit dead center. Greg's rather sharp face became ghastly "jhat's a lie!" he said; hoarsely. "Oh, no, it isn't; I know jvst what I'm talking apout. And Reel stole that fifty dollars from me _yesterday. I know what I'm talking about. Now,' go a head and hand me over to the police, and the whole \ 25 story you came montry .;., il out." Jack was bluffing somewhq.t, for he diP just the whole of that but. the bluff VVC!-S good enough for the time being; then -L!gh.tfoc;>t. l;J"ed, Skeen hfld grass seco!lc\, 9t; d Jfl.ck left t}Je and started like a greyhpund for thirf}; The bases we_re, now .filleq. Tom J_.ightfoot 'Yas OIJ. fit:st, Jubal on secondr and Jack on third. Mack Remington came to the his apple-red cheek s burning hotly, as he realized what he was up against. Three men on and he at the bat! It was enough to make his cheeks glow. A,nd this was probably the. last his to do anytping for this was in the ninth inning! The responsibility was too much for Mack. He swatted at the sphere t\ _vi<;e; three tiW,es; a.p.d went out "Pap says that when you can't do a tl}iJ1g y-ou ca.n't do it, and that's all there is about itC he exclaimed, in. irritation, and threw. da:wn his bat. Wilson Crane took it up and mqveg his long legs. into place. Tyv-o men were out; three men were on bases. Yet Wilson never faltered. He poked his .long nose at the pitcher as if he would pry him open with it _!lnd thus learn the char acter of the balls that were to be sept in. He spread his, Iqng legs.apartjo steady anq held his bat rea
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ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. that the howling spectators had become as still as aeath, team went into the field; for when Wilson was put and sent the ball over. Wilson Ctane's' big' eyes saw just how it was com ing-, and with a mighty effort he larided it deep in J A ''\1.riid:'howl broke forth fton1 the spectators, as Wh son moved his long le;gs. toward first and all the base runners came jumping over -tfie tines. Jack Lightfoot came in from third. --Jubal Marlin came -in from 'Second, crowing like a V!Ctonous game rooster. Tom Lightfoot, rtcln1ng like a gr.f!ybound, reached third and started for hOme. that retired the n .ine. The Mildafe nine were a rattled set of young fe when they came to the bat. Greg Silver, their captain, was so w orked up that he did not again say anything right then to Jack about that money in the manila envelope. He was b usy ing to put some iron into the hearts of his scared men. "Fellows, we can do 'em yet! Get into gear! Don't show the white feather! Sure, we can do em! Haven't we got the who1e of this half of the inn ing? We can tie it anyhow, and make it a ten-innin g game, and then flax them. That was just luck; and it won' t The Cranford fans and nearly everyone else were happen again. They're op.ly two run s ahead of us. on their feet howling. F l a _gs wa ed and barked We've got six rnns to their eight. wild'Iy. Even Kate Strawn, he-r cheeks like 'peonies, was s tartding an her feet, swing ing her flag and fairly screaming. 'The .-baU was coming in. The center a str ong thrower, and he sent it'-shooting like a rocket toward the home plate, paying no attention to Wilson Crane, who was moving liis long legslike the speeding leg s of arl ostrich. "Slide! Jack yelled t o Tom. "Slide->-slide Tom Lightfoot threw hims elf in a headlong slide that simply plowe-d up the dirt and the dust on. the base line. The ball thumped int() the hands 'Of the catcher, who had run out .to get it. But Tom was .safe,; everyone could see tbat; and the crooked umpire dard n o t say otherwise. Wilsort, trusting in the fleetness of his long legs, started from third for borne; but Armstrong now threw to third, and Wiison, being caught between third and hom,e, was clever1y put out. But it had been wonderful and yell drawing; and diamond and1 bleachers. grand stand and field, were one mass bf howling people, 11Three runs I" said Jack, panting out the words. ) "Four,'' said Lafe, thumping himself dramatically on the breast ; Hdon't f o rg e t me! I made a run, even before you did. So 'I'm at th e head .o the class." It took a long titue 'fo r the fans to cool down after 'that; and they Were still h o>v'l i n g when the Cranf ord can do 'em, all right." But-Three men came to the i>at, panting pale and ex cited; and they went down now before Jack's phe nomenal pitching Iik_e grass before th e mower's scythe. Again the Cranford fans were yelling, howling.; and the ribboned shepherd dog was jumpin and barking round his pretty mistress, Kate Strawp; as if he, too, under stood what it was all about and wa!t as overjoyed as his human companion s And perhaps he did know, for some dogs are won derfully intelligent. t CHAPTER XI. CONCLUSION. Jack saw Greg Silver waiting for him out behind grand stand after most of the specta t ors had gone away. The umpire had been one of the first to hurry from the ground, and he had gone with a c r owd o f people, fearin g that hammering which. pugnacio us Brodie Strawn had threatened. Jack went out to where Greg was standing. He wanted to know just how Greg had got hold of that fifty-dollar bill. It was numbered forty-six thousand one hundred and fqrty-three; and so was the same one Jack had seen in Reel's room. What Greg wanted was the fifty d ollars. And .said so, with hot words, as soon as Jack appea red. He

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ALL-SPORT S LIBRARY. had been given time to think, and he intended to deny that he had J;eceived the money from Reel. ''You don't get it!" Jack declared; and with sha r p words told him why. 1Let me see that money," said Greg. "Not on your life." Greg jum,r:>ed at him, with an oath. It was just the thing Jack wan'ted, and he promptly kno cked him down. Greg came at him again, angered and murde rous. Jack knocked him down again. Then he sprang on him, him by the throat. 'Tell the truth whole t ruth," he said, "or I'll choke your treacherous heart out!" Greg wheezed ; then began to beg. "Let up!" he gasped "Tell me the truth about it-tell me the truth!" urt' s a lie!'' he cried, d r amatically. Jack took out the fifty-dollar bill, and held it up so that all could see it, as Greg Silver .climbed in humili ation to his feet. "Greg had it. It was m ine, and it is mine now; and he's told mehow he got it. He says that Reel gave it to him to pay to the umpire for ruling against C ranford in this game; but that he intended to keep it him self." That's a lie!" s h o u t e d Ree l, turning pale. "Silver," said Jack, laughing, "your friend Reel Snodgrass repudiates yo? ; he says you' r e a liar and that he never gave you this money." "It1s him that's the liar!" shouted Greg Silver. "He knows that he did." "There's one other thing, fellows, said Jack, coolly, now that he had regained the money, "this money was ''Ye-s, y-yes !" Greg gurg_led. stolen from my coat in the shed room at my Jack released his hold somewhat, but did not Iet the home. If Reel Snodgrass it to Greg as young scoundrel rise. Greg says, I leave it to yon to judge where Reel got it 11What-is it-you w -want ?" G reg gasped. himself." "You got that fifty dollars of Reel S n odgrass?'' "The whole thing's a lie!" snarled Reel, in a rage. "Y !" Greg admit t ed Lafe and some other of the Cranford boys laughed "What were you to do for it?''. Jack ti ghtened his grip. ''L-let up; you' re-cho-choking me !H "All right; out with it. What were you to do?" "Well," Greg spu ttered, hardly able to speak, "I was -was to g -give it to the umpire." Jack partly released his hold. "Other money had a l ready been paid him?" Jack guessed. "Y-yes." "And this fifty was also to be g i ve n him?" "Yes." "But you thought you'd keep it for yourself?" let up, can't you?" Jack let up. "That's all,'' he said. "It's my money-stolen from 'me :by Reel, and I'll keep it." 'Reel had himse lf now come upon the scene, accom p anied by Del ancy, and with them were several of Jack's friends. Reel heard Jack's words. sarcastically. "Believ e those fools if you want to," shouted Reel, m a rage. "Aw-they're a poor lot, don't y' know!" said De lancy, plucking at Reel's sleeve. "Th
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A CHAT WITH YOU VnT. Am I too fat? Some of the fellows joke me, and say I'll be a second Grover Cle\reland or Secretary Taft. Well, r answer that I'd be willing to talre the flesh if I could be sure of as a brain as either of them have. Around the chest I am 39 mches, 'and 33 inches <1t waist. I like athletics, and if I t)lought it was good for me I'd go in more heavify. Please answer in your Chat columns: and oblige, SANDOW Jll.. Cleveland, Ohio. Yda: are ua:u 10'," Sandow. For a lad Of seventeen one and sixty-one ppunds ,is a pretty fair r.ecord. Evidently you hav e a hask;y appetite, a,nd enjoy the good things of life. Yes, take to all athletic sports moderately. Such things are <;eruiti to Q:). you good, and with sueh a .fin. e yoU should make ya4r mark in tnore th,an one lin,e of athletic competition; Eat less fat producing food, and indulge freely in as wtll an sports that build up the museul:w: system. l tl-(lj. my full growth. Is that so? I stand just 5 feet in my stock ing feet and weigh 103 pounds. Around the chest I measure 32 inches, .lacldng a trifle; 18 inches around the large!ltl part of the upper leg, and II inches around the calf. If I can do any thing to increue my weight, please let me know. I take Aa,t.. SPoRTS every week, and would sooner go without my dinnermiss a number. ]AMES E RonERTSQ Duluth, Minn. Considering the fact that you are just at the age when your growth takes on a swift tnm you!' weight is not bad. Don't. worry about it, but take plenty of outdoor exercise, and eat heartily of good food. Alter a while you will begin to fill out We hope you may never have to do without your dinnet on our account, but it pleases us to know that you think so much of ALL-SPORTS. I don't know whether you have many girl readers of ALlr SP_oRI:s or not, because I suppose you think your weekly is takea pnnctpally by boy readers. But at our high school here we a athletic ass ociation, and we girls are as mucl;a mterested m the success of our teams as are the boys. W-f!' go tQ all the games and encourage the boys as well as we can. In 'Order to under&and 50mething about the games I bought a copy of ALL-SPORTS, and I fo1,1nd it so interesting tha t I got rpy little to buy it every week for me. After I read it, pe take,& It a?d .we have. to pry him off the pages of these stones rn order to get him to come to his meals. I wrote .a ht!le poem about ALL-SPORTS, which I inclose. I hope, you wtll thtnk well enongb 1lf it to publ1sh it. The w)lirl of a bitter tempest Thewind that bringeth sndw, the last of the brown leaves flying Like the beat!n before the foe. But sweet is the peace of the fireside A!ld we what may hap1 bro ther IS Sitting and readmg W1th Au--SPORTS safe in his lap. I The girls are droning their lessons From the room beyond floats in, Soft as an angel's whisper The note of a violin. A boy is reading a weekly And his interest is l;'or he's reading a bully good ;tor;y .In the pages of fine Au.-SPORTS. MABEL TRUMBULt:. j tliou,ght I. had read good yarns of boys' athletic sports l'fi J uvemle weekly that has been in our family for oyer nme years, a,rid they certainly were very clever but to tell trut_lt; l'm $inking Mr. Stevens has them ali be;t to a fims_ h wtthout even that one exception. Did he ever write boys' stones before the ALL-SPOR!S Yf!IS started? If so, I'd like to know w hat are, so I 'rmght some of the same. He just knows 'a boy from the That's the greatest point these Cranford stones. You JUSt seem to know every one of tl\e characters as if they were real fellows. And, someltow you can't he!p liking Jack Tom and Lafe-yes, and a l ot of the others, hk;_ Gnat and Wllson I hope your paper will a long fife, and that Maunce Stevens may always writi: for tt. RAYMOND BENTON LA FARGE. We are beginning to believe that we do not understand the girl of the _Present generation, for we are daily learning, with 1 much surpnse, tha{ we have many girl readers of ALL-SPORTS. We are of it. It is cetjainly a condition of affairs worthy bf the htghest praise when the girls of your school dear Miss New Orleans, La. 1r(ju rtiay sure that t'he talent ed author of the Au-Sro.ars has writt(rlflothers, but they were published IIDOther name. He has made ,a close study of the American boy ae met with .In dties .and dountry towns, his likes and dislikes as well as his sturdy traits 6f character, and seri_es of ljvely stores of athletic pursuits is the 1Gfl(tyeati of personal contact with the youth of. .our lanq. His flllW objett is to uphuild rugged characters and develop healthy in healthy bodies. _..___ Seeing t1lti:t j1 .gaM, -mbhy of readers send in their weights and measu_rements, to receive advtce on the same, I am taking a shy at tt too. I am 13 years of age, but pretty tall they say. My dad s;tys I'm. thin, but that l'll fill out I';e golf Trumbull feel so t d m ereste m the athletic prowess of your boy they take the trouble to read up on the subJect sports m order to more fully the achievements of thetr _boys. We feel highly gratified that you should find ALLSPORTS mtenesting i 't If f n 1 se apart from Its value as a source of m ormation. Your poem is very good, indeed. I have at last sett led do t for your fine weeki AI h wnh o wnte you of my admtration I think it is the b y. t oug am only a reader from No. 9, I admire it hi gh! est Meekly pJubhshe!f .. and want to tell you that Skeeny then sauf' t ext to ack, I hke Lafe; then Tom, then last of' all Phil rb then Wilson Crane, and, I really like him for r all nth t :fi :s a _good deal of a snob, be but I think 1a '" e s a httle sore, as who wouldn t "' see ac._ s good qualities in time, and 'then

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ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. things will be better. I will close, Mr. Stevens good health and hoping the Winner Com{)any has every success, Portland, Me. STANJ..EY l3RINK, We are glad to learn, Stanley, that although you hav;e been. reading ALL-SroRTS for so short a while, yQu have found it so much to your satisfaction. Your remarks a.bo1,1t Phil will meet with wide ;tpp.roval, for although Phil has made many enemies by his foolish conduct, very many .readers of Au.-SroRTS not only are willing to excuse him, 'but many sympathize with him in view of the fact that almost any boy w;ould be irritated to be suddenly forced into coro)letitian and defeated by an \Jnknown, after having been leader for a long time. Phil has undoubtedly excellent qualities, aud we hope that in time he will let his better nature guide him. .. I have been reading AI.I.-SFO.RtS for the last ten numbers, and must say that I think they are fine. Jack is an ideal American youth. I wish I was as strong and J:Iealthy as he. Can't and his friends come to our town thiS summer? I would hke to see the Cranford nine play baseball. Thankjng Mr. Stevens for his fine works and your firm for publishing this weekly, Templeton, N. J. MAURICE CRA WFO!U), If you really want to be as strong and healthy as Jack, dear Maurice, you must adopt Jack's methods of self-improvement. was not always as strong and clever as he is now, and he attaim:d his present condition only by hard work. Follow his example and you will ha:ve cause to envy no boy. The many friends of the Cranford boys seem aJ11{ious, every one of to have the boys visit their native towns. We if the sum met" has days enough to enable the boys to accept one-tenth of the invitations What their plans are we cannot say, but we are sure your invitation is highly appreciated; Mr. Stevens. will be gratified at your compliment, and we value highly your kind reference to the Allow .me to thank you for the many pleasant hours I have spent with ALL-SPORTS. I have read all of them except No. 7, and I would like t6 have you send me that for the stamps in I admire Jack Lightfoot very much, and I think that Phil Kirtland is the lowest kind of a boy, a fellow who seems to be all right and then turns dirt. I have. met fellows like him, who won regard for. clothes, but whtmit <:arne to their heads they were not m 1t, got sore when they were found out, and piayed low-dow,o trick.s. I have !JO use for such lows. Do you think cold baths'asurements? I an: 5 6 mches tall a_nd weigh 140 pounds. My chest measure IS 35 !nches i trly wa.1st, 29 inches, and my calves, 14 inches. Do you thmk I am too thm? Richmond, Va. ALBERT PRIGLEN. Don't worry about your weight, dear Albert, because you weigli about twentY" pounds more than the average boy of your height. Your .chest measure is two inches under the normal and your waist measure an inch above. Calves are normal. A little gen eral exercise to put more girth about :Your chest and shade off about the waist is what you need. As for cold baths, they are excellent, and should be taken by everyone who has the oppor tunity. Do you care to receive a letter from one of the older readers of ALL-SPORTS? l arri way up here in the capital city of the "Old Granite State.'" the hpme of the great Daniel Webster. Although he never made his fioml! in this city, birthplace was s0 near here that we can almost claiin him. He was among the orators of our country what ALL-SPORTS is among boys' pub lit:ations to-day-the greatest. First, 1 must tell you how I came to read ALL-SPORTS. I had a little nephew whom God had granted but a short and feeble tenure on life; he was ever ill and unable to live as other boys, althot1gh he longed tp do so.' A, friend sent him a copy of first number your library, and I read it aloud to him. tt pleasd him greatly, and ever after, until his passing into the Great Beyond but a few short days ago, I read 'lind reread all the numbers published. Many a :weary moment, while waitins for the end, ALI.-Srou.s has t cheered a little dying boy and his (Ompanion. r am older than most of your readers, I suppose, and so can see many things in the stories which they cannot see. 'I know something of life, have seen both the good and the had, and I know something of and temptations which beset our way; so it is good to see a story that always makes it a point to make the boys love healthy sports and kindliness, and the things that make a boy manly. Jatk and his friends are all fellg.ws, the healthy seed from whtch the future nghteous c1t1zens ofthis country should spring. Jack's motto seems to b e that which I first heard long yeat'S ago: "Thou..--must be that whii:h thou oughtest to be; and unless thou art that, thou shalt be nothing." If the fellows don't know where to go this sun'l .. mer, send them to Concord, and I will tike them personally to the home of Webster in Franklin, his birthplace in Salisbury, and 11how them his statue in the state house grounds here, We will go to Lake Winnipiseogee-"The Smile of the Great Spirit" -and up through the White Mountains. I am proud of the "Old Granite State"; for, though small, she has left her mark in history, and, best all, "that's where I uve." Best wishes to Mr. Stevens and to ALL-SroR'I'S, SENECTUTE. Concord, M. H. Your_ letter is very interesting, and we feel sure that the Cranford boys would like to visit Concord, the 1akes and the mountains, under your guidance. To learn that Au.-SFOaTs has been the solace to ycur boy friend ill. his final illness is very pleasant to us, and the more so, since it .won for us a reader of your and experience. We founded this library in the belief that it was really neede!l for the American youth of the day. The favor it has met with from the boys' themselves, and the approbation of observers like yourself, have well vindicated our beiie. Permil us to thank you for your interest. Being an ardent admirer of your weekly, Ap.SPORTS, I take great pleasure in writing this letter to you. After reading so many letters of praise from yoUT readers, I thought I ought to join in with the rest. I would like to shake Mr. Stevens by the hand and tell him that I thought he was the theese, as the boys say. The all of them, whether good or bad, are true to life and strongly drawn. I have seen some letters at tacking certain of the characters and advising the author to drop them from the stories. That does not seent. sensible to me, because the $tories would not seem interesting if all the boys were _good You need .some ones? keep the g?od ones from growmg stale. Wh1le certan;t of the characten, -bke char acters in every town, make all good fellows sick, and are so bad or so mean that they ought to get off the earth, still, they are on it, and if we murdered them we should probably swing. Now, whlle the author could not be punished by the courts for killing any of hi$ characters, still, if he dia kill them, the stor,y would lose its interest1 which would mean its death. So, it seems tcr me, real 'life and story writing work out the same, anyway. Best wishes ro all concerned, HENRY STEBBINS. West Orange, Mass. Your letter is very ipteresting, Henry, and your remarks on the necessity of bad and foolish characters to make the story real are certainly strikin&ly put. How much real life and story writing are alike in the punishment of crime we are not prepared to say. Indeed, we are singularly free from actual and fictitious murder. 'I thought I would write to tell you how much I think of that Au.-SPoRTS WEEKLY oL yours. I think it is all right, and l have read every numb..er published. Up here in the Bronx we have a little club in our neighborhood, and although, of.. course, the Bronx is not like Cranford, still we go in for a lot of outof-door sports and have a fine tit!fe. J have been training in a gymnasium. some other boys,. and I t)Jink. I a1p pretty good condJtwn. What do you thmk? My hetgbt IS 5 feet 6 inches and my weight is 121 pounds. My chest expansion is 35 inches; waist measure, 27 inches : hips, inches; calf, I3Y.I inches. Puu KossUTH. New York City. Your measurements are Peter, and we are glad to learn that you have gone in for scientific training. We hope your club is

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ALL-SPO R TS LIBRAR Y. HOW TO DO THING5 By AN OLD A THLETE Timely essays and hints npon various athletic sports and pastimss, in which onr boys are usually deeply interested, and told in a way that may be easily u n derstood. Just at present baseball is the topic in b and, and instructivll articles may be found in back numbers of the ALLSPURTS LIBRARY, as follows : No. 14, "How to Become a Batter." No.l6, "The Science of P l ace Hitting and Bunting." No. 16, "How to Cover First Bsse. No. 17, "Playing Sh ortstop." No. 18, "Pitchi ng No. 19, "Pitching Curves. No. 20, "The Pitcher's Team Work." No. 21, "PlayIng Second Base-" No. 22, "Covering Third Base." No. 23, ''Playing the Outfield." No. 24, "How to Catch." (!.) No. 25, "How to Catch." (II.) 'HOW TO RUN BASES. No feature of the game of baseball to-day goes further i n j ustification of c a lling the game scientifjc in contrast to the old-fashioned game than the treatment accorded the base runner, the acknowledgment of his supreme po rtance, and the making of every play on the field m aid o f him. In a scrub game among small boys to-day the conditions that prevailed in a professional game a good many years ago are illustrated When the small boy gets at the bat he swats all his might at any ball h e thinks he can hit and then runs for it. Another smalt boy takes up the bat, and no further attenti o n is paid the first small .to get him off first in o rder that the second smaU boy may get on the run, too. These happy events brought about, nobody worries about th e boys
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Rt. IIIII ., ... :.. ... ........ This library represent s an entirely new idea. It is totally different !tom any other now published. The stories detail the A dventures of three plucky lads who set ont to Capture the. notorious Captain Kidd. Every teal bpy bas longed to read more about the doings of this bold mar auder of the seas and the is 'now given them. The stories are of generous and without equals in thrilling adventure and interest T.he best sea stories ever written. r-Capt. Kidd's Sea Swoop; or, Carried Off by Pirates. 2-Capt. Kidd's Buried -or> Adven tures o Three Boys Among the Buc caneers. 3-The Silvet Cutlass ; or, Thad and His Chums Lost in the Swamp. 4-Deiying the Sea Wolf; or, Thad at Bay in the Powder Magazine. s-The Jolly Red Raven; or, Capt. Kidd's :Dar ing. Raid on> Old New. York. Cdrsair Captain; or, Thad and His Chums Afloat. Death' s Head Rovers; or, How Thad Outwitted the Coast Freebooters. 8-.Walking the Plank; or, The Last Cruise of the Flying-Settd. Kidd's Revenge; or, Thad Among the Tigers of the Sea. Io--The Chest of Doubloons ; or, 1Iow T qree Boys Defied the Buccaneers. I lThe Riva1 Pirates ; ot, Thad and His Chums in Irons. Kidd's Stratagem; or, Simple .Simon Takes SOtti.ldings. ""' IJThe Red Raven's or, llow Young Thad Sailed a Pirate Barque. 14-Nailed to the Mast; or, The Last f? Capt. Kidd's "Hole in the Wall." 15-Gapt. Kidd's Long Chase; or, Thad and His Chums in the Tropics. 16-Set Adrift b y P ira tes : or, Thad's tures in the Saragossa Sea. 17-'To Sink or Swirtl; or, Thad and His. Friends On Blue Water. J?RICE, 18--:-Capt. Kidd's Drag-Net; or, -How Young T had Hoodwinked the Buccaneer-&. r9The Phantom 'Pirate; or, Thad attd His Churris on the Ship. .2o--The Witch; or, How Three Boys Saved the Treasure Galleon. Kidd in New Orleans; oc, The Pirate Scourge of the Rigolets. 22-Tiger of the Sea; or, 'the Three Casta ways of the Gulf. -23-The Pirates of The 011> Our .Boys Afloat on the Spanish Main. 24-....:..Capt. Kidd at Bay; or, Maroo ned On a Sand-Spit, 25-The S i lver Barque; or, Capt. Kidd's Last 26--Among the Buccaneers; or, Thad and His Chums in Desperate Straits. 27--The Red Scourge; or, How Morgan, the Buccanee r, Stormed the Citadel. 28The Chase 6f the Slaver ; or, Thad Among the Indigo l;>lanters. 2sr--:Morgan\ 6r, Thad af the Saclcing of 3oThe Buccaneer's Ghost; or Thad's Adven tures w ith the Pearl Divers. 31-Tfie Sea Cat; or, How Our Boys Held the Fort. 32-The Phantom Galleon ; or, Thad's Adven tures Along the Isthmus. 33-A Btdt Water Free-Lance; or, Thad Adrift in a Leaking Pinnacle. 34.;;;..;A Corsair of the ; or, The Uil-, lucky Silver ''Pieces of Eight." CENTS. : ..: ... : For. Sale by all Newsdealers, or sent, postpald, upoa of price by publishers : WINNER LIBRARY CO., 165 Wes-t Fifteenth St NEW YORK

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COMB BdVS, .COMB GET THS ALL=SP ORTS LIBRARY Teach the American boy how to become an athlete and so lay the foundation of a constitution greater than that of the United -Wise Sayings from Tip Top. YOU like fun, adventure and mystery, doh't you? Well, you can find them all in the pages of the ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. As the name implies, the ALLSPORTS LIBRARY is devoted to the sports that all young people delight in. It has brigfi:t, handsome, colored covers, and story is of generous length. You are looking for a big :five cents worth of good reading and you can get it here. Ask your newsdealer for any of the titles listed below. He has them in stock. Be sure to get ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. Like other good things, it has its imitations. 1.;_ Jack Lightfoot's Challenge ; or, The .Win ning of the Wager. 2-Jack Lightfoot s Hockey Team; or, The Rival Athletes of Old Cranford. 3-Jack Lightfoot's Great Play; or, Surprising the Academy Boys. pghtfoot's Athletic Tournament; or, Breaking the Record Quarter-Mile Dash. S-Jack Lightfoot in the Woods; or, Taking the Hermit Tr.out of Simms' Hole. 6-Jack Lightfoot's Trump Curve; or, The Wizard Pitcher of the Four-Town League. ?-Jack Lightfoot's Crack Nine; or, How Old "Wagon Tongue" Won the Game. Lightfoot s Winning Oar; or, A Hot Race for the Cup. !r-Jack Lightfoot The Young Naturalist; or, The Mystery of Thunder Mountain. 1oJack Lightfoot:s TeamWork; or, Pulling a Game Out uf the Fire. n-Jack Lightfoot's Home Run; or, A Glorious Hit in the Right Place. 12-Jack Lightfoot, Pacemaker; or, What Happened on a Century Run. 13Jack Lightfoot's Lucky Puncture; or, A Young Athlete Among the Hoboes. 14Jack Lightfoot, the Magician ; or, Quelling a Mutiny in the Nine. IS-Jack L igh tfoot's Lightning Battery ; or, napirig a Star Pitcher. I6--:-Jack Lightfoot's Strategy; or, Hare-and Hounds Over Cranford Hills. I 7-J ack Lightfoot in the Saddle ; or, A Jockey for Just One Day. I8--Jack Lightfoot's Dilemma; or, A Traitor on the Diamond. 19-Jack l;ightfoot' s Cyclone Finish ; or, How Vtctory Snatched From Defeat. 2o--Jack Lightfoot in Camp; or, Young Athlete s at Play in the Wilderness. 21-}ack Disappearance ; or; The Turnmg-up of an Old Enemy. 22-Jack Lightfoot's "Stone Wall" Infield or M k a mg a Reputation in the League. 23-Jack Lightfoot:s Talism:;tn; or, The Only Way to Wm Games m Baseball. 24Jack Mad Auto Dash; or, Speed tng at a Nmety Mile Clip. 25-Jack Lightfoot Afloat; or, The Cruise of the Canvas Canoes. 26--Jack Luck; or, A Light mng Tnple Play m the Ninth. 27-1 ack Lightfoot's Iron Arm or How the N e;y "Spit" Ball Worked Charm. 28-Jack on the Mat ; pr, The Jiu Jttsu Tnck that Failed to Work. 29-'-Jack Lightfoot's All-Sports Team; or, How Lafe Lampton Threw the Hammer. 3o--Jack Lightfoot in the Box; or, 'The Mascot that "Hoodooed" the Nine. FIV"E : : : For Sale by all Newsdealers, or ent, postpaid, upotJ receipt of price by publishers : : : WINNER LIBRARY CO., 165 West Fifteenth St., NEW YORK

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BUY '. IT AT O .NCE many of our boys \ have bicycles, some have boats, others like :fishing and shooting. ALL of these sports will be carefully dealt with tn the All-Sports Lz'brary. The stories will deal with the adventures of plucky lads while indulging in healthy pastimes and should be read, there"Teach the American boy how ..,..,.., fore, by every boy who wants to learn all that to become an ath. fete and so lay the 'r foundation of a conis new in the various games and sports in which he is interested. sttutwngreater than (I) that of the United States."-Wise sayzngs L IKE all other good things The All-Sports Library has its imitations. We warn our boys to be careful not to be taken in by these counterfeits. Be sure to get The All-Sports Library that the above ;oO quotation from the famous Tip Top Weekly tells, in a few words, just what the A !!-Sports r.-;. can com Library is attempting to do. We \1\ all news-_ firmlybelieve that if the American -boy dealers, or sent., ofto-day can only be made to realize how postpad, by the surely the All-Sports Library will give him publishers upon an insight into all matters relating to athletics, receipt o/ price. PR51CE fT would be hard to find a boy is not interested in athletics to some extent. All our schools have V baseball, hockey, football and track teams .and when these teams play their rivals, interest runs high indeed. Then, too, THE.WINNER LIBRARY COMPANY, 165 West Fifteenth Street 1 YORK


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