Jack Lightfoot's talisman; or, The only way to win games in baseball

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Jack Lightfoot's talisman; or, The only way to win games in baseball
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Publ.ISherS' Note "Teach the American boy how to beco, ... e an attilete, and lay the foundation for a Constlttlon greater than that o f t h e United States."-Wise sayings fro m Tip Top." There has never been a time when the boys of this great country took so kee n an interest In all manly and health glving sports as they do to-day. As proof ol this witness the record-breaking throng that attend college strugglea on the grid iron, as w ell as athletic and baseball games, and o ther tests of endurance and skill. In a multitude of other channels t his love for the "life strenuous" is making i tself manifest, so that as a nation, we are rapidly forging to the front as eeeken of honest sport. Recognizing this "handwriting on the wall," we have concluded that the t ime has arrived to give this vast army of young en thusiasts a publication devoted exclusively to invigorating out.door life. We feel we are justified in anticipating a warm response from our'sturd:r American boys, who are sur e to revel in the stirring phases of sport and adventure, through which our characters pass fro m week to week. \ ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY '"""' W 1 1flly. By Subscri p tion $:1,so per year. Entered accorttinr to Act of Congress ,, tlu year rQOJ ;,, tlu Office of Jiu Ls' 6rarian o/ Omp1S1, Washinrt on, D. C., by THE WINNER LIBRARY C o r 6 5 We s t Fift een t h S t., N e w York, N. Y. N o. 23. NEW YORK, July 15, 1905. Price Five Cents. JACK LlfiHTFOOT'S TALISMAN; OR The On l y Way to Win G ames Baseball. 10 By MAURICE STEVENS. CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY. Jack Lightfoot, the best all-round athlete in Cranford or vicinity, a lad clear of eye, clean of speech, and, after he had conquered a few of his faults, possessed of a faculty for doing tltings while others were talkini;, that by degrees caused him to be looked upon as the natural leader in aJI the sports Young America delights in-a boy who in learning to conquer himself pnt the p ower into his hands to wres t victory from others. T o m Lls;lt tfoo t Jack's cousin, and sometimes his rival; though their striving for the mastery was always of the friendly generous kind. Tom was called the Book-Worm" by his feJlows, on account of his love for studying such secrets of nature n s practic al observers have discovered and published; so that he possesse d a fund of general knowledge calculated to prove useful when his wandering spiri t took him abroad into strange lands. Ned Skee n of impulsive, nervous temperament but a good friend of Jack's. N a t Kimball, an undersized fellow, whose hobby was the study of jiu-jit s u, and who bad a dread of germs. La fe Lampton a big, hulking chap, with an ever present craving for something to eat. Lafe always had his appetite along, and pcoved a stanch friend of our hero through thick and thin. Jubal Marlin Wilson C rane, P hil Kirtla nd, Brodie S trawn, some of Jack's friends connected with the gymnasium and the basebaJI club. Jerry Mulligan, a broth of an Irish boy, and one who believed Jack Lightfoo t the greatest ever. Delancy S helton, who loved to pose as a wealthy young swell. Reel S n odgrass a boy who recently came to Cranford from Ind ia. Li l y Livingston, Katie S trawn, Nellie Conner, some of the girls of Cranford. Mrs. Lightfoot, the dearest little mother in the world, according t o J:ick. CHAPTER I. T H E SC HEMES OF A YAN KEE. Two summer yo u ths, outwar d l y immaculate, came down t he walk that l ed fro m Cran ford to t h e lake, and in doing so passed t h e gym over t he o l d car ria g e s hop. They were R eel .Snodgrass and D e l a nc y Shel to n and they we r e dre s s ed exact l y alike-in wh i te duck trouse r s, c a p a n d s h oe s blue-flan nel c o a t dark-blue si l k s h irt, w ith jaunt y sailor t ie and russet belt to com p l e t e the n ea t and attra c tive a tti re. Apparen tl y t h ey h a d not a c a r e 111 the wo rld and nothing t o do but t o amus e the m se l v es; ye t a t tha t very m ome n t their brai ns were s eethin g with plans against J ack Lightfoot a n d the Cra nford n ine Jack was sitti n g with some of hi s friends 111 what J uba l M arli'n c a lle d h i s "offi ce," w hich w as a rai l ed


l ,\LL-SPORTS tIBR/1..RY. space in one corner of the gym, wiH1 a window over looking the street. Here Jubal, keen Yankee that he was, sat i n his lei sure hours, planning how h e could grow rich when he became a man; and the schemes that Jubal con cocted at various times were wild and wonderful enough. Beholding those natty summer youths, and recalling the exhibitions which Reel Snodgrass had g i ven of hi s hypnotic powers, Jubal began to lament the fact that this marvelou s boy from Bombay was not still a member of the nine. "Jist see what yeou l ost, by kicking him aout of it," he remarked to Jack. "We got rid or a sco undrel and a mischief-maker,., said Jack. "Well. he ain't honest, of course, fer he sold them signa ls that time; but if we'd been friendly with him, instid of rilin' him-kind of patted him on the back, yeou know-he'd took to us, I don't doubt, and he c o uld 'a' been a paowerful help." "Just how?" cried Lafe, who disliked Reel Snod grass apparently even more than Jack did. "vVell, naow, we c' d have got him to dew some hyp notin' fer us. An' we could have got him tew teach i t to us. I'd give a good deal tew know haow tew work that, you bet." Then he laughed. "F'r instance they say that when a feller's hyp' n'tized he'll do whatever the hypn'tizer tells him tew. \Ve could 'a' got him tew hypn'tize the hull nine of us, whenever we was abaout tew go intew a ball gamehypnotize us so's we couldn't miss, mebbe; eh hypno tize us so that the ball would l ook big when it was comin' tew us when we was at th' bat." He laughed again and shifted in his chair. "Er, he could hypnotize) mebbe, the catcher of the other nine, and cause him to give wrong signals all the time and have t'other nine so b a lled up they wouldn't know whether they was standin' on their heads or on their heels; or, hypn'tize their pitcher so's he'd throw the ball too high whenever he throwed to the bases. "Er, better y it, he laughed again, "hypn'tize the umpire so's he'd lean all the time to aour side when givin' his decisions. Ye se0 it could be worked a good many ways, and worked so's we'd allus be dead certain to win." Jack Lightfoot l a u;;hed a s hearti l y as anyone at the pictures J nbal had drawn. "There's just one danger, Jube, and you've forgotten it." "What's that?" "I don't know much about hypnotism; but Tom, who's been reading up on it sinc e Reel came, says that if anything should happen to the hypnotizer while he had a person under his influence-if the hypnotizer, for instance s hould die-the chances are great that the person hypnotized would never come out of the trance, or whatever other state rye had been put in. Jubal looked at him earnestly. "I don't see haow that'd cut ice here-in this plan o mine!" "vVell, your hypnotizer wo uld be found out some time and the other nine would simply kill him, and there our nine would be in that hypnotized condition forever after." Jubal laughed his heavy "Haw! haw!" for he saw uow that Jack was joking. "By granny if he left us in condition so that we jist natcherly couldn't lose games we'd be hot stuff in this league, er any other. \!Ve could plaow into the biggest leagues, by hemlock! and jist bu' st 'em wide open. Oh, say, I'd like to be hypn'tized that way and be on a nine that was in the same fix Goshfry we could make a mint of money playin' professional base ball!" "And we'd have our pictures in the papers," said Lafe, "and crazy reporters chasing us around all the time wntmg us up And the public would learn that Tom Lightfoot t oes in, and that J ube sleeps with his mouth open, and that I've got a mole on the back of my neck that I use for a collar buttop. Great stuff, fellows! We'll do it." "But I'm half in earnest abaout this," J ube pro tested. "Think what could be done if we had a feller on aour nine that could do hypnotin' Great g0v'nor, don't yeou see that we'd be on the winnin' side all the time? He could be hypnotizin' some feller in every game, an' work things right into aour hands." "He could put us in such a condition," said Lafe, "that Old \i\!agon Tongue would seem a s wid e as a tennis racket and the ball from the pitcher loom up like a wa htub. An

ALL-SPORTS LlBR .\RY. 3 "Yeou fellers air all us guyin me abaout my schemes, same's yeou guy Gnat Kimball abaout his germs and his jiu-jitsu; by gosh! there's somethin' in this one. It could be worked." "So, you think we made a mistake in kicking Reel Snodgrass out of the nine?" said Jack. "By granny! I dew. That feller is a wonder. See haow he come it over yeou that time, and haow he hypn'tized Phil Kirtland up at Loon Lake, that time \\ hen Reel got s hnake bit foolin' with the rattler he'd tamed."* "By jacks, he went on, "I wish I could learn it! And if that feller was friendly with us he'd teach it to us, don't yeou see. A nd he'd work tricks fer us agin' people. VI e could ha ve more fun than a box of monkeys with the thin gs he'd do. And as for money-well, seems tew me there'd be a mint o' money in it, fer him an' fer the hull nine, if it \.Vas worked right." Lafe laughed so much that he almost fell off the bench on which he had lazily stretched himself. "If you want money, Jube, go hunt up that old brass lamp that A l addin had, and anything you touch will turn to money." "Who's Aladdin? Never heard of him, anJ don't beli eve it, no haow. What kind of a lamp was this?'' "Didn't I say it was a brass lamp?" "Don't believe it," said Jube. "That's ji st a fool story. But there's somethin in this other." He looked out of the window for a second. "Naow, say baow would it do fer me tew try tew git on the good side of that feller? He ain't got noth in' 'specia l a g in' me as I know on, and mebbe I c o uld work it; mebb e I c ould heal over this 'ere breach be tween him and the nine and git him back on i t, and git him lew do some o' them things; and mebbe I could git him te w show me haow the trick is clone, yeou see By granny! I'd like tew tackle it." Then the boys laughed agam, for Jubal was this time seriously in earnest. CHAPTER II. THE MASCOT ON THE RUN. Delancy Shelton and Reel Snodgrass had gone down to the academy b oat h ouse, which stood close by the lake. There the academy boys kept their boats and oars, and R el, bein g privileged to u se them, a s an academy *Se e No. 20, ] ack Lightfoot in Camp. stu

L I LJB R _\RY The cat \Yas s omewhat like the blind kitten, being unable to see; but its smeller was in good working or der; and when Rex's nose came close to it and he opened his mouth for a grab, the cat gave a wild squaw! and reached for him, at the same time splitting the rabbit skin open and bursting out of it Her sharp claws struck Rex on the nose; and, then, before he could turn tail, she was on his back, biting and scratching furiously. It was enough to set any dog insane-to have a rab bit turn to a cat and come at him that way; and Rex, \\ith one wild yelp, struck a line for the street leading to Cranford, and went up it on the jump. The cat scudded, dragging the rabbit skin off as she new; and Reel Snodgrass and Delancy Shelton fell up against the boathouse door, roaring with laughter. "Oh-h !" screamed Reel, d o ubling up with his hands o n his st o mach. "I shall bu' st!" It was so funny to Delancy that he almost swailowed his cigarette, and he did swallow so much smoke that with the laughing, hi s eyes were made to weep s tream "That was great!" he yelled, slapping the door hys terically. ''Whoo-ee !" howled Reel. "Wouldn't Jack Light foot climb my collar if he saw that?" He recovered sufficiently to go to the encl of the boathouse, to watch the shepherd, as that frightened animal streaked it into town. "Running like a tin-canned purp he s airl, s till laughing. 'See him go-see him go! Wo w There goe s the ma s c o t. If Jack sees it he'll think it's gone mad or has a fit." Delancy cao1e to look, still shaking with g lee. Going like a house afire. S e e him hit it up! I'm IJe tting t hat h e'll be in the heart of Cranford i n t w o minute s by the watch. Oh, sec him go! Ba h Jove! I.mt h e' s a runner don't y know! Whe e See him tearing past the gym If Light fot 1 t see s that it will set him wild." "And if Brodie Strawn finds out about it he'll ham mer your face in." "He 'll not find out." "And if his sister Kate learn of it-well, your goose i s cooked with the Strawns, don't y' kn o w! Nothing m a kes that girl so mad as to have anybody tease that dog, don't y' know! Bah Jove I she seems to think more of him than of some people." "Of you, eh?" "Oh, I'm all right with little Katie dear, don't y' k n ow." The clo g was o u t o f s igh t at a str e et corner and if his wild flight had been observed by the boys in the gym they showed no sign of it. In truth, they did not see that mad run up the street, for at the moment their attention was drawn closely to another matter So deeply were they in terested that even if the dog had yelped as be passed the gym they probably would not have heard it. When Rex had disappeared and no one came out of the gym Reel picked up the clraggled rabbit skin, and threw it into the boathouse. "The cat ran t o ward the lake said Delancy "I guess-aw-s he drowned h e rself." "I wish I could make Jack Lightfoot and the whole Cranford nine run like that mascot did;'' said Reel with a trace of bitterness. Then his face took on sudden color. "Say," he said, "that s ugge s ts something! Delancy wa s lighting ano t h e r cigarette. Does it y' know? It sugge s ted a s treak 0 light ning to me. "Vl hy can't I work that s omehow t o s care the masc o t into a fit right in the middle o f a ball game ? Some of those fellows are such fools that if the ma s c o t w ent wrong in the middle of a g ame they'd lose tneir grip and not be able to do a thing. "Aw, you might get some fun o ut of it!" "More than fun." "If you didn 't-awget your hea d h amm r ed off by Brodie or Jack for foo ling with the ma s cot, don t y' know!" "I'd ri s k it and 1 belie v e I c an w o rk it." "Or if you didn't-awmake K ate S t rawn s o mad that s he wouldn't ever speak to you again!" "Wha t do I care for Kate Strawn?" Delancy looked at him through his clou d of s m o k e "Well-awdon t y kn o w I thou ght yo u di d ; I th o ught you did, y' know. A nd there's her brothe r a He took out hi s c igarette. "I s h o uld be glad, don't y' kn o w if you and h e w o uld mi x so me time, and you'd kn o ck hi s head off." "Becau s e he think s t o o much of Lily Livin gs t on?" "Just-aw-becaus e don t y know! He's so deuced in s ulting in hi s manner. "Yes, I kn o w he is, a regular black-faced thug, for looks. \Vhy, I've seen fell o ws in India with face s something like his, and they w e re chaps you'd want to keep away from." Delancy stepped to the corner again and looked up the street. The cigare tte almost dropped from his mouth. "Hello! he s aid, his pale blue eyes widen i ng. "One


ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 5 of them fellows is coming down here, don't y' know, to settle about that, perhaps! He seems to be coming in a hurry." With one jump Reel was at the corner and looking. "Jubal Marlin," he exclaimed. "What in thunder can he want? Maybe they saw the dog and have sent him down here to say something to us about it." CHAPTER III. A SURPRISING COMMUNICATION. The thing that had kept the boys in the gym from knowing that the mascot had gone by the carriage s hop like a streak of fire was a Jetter which Nat Kimball had brought down from the post office. It was addressed to the ranford nine. "From Cardiff," said Jack, when he saw the post mark. Then he tore open the envelope, and read, with all the boys grouping round him and reading with him: "To the CRANFORD BASEBALL NINE: "You know, of course, of the big fair and celebra tion which Cardiff is holding in honor of the fiftieth anniversary of the foundation of the city. 'vVe are having big crowds, and the exhibitions are first-class. We are making great arrangements for Saturday. In the first place, we have arranged for a balloon ascen sion to help draw the people out. In addition, we want to have a good baseball game. Our Cardiff nine has l ooked the field over, and this letter is lh e result You fellows down there in Cranford have made a reputa tion for yourselves; though I guess, of course, you know that, all right. You're wearing the belt in your Four-Town League, and you capped the sheaf when you went against Highland last week and gave them a whitewash. Everybody is talking about that game. Now, we've got a hot nine up here in Cardiff. We've played more ):>aseball than you have; but, nevertheless, you fellows seem to be pretty warm boys. And now to the point. vVe want you to play Cardiff in our fair grounds here on Saturday. \t\Te'll furnish passes on the railroad for your nine and substit utes, and your hotel bills won't cost you anything. In addition, the fair-ground management will contribute fifty dollars to your high-sch ool gym, as a gift. We promise to give you the freedom of the city besides, and keep you out of jail while you're having a good time. We think you'll enjoy the trip. Cardiff never looked pret. tier than this week. Wire us at once if you can come Don't fail-wire at once. RAY GILBERT, "Capt. Cardiff Athletic Club The b_oys were e:x;c;lairning their surprise in many keys and with many words. "Howling mackerels. we've got to take that in!" said Skeen, his eyes snapping "By granny] I think I'd like t o go!'' cleclated Jubal. "Cardiff i. a big place, and there'll be wads o' th ings to see there durin' the fair." "Can we beat the Cardiff nine?" Jack asked. "We can try," sai Skeen "I'll do my part," cackled Kimball. who generally played substitute and sat in the benches during a game. "If you don't win, it won't be my fault." "And about that money," aid Jack, "that fifty do l lars? Will the academy member of ou r nine be willing for it to go t o our gym?" "vVe can divvy with 'em, and let 'em have half fer their gym,' was Jubal's practical way out of this dif ficulty. "That twenty-five would pay off all the debt but fifty dollars," said Jack'. "And we raise the re s t be fore the summer is over." "We could do that dead easy," said Skeen. "Vie could get up some kind of a drawing game right here in Cranford and do that." "What do you say, Lafe?" Jack a keel, for Lafe had been silent. "Oh, any way su its me; but as for being defeated by the Cardiff nine, that wouldn't be any disgrace. They're hardly in our class, you know; and being be::i.t by them wouldn't trouble me any." As an answer was demanded at once, Jack and the other boys hustled out through the town, smnmoning members of the nine to the gym for a meeting which should settle the matter. Brodie and Phil came down to that meeting, and so did Tom Lightfoot, Wilson Crane and about all the others. Then the vote was taken-after a hot discussiou, in which it was decided that this acceptance and the game would not be a violation of the rules applying to ama teur nines-and Jack hurried a mesage to the telegraph office. It read thus: "Offer accepted. -will play you in Cardiff, Satur,,. J I day. ACK IGHT.FOOT. CHAPTER IV JUBAL AND REEL. It was while the other boys were drumming up the absent members that Jubal hastened to the ac ademy boathou e, having said he would go down by the lake and see if any members of the nine were there. He did expect to keep an eye o u t for m e m b er s of


6 ALL-SPORTS LIBRA RY. the nine, but chiefly he intended to loo k fo r Reel Snod grass. He found Reel, with Del a ncy, at the b o athouse. "Goin' to Cardiff Sat' d ay?" he asked, a g own ; a nd yo u h ave n t any money, anyway!


i\LL-SPORTS LIBRARY. ; "Don't be so gol clarned shore abao ut that!'' He thrust his hand into his pocket, and drew out some bills and displayed them Delancy regarded him with more intere st. "Where did you get that money?" said Reel. "Where' cl I git it? Goshfry, where do yeou s'pose? worked fer it--solcl o ld rags and old iron, run er rands, cut lawns when I had time, and a lot of other things. I was goin' tew bank this to-clay, but mebbe if you an' me make a clicker I won't b a nk the hull of it." "Got money ou t at interest. have you?" Delancy sneered "I wouldn't have thought it, don't y' know." "Well, I've got a little," Jubal c onfessed, modestly. "I'm add i n' tew it right a l o n g, tew. There's a good many thin gs yeou wouldn't think about, I reckon." "You expect to be rich somet ime?" Delancy sneered agam. "Yeou bet I do! I'll be there by an by, an don't yeo u fergit it." "What do yo u want me to do? .. aske 1 Reel, ey111g the money. J ubal put it away and returned to the a ttack. "Well, tew begin w i th, l 'cl like l o have yeo u do some h ypnoti n for that game Sat'clay. I'd like yeou to hypn'tize ornethin' er omebody so s we'll w in. Yeou might hypn'tize me, fr in tance so s I couldn't miss the ball!" He lau g hed Reel' s eyes brightened. "Jubal,'' he said. s ud den ly. "I'll tell you what I'll do! If the nine play Cardiff Saturday--" "They're goin' tew "You don't know. yet." "I'm 1 ett in' they do." "If they do, yon come to me at the Clarendon House there just before the game, and I'll do something for you." "\Vil! yeou, s hore?" "I will, s ure. "Fer haow much?" "I won't charge you anything." ''\ i\lhat's it tew be?" "I won't tell you until the time .. "By jack s I'll be there." His face was wreathed in a wide grin. "There's just one provi so "Name it." "You mustn't mention the matter to anyone between llOW and then TF you lo"-h e snappe d his fingers the thing is off .. "Mum's the word," said Jubal. "By granny! I'll be there!" "Some of the fellows are c o min g back to the gym ,'' announced Delanc y, who had at inter v al s been peeping round the corner of the b oa thou se. Jubal jumpd up. "I've got tew be gain', then." "Remember, if you speak of thi s to anyone, it's o ff! Reel warned, s harply. "Mum's the word," said Juba l as h e hurried away. "'i\That are you-aw-going to do t o the fool?" asked Delancy, looking after him. "Plenty of time to think that out between now and the time of the game." "He's an awful c ommon so rt, d on' t y' kn ow." "But bett e r than J ack Lightfoo t, fo r he doesn't pre tend to be anything, and littl e Jackie thinks he's the only leaf on the tree." "You wn't--aw-show him anything about hyp notism?" "I do n't know I may." "That's a devi l ish sort of power don't y' know I don't W?nt to h ave anything to do with it. It gives me t h e creeps, don't y' know, just to think of i t." D o n t think of it, then," s napped Reel. CHAPTER V. JACK'S TALISMAN. 1'he boy who doesn't love hi s mother is-well, the re i s so11elhing decidedly wrong with him. Jack Light foot loved his mother. He was very proud of her, 100, for this l ovab l e littl e m ot1'er was a very s upe r i or sort o f vvoman. In Jack's eyes she was h andsome, though the roses of youth were no longer in her cheeks, and her hair was streaked a bi t with gray. She had a s oft ste p and a soft voice. She had, too, the a bilit y to see t hi ngs fr o m Jack s sta n dpo int and so wa able to sympath i z e with him. Hence, it came that J ack always talked wit h hi s mother about his p l ans, about his s ports, anCt all the othe r things that e ither plea s ed or troubled him. he knew all ab o ut his daydreams also-those dreams f what he hoped to do when h e became a full-grown man. 'o, of ourse, s he kuew all about U1is invitation from q=ardiff al mo s t as soon as the members of the nine, for Jack told her about it when be went home Cardiff was a big man u facturing center, w h e re the


8 ALL-SPORTS LJD[\..\RY. wheels of bu s ine ss and tr:ide never see med to stand still. Mrs. Lightfoot's voice broke a little when Jack was telling her of the contemplated trip to Cardiff. Noticing that, he almost expected to see tears s pring to her eyes, but he did not. "Why, you don't object to my going there?" h e said. "No," she answered, it's not that, even if it is a big place." To Jack's surprise, she hurriedly quitted the room. But she was back in a moment, and now she held something in h er hand "It's not that, Jack," she repeated; "only it made me think of something I try not to think about very much." Jack looked his astonishment. "It makes me think of the other big places-of the big world-into which you will be going all too soon to suit me; that's what I mean, Jack. Of course, it will be right for you to go, and to do the things, get the education, and all the other matters we\ e talked about, and of course you can't understand just how I feel about it. So, don't notice it. But it seems to me I'm losing my boy, or will soon lose him. You're al most a man now-though you'd always be my boy, to me, if you were as big as Goliath; and so it just came to me, like a rus h of feeling, that going to Car diff was just the forerunner of your going to other places, and going out into the great world, where 1'11 almost lose you "Why, I don't like to have you feel that way," said Jack, d rapping into a chair and looking at her with moist eyes "Even when I go out into the world, if I ever do, you won't be losing me." "But you ll never be so close to me again, Jack; you can't come to me with your stories of the boys' plans a n d of your own, and all those little things, you know. You'll have to work them all out yourself, without a mother's advice And it will be weeks and weeks, and maybe months and months, and even years, perhaps, vvhen I shall not be able to see you at all." There were tears in her eyes, and she stopped to brush them away. Then she tried to laugh. "I'm just a foolish woman, Jack, that's all! I'm glad you're going to Cardiff. And, of course, you'll do your best there, as you always do, and if you don't win you'll know you did yourutmost, and that's the next best thing to winning; it's better than to win in a way that you ll regret afterward, or in a way that you can't be proud of. I wish I knew some one there to whom I could give you a letter of introduction, but I don't; so you'll have to go without that. Bul here--" She opened the hand that she had held tightly clasped, and to Jack's astonishment he saw shining there a tiny gold l ocket, with a threadlike chain. He stared at it. "I meant to surprise you with it; and I didn't intend to give it to you until your birth lay. And that com ing birthday is another thing that's been making me think h ow soon I'll lose my boy I got this bec ause of the birthday. She opened the locket; and there he saw, in one side, his mother's picture. In the other side were these two words, in a wreath of his mother's hair: I-I onor, kindness. "I'm going to give this to you, to wear in some in ner pocket of your clothing." Jack's eyes filmed just a bit when she placeEI it in his hand. "I want you to consider that your talisman-the thing that will protect you and bring you good fortune. It will make you think first of your mother, and then of the things that ought to guide your life-honor and kindness. If you are always honorable, and kind whenever it is at all possible to be kind, you have right at the sta rt, won the very best things you can po ssess. The other things will come, for you are ener getk and ambitious. "Now, Jack"-she put her arms round him-"I want you to keep this always, to remember your mother by and your old home by!'' And that "talisman" was in Jack's pocket when he set out for Cardiff with his nine. CHAPTER VI. DELANCY TAKES A PICTURE. The talisman was in hi s pocket also even before he started to Cardiff, being there while he was doing some athletic stunts clown at the old fair grounds, near the fair-grounds fence. Jack was in his baseball suit, and had come down there to do some practice work with hi s nine, the time being the afternoon before the Cardiff trip. He was much ahead of other members that af ternoon in time, and began to kick an old football that he had found under the grand stand. \Vhile thus engaged and su pp osing himself alone,


.\LL-SPORT, LlBR.\RY. C) Jack did not observe Del ancy Shelton, who came at that moment along the outside of the fence. Delancy heard the "thump" of the football, as Jack lifted it with his toe, and looking thro ugh the fence he saw Jack. "Aw," he said, "Lightfoot, don't y' know -our dear captain of the Cranford nine amusing himselfaw--with an old football!" Delancy had with him, under his arm, his camera. As he stood by the fence, looking through, Jack's pose, as he kicked at the ball1 attracted his attention. He unslung the camera, held it in position, by a wide crack in the fence, and then snapped it just as Jack kicked again at the football. Jack's talisman seemed not be doing its duty that day, for the pose in which Delancy caught Jack was one that could be used for sinister purposes, though at the moment even Delancy did not think of that. His only thought just then was that Jack had made an at tractive picture. No boy, or man, is all good or all bad. So it can be said quite truthfully of Delancy that even he, silly and inane as he was, had some good points. One was that he liked pictures and good pictures When he had gone home and developed the pictures on his films he found that the one he had taken of Jack, in the act of kicking the football, was a very good one, indeed_ He showed it to Reel, and was criticised and sneered at. "I couldn't look at the fellow twice," said Reel. "I'll look at anything that makes a good picture," Delancy answered, sharply, for sometimes Reel's dicta torial tones became irritating to him. The thought of this picture returned like a flash to Reel Snodgrass, the next forenoon at Cardiff, when a member of the Cardiff baseball nine was brought to the hotel on a window shutter, which served as a stretcher, and it was announced that he had been found in a vacant lot near the Cardiff ball grounds in a con dition of unconsciousness, and an examination had shown that he had been kicked heavily in the side and also beaten about the head. Jo one knew who did it,_ nor anything about it; and the unfortunate ball player could not tell himself, for he was unconscious. Reel Snodgrass became instantly deeply interested in this ball player. He pushed into the hote l with the crowd that fol lowed the str etche r and he contrived to be in the room to which the player was taken when the doctor who had been hastily summonecl arriYed Ree l's face had become white and his m anne r un easy. Anyone looking at him might easily have fancied that he was acquainted with something in conne c t i on with this singular occ u rn;nce, though, as a matter of fact, he had known nothing of it until the player was brought to the hotel. He listened anxiously for the statemen t of the doctor. "Ba,dly hurt," were the words he heard, "and he may not recover. A terrible bruise here, like that of a kick, and I think he has interna l injuries as a resu l t of it; besides, these wounds on his head are bad-very bad." The aroused members of the Cardiff nine began to express their wrath, and to make threats of what they would do if they could discover who tlfe misc reant was. Reel wanted to hint that it might b e Jack L ig h tfoot. He feared, however, to go t hat far witho u t a n y evidence whatever ..\fter learning all he could of how and when the attack on the player had been made, he hastened out to the piazza, where Delancy was poised in an easy chair smoking his inevitable cigarette. "Come with me!" said Ree l tapping him nervous l y on the shoulder." "\Vhy-aw," Delancy draw l ed, "what the deuce i s the hurry?" "I say come w ith me, and don't sit there staring." De l ancy rose and followed him. On the pavement beyond the hotel, well out of ear shot, Reel took Delancy by the a rm, and began to pour forth his idea in a flood of words, as they walked on together. "You recollect that picture you took of Jack Light foot yesterday?" "And of how you kicked about my taking it, bajl Jove! Yes, I'll not forget that." "Forget that part of it-about my kicking; for i f s going to be the greatest thing out, for us. Delancy took out his cigarette and stared. "Well," Reel went on, "you saw that ball p l ayer brought in, about half killed by some one?" "I saw that, all right." "I guess you're stupid, Delancy Don't you remem ber showing me the other day your collection of snap shot photographs? There was one in it of a ball playe r lying flat on the ground, where h e h ad fallen. Y ou ll


TO ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. reme mber the picture makes him l ook as i-f h e was unc ons ci o u s or

ALL-SPOi\.TS TT CranforJ nine can't play ball git's ut They was say in' ut, begobs, an' I'm lookin' fer 'um." I don't think they're in," said the clerk, eying that roll enviously. "So, you think the Cranford boys have a good c han ce?" "A good chanct?"' howled Jerr y "They're the sthoof !" Then he stepped out into the stree t saying that he would be back in a litt l e while. Delancy had returned a few min u tes before and was in his room upstairs with Reel, where he was showing the photograph he had made by combining two others. Both he and Ree l heard the wild boasts of the red faced Irish lad from Cranford, but they wanted to talk a bit before descend ing to meet him. Ree l was looking with great interest at the new photograph. "Delancy, you're a peach!" he c ried. "That's great!" As a work of photographic cleverness it was very good. For Delancy, taking the two photographs al ready mentioned, had produced from them one which showed Jack Lightfoot kicking a football player who was l ying prone and apparently senseless on the ground. The player's face was not visible, but his form was clearly outlined. As for the picture of Jack with foot uplifted deliver ing the kick-the football kick, mind you-that was as clear as day, and anyone could have recognized Jack at a glance. "It's really better than I expected to see it," said Reel. "Oh, this will do the trick, all right! Now, the plan is to have this put in the hands of the p o lice jus t in time for them to c o me t o the ball ground s a s the game is about to begin and snake Jack off to jail. That will throw the Cranford nine into fits, and they'll lose the game. Oh, it's a cinch Delancy and Reel were now rea d y to meet Jerry Mulligan, or anyone el e who had money to wager on Cranford. Opening the window, they motioned to Jerry, who was out in the street by the side of the hot el. Whurroo !" he y elled, a s s oo n as he saw them; and h e struck a rainb o w gait for the hotel do or. Soon they heard his heav y boots thumping on the stairs. Reel went out into the hall to welcome him, and c o nducted him into the room. "Bego bs, where h ov yeez been kapin yer delicate iaytures ?" cried the Irish l ad. "Oi've been lookin' the town over fer yeez The clark av this shebeen towlt me ye worn't in He dug clown into his pocket and prod uced the ro ll "There she is," he cried, slipping l:he b ill s t hroug h his fingers "Three hunderd dol l ars, a n i ve ry c in t a v it to go up an Cranfo r d." Reel laughed at Jerry's eagerness to part with so much good money. "Aw, where did you get it?" q u e r ied D e l ancy su perciliously, sitting on the w in dow l e d ge a n d p uffing his cigarette Jerry looked at him i nd i g n a ntly. ."This is Cranford money, d'ye mi n d-iv er y cin t a v it 'Twas give to me by a lot o' the b'ys to bet a n this game. Some av it's mine, and I w i s h that more av it was l 've got tin dollars and fifty cints in t h i s pot, and I wish it was tin hundercl, so Oi do. Now, yeez fellys put up or shut up Ye've been sayin' thin gs that make s me blood hot. Put up or shut up!" "Is it g o od money?" asked Del ancy, with a palpab l e sneer. "Is ut good money? H_ear the giraffe talkin'? Do Oi look loike a c o unterfeiter? It's betthe r mo n ey t h an ye can put agin' it. Do ye moind that, now T his is money collicted fro m bar-rel vvorrukin' mill hands a n d hard worrukin min ginerally, and av that don't mak e it good money I want to know ut. Ut's good money, an' I want to smack yeez in the j aw fer hintin' that maybe 'tain't." "Aw, I didn't know!" said Delancy, in tha t ta n tal izing tone. "Looky h.ere, Mis th er Shelton This m one y -he w ave d the bills-"wasn't made by grindin' dow n t h e poo r as O i' v e no doubt yours was." "The p oor w o uldn't be so poor if they'd be m o r e car e ful of their money," was Delaney's shot. "But I'll go you! What's the odds?" "Fiv e to three, ye was offerin' F ive hu nde r d a gin' thi s three hundr ed. If Car d iff wins ye take the po t an if Cranford wins the whole av ut's mine, d'ye un dher s tand ?" Delancy pulled out a roll and pee l ed off some bills. '"Wh o 's to be stakeholder? asked Reel. "The clark a v the hotel, begobs vVe'll have h im put ut in his s a fe till aft her the game." Then all went d o wn s tairs, where they found the cle rk al o ne; and, after ex plaining to him the terms of this wa g er, he wrapped it in pap e r and stowed it away in th e hotel safe. Having consurrimated this, Jerry ree l ed hilariou slY,


12 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. and happily out .into the bright sunshine of the stre.:t, and Reel and Delancy, following him shortly, took t h er way toward the Cardiff ball grounds. CHAPTER VIII. AT THE FAIR. Thi s l ast day of the Cardiff Fair was a great day, i n deed, to judge by the crowds that poured out to the grounds. As the hour for the balloon ascension drew on the ent ire popu lati on of the ci t y seemed to empty itself i n that direc t ion. Cardiff was filled with countrymen, too, for the fa i r had been a stro n g attraction to the rural com munit ies J a ck Light foo t and his nine and friends had gone earl y t o the grounds. T h ey were in Ca r diff to enjoy themselves, as well as to play ball. The Cranford girls, Kate Strawn and Nellie Con ner, had joined the boys at the hotel and walked with them down to the grounds, as delighted with the sights a n d sounds of Cardiff as the boys themselves. "If you don't win to-day," said Nellie, "you-" "If we don't win !" cried Jack, in a mocking voice. "Why, the idea! Of course we'll win." Yet Jack was not so sure of it. In truth, he was now rather reluctant to enter into this game with Cardiff. The lure which Cardiff had set before the Cran ford nine had been particularly attractive, and because of that Jack and his friends had accepted. But, from the first, Jack knew that the nine would have to meet one of the strongest teams in that part of the State. The Cardiff nine belonged to a large league; and Jack discovered, after his arrival in Cardiff, that the reason Cranford had been challenged was because no nine from the larger cities could be had to play against ardiff that clay. The Cardiff boys anticipated an easy walk-over, even though they were ready to acknowledge that in the small Four-Town League to which Cranford be l onged the Cranforcls had clone some phenomenal work for a yo ung n i ne of amateur .. But defeat Cardiff! Why, in their opinion, that cou l d not be clone by Cranford. There would be some lively ball playing, they were willing to admit, that would furnish sport and amusement for the spectators, a n d t hat was all they wanted. The victory, f course, was as good as cinched. all this, and understanding the odds against his nine, Jack was not in so jovial a mood as he seemed. He pretended to be very light-hearted and gay, pretended not to be thinking of the game at all, but it was in his mind every minute He could not get away from it, nor from the feeling that in going against Ca1diff his nine was wa lking almost to certain defeat. The other members of the nine seemed not to think defeat by Cardiff would be such a terrible thing; yet it would be distressin'g to Jack. He knew that Jerry Mulli"'an and some other of his strong partisans were foolishly trying to make bets on Cranford. Jack did not think they would succeed, un l ess at unheard-of odds. So he did not trouble so much about that, though he had cautioned Jerry. He might as well have cautioned a windmill in a high breeze. If Jack had been alone he probably would have into a blue funk. But being with friends, am] so forced to keep up an outwar l gayety, t he effort reacted on him and made him feel better. Still, his serious forebodings did not leave him. The fair grounds were already filled with people when Jack and his friends got down there. Crowds were swarming here and there, looking at the displays of fine stock and agricultural machinery, and at the shows that hacl everywhere blossomed forth, wh ere loud-v oiced "barkers" appealed to the people to spend their m ney in seeing the wonders hiclclen under the tents. Flags were Oying and bands were playing. It was a bright, joyous day. Even the su nshine seemed tn s mile in approval. The ran ford crowd was in a jolly m ood, and Lafe Lampton simp ly loaded his pockets with peanuts. The principal crowd was moving in the direction of the place where the balloon \\'

ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 13 One of them which they called N cd Skeen. was falling down on himself while trying to get a batted ball. "The balloon is over that way," said Kate, tugging at Nellie's arm. "I don t want to miss that. We can se e baseball at home." "Not as good as you' ll see here," said her brother Brodie. "Oh, yes, quite as good!" "Then we're going t o win this afternoon?" "Of course you are. Haven't I got the mascot with me?" The mascot was trotting on before, sometimes dodging back to get out of the way of hurrying feet, and he was a wonderful dog to behold, strung with fluttering ribbons, and wearing a s a s h emblazoned with the word, "CRANFORD." He had forgotten about the cat hid in the rabbit skin, and his friends knew nothing of it. So he was now a very bold and proud clog, ind eed, and seemed worthy to be the mascot of the n in e When they arrived at the balloon grounds, situ ated near the diamond, they found the crowd thick there. Neverthel ess, they pushed t h eir way through, un ti l they were clo e up to the balloon. "By granny, I'd like tew take a ride in that thing!'' said Jubal. "I've tuck rides in abaont everything else. Wonder haow it fee l s to go shootin' up into the sky in that?" "I'm wondering how it would fee l to come s h ooting down!" said Nellie. "I think I'd as soon stay on the ground," remarked Tom Lightfo t. "1n a first-class balloon, nmv, it would be different; but these flimsy things-wh y, a man takes hi life in his hands every t im e he goes up in one." "Why do tJ1ey do it, t hen ?" "For money." "A feller will do 'most anything fer money,'' s aid Jubal. "I'd go up myself and res! gitlin' daown, if the stakes was big enougl1 !" "What wouldn't you do for money, J ul>c Nellie asked. "Nothin', by granny; there ain't nothin' I woul

ALL-SPORTS LIBRA.RY. went flying round that she \ as hi s wife and that t he little girl was their child. She said someth in g to him at the same time laughing; and he nodded his head. Then he picked up the child, and hopping agilely to the basket set the child in it. "Oh!" cried Nellie, clapping he r hands to her ears as if. to shut out some awful sound. "\tVha t if the bal l oo n should get away?'' The child laughed and danced in the basket. After a little the man bent forward for the pur pose of lifting her out. The policemen seemed to have forgotten their duty in watching this little drama, and everybody was pushing forward again. Then there was a sudden loud snapping and crack ing as the rope-the main rope attached to the ground cable-broke with a loud report. This was followed by a wild scream from the crowd, as the balloon rose, dragging the men and boys who held onto it. Most of these, as the ba1loon pulled, let go the ropes, either in fear or because they thought the time had come to let them go. Seeing the peril of the child, the aeronaut leaped for t he ascending basket, but caught his foot in the ground rope and was thrown headlong. Then a form in baseball suit flashed through the air with the wi ld spring of a circus athlete. "It's Tom-To.m !" screamed Nellie Conner, clasp ing her hands. The balloon shot above the heads of the people, as the aeronaut tried to get on his feet and grasp the car. Then it leaped skyward. And there was Tom Lightfoot! In his wild dive to save the child he had reached the basket. As the runaway balloon thu s broke loose from its moorings, and soared aloft, Tom Lightfoot va s seen to clamber over the side of the swaying basket. A wild roar had broken forth, in the midst of which could be h eard the heart-piercing scream of the dis tracted mother. The balloon rose a lm ost like a rocket, shooting above the crowd with great velocity Tom Lightfoot was himself a most astonished and a.lmost frightened youth, as he found himself thus lifted skywa rd. IIe had never dreamed of taking an aerial Journey, nor had he a desire to do so, like Jubal. He had only acted on the natural impulse of a kind heart, when he aw the peril of the child. Tom had hoped to get to her and lift her o ut of the basket, as her father had intended doing. The rest had followed naturally. He had reached and seized the basket, and it had lifted him from the ground. Almost before h e knew it be was in the air, where a drop would have been perilous and even sui cida l and there was nothing to do but go ahead and see thi s singular adventure through to the encl. Even in the midst of his excitement he did not for get the child for whom he had taken that risk. She had been thrown to the bottom of the basket by the upward sw ing and she was now frightened and crymg. She was a beautiful little girl, with large blue eyes; but they were now filled with tears, vhich began to stream down over her face. "Don't cry, little girl!" said Tom, dropping to the bottom of the basket and hanging on for dear life. He was startled and alannecl. He would have been very much frightened but for the pressing need to do something which now moved him. "Don't cry, little girl!" he said again, and put his arm about her, drawing her close to him. He ventured to look over. The sight was enough to upset the nerves of anyone not accustomed to bal looning He see1-iied to be already at a tremendous height above the fair grounds. There was no apparent motion of the balloon. The g r ound seemed simply to be falling away from him at sickening speed. A great roar was rising from the startled and hor rified crowd, and the people seemed to be moving and stirring, as if some great paddle had been pushed down from the sky and was stirring them up as a cook stirs the contents of a great caldron. He could think of nothing else which the sight resembled. Merely to look down made him faint and dizzy, as it does many people to look from a height. But what was looking from the top of a church steeple, or some tall monument, or cliff, to this? He was high above the tree tops now, above the church steeples, above everything. From that high viewpoint the city of Cardiff to be built of pygmy houses, the streets were like lit tle lanes, with clogs, instead of horses, attached to toy wagons. He could hardly believe those little things were horses and that those antlike creatures in the streets were men.


A LIBR1\R T J -.) The breeze was swmgmg the balloon off o,er the fair grounds and over the town. He saw the people running and a great crowd pour ing thrcugh the fair-ground gates. Then the necessity of trying to do somethin g came lo him again. The child stared about a nd b egan to cry loudly. r e can't get down!' s he wailed. "Well, perhaps e can; and, perhaps, the balloon ill go down itself in a little while Are you the bal loonist's little girl?" "Ye-yes! s he sob bed. "\Veil, I e al vays came down, when h e went up. Everything that goes up must come down." He smi led and tried to laugh; but he didn't f e l like laughing. The balloon seemed not to be rising so fast now. Tom ventured at intervals to look over the s ide of the ba s ket. In a littl e while the balloon passed to the other side of the town. Before him he saw woodland. The ground looked level, yet he knew it was cut with hills. The road s see med threads of white and gray. Then, still rising and striking a cotmter current of air, the balloon was swung back toward and over rhe town. "vVe're going back toward the fair grounds," said T o m, when he observed this. "Thafs good, isn't it? It will take us right back where we came from.'" The child seemed to be cheered somewhat by that. And indeed it did seem even to Tom that the balloon was drifting toward the fair grounds. At any rate, i t was moving back across the city, in a higher current of air. CHAPTER IX. THE FALL OF THE PARACHUTE. As the balloon thus swung across the town of Car diff and drew again near to the fair grounds Tom Lightfoot was given as great a fright as he had ever received in his life. He heard a tearing sound somewhere in the balloon en v elope over his head 1 The pres sure on the envelope, which had been used a long time and was not in the best condit i on, was too much, and some weak seam was ripping. He heard it again-that tearing s0und-as he looked up at the big bag. His hc::trt enl i n to hi s 1.1ouih. as he s aw one of th earns of the bag slowly opening. He sprang to h i s feet then, holding by the ropes, and stared with blanching face at that om inous rip. A cros s seam, \Nhere a patched place showed, stopped for a time the tearing. I.mt there could be no telling when the whole ball oo n oulc\ ri]A a s under and he and the child be Anng to ihe ground. more than a thousand feet below. Tom Lightfoot was a youth po se eel of rare c o ur age, but hi s h eart was hamm ring i n his throat now and he se emed o n the p o int of suffocating, while that horrible fear o f being lmrl cl to death oppres s ed him For a few seconds he w::is di zzy. I -Iis bead seemed to spin round like a top. Then h e recovered control over him se lf He remembered the parachute-in fact, it had been in hi s mind a goocl deal though h e had not thought of venturing on anything so startlin g or perilous as a plunge from the balloon in it. Now he beg:lll t o see that if he e sc::iped fro m the balloon with hi life it must be by m eans of that same parachute. And he had not a econd to lose for at any instant the balloon might rip itself open and s hoot him and the child into space. While studying the balloon and the parachute on the ground, Tom had noticed how the latter was attached to th upper ropes by a knotted cord, the end of which hung down now, swaying within reach o f his hand, while the parachute itself hung against the side of the bag. There was a tiny basket, large enough for the aero naut to set h i s feet in, at the bottom of the parachute. "If I could put her in that!" he gasped. Without further ado he caught the child up in hi s arms, as another tearing sound came from the balloon bag, showing that the process of ripping had started agam. The child squirmed and \\'anted t o be set down "T'm going to pufyou in that littl e nest right there!' he cried. He swung out perilously over the basket caught the lower tip of the parachute, and drew it in. He placed the child in it, with a rope about her vaist; and then swung in himself, standing in it above her, with a foot on each -side of her. This tipped the balloon frightfully, apparently in creasing his already terrible clanger. There was a prayer on the lip s and in the heart of.


:\LL-SPORTS LlHJ<.\l' 1 hone s t T om Lightfoot, as he t ook this dangerous, yet necessar y, step. The parachute bumped once against the side of the ball oon bag, and then hung suspended, as the balloon tipped still more. Tom fumbled at the cord which held the parachute. There was again a loud cracking above, and to his horror he saw the rent in the balloon bag opening swiftly The bag began to collapse, and he had a feeling that already the balloon was falling. Then with wild and desperate energy, and with that prayer for help thundering in his very soul, he tore ne rvous l y at the cord that held the parachute. The cord was knotted, ready for this act, and the slipknot came loose as he jerked. And then-Tom's heart seemed to stop its beating and his sight blurred, while his breath seemed to be s uck ed suddenly away from his pinched nostrils. He had torn the parachute from the ripping balloon, and it was falling-falling-falling! Tom choked with the very thought of that awful drop through space, a drop so swift that he could not breathe, a drop so wild that made him blind and giddy. Suddenly, with a loud, snapping and cracking, the parachute swooped open, like a big umbrella. The terrible descent, which was like the fall of the tick of a rocket, was checked. The parachute had op ened, when it seemed to Tom it would never do its Juty. He had fallen but a hundred feet, yet to him the distance had appeared much greater, the time had seemed so long! Have you never jumped from a beam ove r a hay mow, and been startled to find how much longer it took you to reach the hay below than you had thought it would? Or, made such a jump into the water from a diving pier or cliff? If you have had such an ex perience, you will be able to realize in some small de gree how i t felt to Tom Lightfoot to drop like a stone through that hundred feet of space high in the air over the fair grounds. It was a horrifying experience, suc h as people have claimed sometimes turns the hair gray. The child was in the tiny little car at Tom's feet, and the car seemed no more than big enough to hold her. He was standing up, clinging desperately to the ropes. But he could breathe again, and his reeling brain cleared when. the swift descent of the parachute slowed down. It seemed to him, afterward, that if that wild drop had lasted for a brief time longer he should have lost consciousness and fallen. Now his breath and his strength, his clarity of mind and his hard common sense, came back to him. As the descent of the parachute became even more gentle, the people and the buildings, and the ground below him, appeared to be floating up to him, rising something like a swift tide. The vast area of houses and land, of streets and country roads, had marvelom ly contracted, while the people and buildings below him grew larger, and rose apparently through the clear air to meet him. Then he could plainly hear the people cheering. He saw flags waving, and the shouting of the multi tude was like the roar of the sea. Then-it was like a welcome back to happinesshe heard the band playing. It had started up its music to cheer the shouting people. Tom stooped in the tiny basket of the swaying parachute. He could not kneel down in it, and could only squat, or bend, over the child. "We're coming down all right now," he said, and his voice trembled. "We'll soon be down to your papa and mamma." The parachute dipped and floated still lower, jerking along with a swaying motion. The outer fair-ground fence was just beneath, and he had already passed over the cheering crowd. Behind him now was that roar of many voices, and saw the excited cro wd running after him. Then he saw something else, and it gave him a start. It was the balloon itself, falling like a rocket out of the sky. Relieved of the weight of himself and the child, the balloon had shot up again for a short distance: until, all the sustaining power having gone out of it, the whole had toppled over and fallen like a broken winged bird. Tom shuddered as he beheld it shooting downward. What if he were still in that balloon basket? What if there had been no parachute, or he had not been able to use it in time? The very suggestion made him tremble. He saw the balloon and basket strike within the fair-ground fence and saw the people running toward it. Then the parachute shot on over the fence. but still falling; and, looking again, Tom saw, in the forefront of the crowd that was running like mad t@ward him, some boys in baseball uniforms.


ALL-SPOl-{TS LlRR \RY. r7 They were the Cranford boys. Then the fence hi cl even these from sight; and after a few gentle, bobbing movements the parachute struck the ground, tilted over and began to drag along; but Tom was out of it, and lifting the child out. The parnchute collapsed and fell over on the grass, jus t as the baseball boys, with Jack at their head, came pouring through a gate in the fence, running toward Tom. "Hooray!" they yelled, wildly. Then Tom was surrounded by them; and the little girl was again cryin g, while at th e same time she tried to laugh and to feel that she had escaped something dreadful. As for Tom, he knew that he had made the m ost miraculous and marvelous escape of his life. He put his arms round Jack's neck, and tears came into his eyes, as he felt himself hugged cl ose up to Jack's exultant body and heard the Cranford boys chee ring. CHAPTER X. JUBAL BECOMES A VICTIM. The ball game did not take place for more than an hour after that, though it had been checluled for its beginning immediately after the balloon ascension. But affairs do not shape themselve s readily according to program, after such an event as had occurred that afternoon. Tom Lightfoot and the baseball boys found them selves surrounded in a few minutes by a clamorous crowd, through which came the aeronaut and his wife. Even the fallen b(;llloon in the fair grou nds could not keep the crowd within the grounds, nor c o uld the fear that they would lose what they had paid for admission; they streamed out through the gate. The surging crowd broke it clown; and after that it was so impossible to tell who had paid admission and who had not that the fair officials threw the gates of the grounds wide. ope n a nd permitted all to enter. The woman and h e r husband cried over the girl, and the aeronaut took Tom by the hand and shook it until it seemed that he would pump Tom's arm off. His voice was choked and his face white, showing the mental anguish he had passed through. "You're the pluckiest boy, and the most quick witted and clear-headed, that I ever saw!" he cried, whi le he was performing that pumping. Tom wondered what the aeronaut would say if he knew how scared he had been and how blind and dizzy he had felt when the parachute made its awf ii drop. And he reflected that the drop w hich had been so terrifying to him was as nothing to this man, who had made it many times, and was r eady to make it again any day for a small money consideration. Everybody else was declaring h ow much of a hero T om Lightfoot was, until, if Tom had not be en l eve l headed, he might have felt puffed up over the p erformance of the afternoon. Tom was not conceited. He had escaped in the most wonderful manner, t seemed to him; and he wou ld not have gon e through the same experience again for all the money in the Cranford bank. He said so quite frankly to the Cranford boys, who crowded about him, glorying in his good fortune and his courage. Delancy Shelton and Reel Snodgrass heard the comments of the crowd. They, too, had drawn near, to see the one who had made that wild parachute drop. But they did not come forward w ith their congratulations. "There's only one thing I'm g lad about in that," said Reel, "and that is that it wasn't Jack who did it. He's so stuck up now that he would have been insuf ferable, if he had done that." "Aw, don't y' know," said Delancy, sucking at his everlasting cigarette, "that was-aw-really a great thing!" "Simply blind luck!" said Reel. "It wasn't-aw-blind luck that made him pull the' parachu te loose when the balloon went to pieces." And this appeared to be so true that Reel was si l enced. Out by the fence they eame upon Jubal Mariin, who was telling a crowd of listening strangers what a won derful youth Tom Lightfoot was, anyway, on general principles. According to loyal Jubal, Tom was the most marvelous boy ever born, with possibly the ex ception of his cousin Jack. As soon as they cou l d get Jubal away from this gaping crowd, Reel asked him why he had not come up to the hotel, as he _had agreed. "I waited for you up there quite a while," sa id Reel. Jubal grinned in his wide-mouthed fashion. "By granny, I hain't had time," was the answer. "Come out there by the fence-over there where there isn't anybody-and we'll talk about that." L ;>'' "Abaout that hypnotin', yeou mean. "Yes."


Jubal grinned again. For a second he hesitated. with Reel Snodgra s. Then he walke l aside "What is it yeou're goin' tew do?" Jubal asked, when h e and Reel were ont where he was sure they were unobserved. "You wanted me to do ome hypnotizingso that your crowd would win the o-ame." "But I've been thin kin' that over," ob j.ected Jubal, "and I don't reckon I want yeou tew hypnotize me. Tom Lightfoot ays that if the :feller that clone the hypnotin' was fixed so's h e ouldn't lake the spell off, the feller thal was hypn'ti. zed might never ome aout of it. By hemlock, I don't vvant to run the resk of goin raouncl hypn'tized all the rest of my life." "Tom Lightfoot's a fool!'' "No, he ain't, hy gravy; he's abaout the keenest feller in all Cranford, and he knows a lot." "He doesn't know anything about this." "And yeou told me that yeou didn't." "Well, l don't know much, but I can show you a :few things. And I clon't intend to hypnotize yon, but lo show you how you can put a spell on some o! the other players so that they'll do what you want them to." This was the thing that Jubal craved, some knowl-edge of the secrets of hypnotizing. That appealed to him. "A feller might make money sellin' this, I reckon?" "Sure!" said Reel. "l've made money at it myself.'' "Then I'll go yeou. Show me haow some of it"s clone." Reel took out the little disk-shaped ob_ic;:ct. like a bright coin, which was fixed to the encl of a handle, so that it could be whirled rapidl y and set it to whirl mg. "Now, this thing is what you use. I'll lend it to you. You get the fellow you want to put into a trance, or whatever y ou may call it, to look steadily at that, and you w hirl it just that way; and by and by he'll do what you want him to, and at the ame time you can make it seem lo other people that he isn't unde r any spel l at alt / "I'll tell you how I came to know about this. It was in India. You know I was brought up there by a Hinclo o magician and hypnotist. He taught me evefything I know about it." Reel was talking, apparently telling the story of his life in India and explaining to Jubal how he could use pose i f keeping anyone who might chance to be near from hearing him. And Jubal was so much interested, believing that here he was getting some valuable secret, that before Jubal guessed or dreamed what Reel 'vas up to that st range, sleepy feeling which he could not shake off had come upon him, ancl then Reel had him. After a little, and a keen look into Jnbal's now tar in g eye, Reel snapped his fingers. Jubal seemed to be asleep, sitting there with his eyes wide open. "When that ball comes toward yo n it will look larger than any football and if you don't get out of the way of it it will hit you. "J-\ncl when you're r1elding, it will not on ly be very big but it will c me so swift that you can't hold it. and be so heavy that you can't thro v it to do arw goocl." Then he snapped bis fingers again. "And when you come out of this you'll not remember anything about it, except that I told you some things about hypnotism which you're going to try sometime." Then he snapped his fingers again sharply, in a different way, clapped his hands smartly together, and Jubal's manner changed. "By granny, yeou don't seem to be explainin' that clear," he said, looking foolish, for he felt that he had been half asleep, but had roused and \Vas now wide awake. "That's all I can tell you thi s time," said Reel, drop ping the disk into hi own pocket. "The game's going to begin now, and you'd better hurry." And J bal, feeling that somehow he had been fooled, yet not knowing how, and not at all knowing that he had been put under any sort of spell, left the place and hurried toward the diamond. CHAPTER XL JU1BAL AND REX. 1 he game was on. Jack Lightfoot had pulled his courage together. Tom at first had thought that he was too nervous to play, but as the time went by he felt better, and in re sponse to Jack's urging announced that he would go into the game. All the boys of the nine had been made somewhat shaky by the balloon incident. Yet Jack's talk with them bad not only aroused in this power in the ball game. lhem a determination to play to win, but had elevated He talked rapidly_ in a low vGice, as if for the pur-; Jack's own courage.


LL-SPORTS LIBRARY. It often happens that way. The mere declaration that you can do a thing, and an endeavor to feel t hat you can, is a great help. Then the game had opened, with these names i n the hands of the umpire for the batting lists. The choice of posit i on had been given to l:ranford, and they had gone first to the bat: CRANFORD. Tom Lightfoot, 1st b. Brodie Strawn, 2d b Mack Remington, rf. Lafe Lampton, c. Ned Skeen, s s Phil Kirtland, 3d b. Vv ilson Crane, cf. Jubal Marlin, lf. J a ck Lightfoot, p CARDIFF. Ray Gilbert, c. Tony Lamb, rf. John Brown, r s t b. Bradford Camp, 2d b Leslie Lee, ss. Tige Murphy, p. L i nn Corbell 3d b. Tom Spencer, lf. Cav e Clifford cf. ln the first inning J ack had hit a batter and given him a pass to first; then had struck out one man. Then he had gone wi l d with his spit ball; and the re sult of the inning was one run for Cardiff, and nothing but goose eggs for Cranford. This had not been changed when the third inn ing opened and Jubal Marlin came first to the bat. In left field Jubal had been given nothing to do. While sitting in the benches he had seemed unusually quiet, but in the excitement of watching the game his friends had not noticed this. N ovv he wa l ked to the bat, not swinging two bats as was his custom, and faced the pitcher without his old time laugh. Tige Murph y, the Cardiff pitcher, was a red-faced, bullet-headed chap, whose temper was as warm as his complexion He was Irish, and, aside from his fiery temper, a good fell ow and a good pitcher. The first he sent across the plate for Juba l was a hot one straight. Instead of striking at it Jubal jumped back. The ball had been close in, and Jack and the other boys naturally supposed that Jubal had to jump to keep from being hit, and had no wis h to be struck by a ball so swiftly thrown. But the next ball, which was a wide curve, Jubal jumped from in the same way, when it could be seen that he had no reason for doing so. "Steady, Jube !" Jack warned. One strike and one ball had been called, and even the c atcher was laughing at the idea of Jubal jumping away from that wide ball. The next was over the plate, and was slow, but J ube j u mped away from it just the same, and throwing down the bat lo u dly declaimed against Murp hy ''You re a lobster M u rphy fired back at him: Sta n d up t o the pl a t e ; I'm puttin' the balls all r ight." "You're throwin' 'e m ri ght a t m e J ube de clar e d, hotly. "I appeal to t h e ump i re, b y j a c ks, if he a in' t throwin' 'em right at me? An' that ball ain't n o b a ll tew play with, nohaow; it 's as big as a bucket. "You' re bug house!" shouted the Carel iff catc h er. Some of the boys were l a ughing a t Jubal, thinking he was just chaffing; but Jack b egan to wo n der. He stepped over to Jubal. "Has Reel been fooling with yo u?"' h e dema nde d "Nit, be ain't," said Jubal. "If th ey'll t a k e a r egu l a r baseball and not that t h ing, and t h row it right I can git it; but I ain't goin' tew be k i lled by th a t t h ing In the grand stand two young fellows were laugh ing heartily. They were, of cou rse, Reel and De l ancy; and they were sitting near the Cranfo r d g irls, Kate and Nellie, who were seated with Lily L i v in gsto n a nd h e r m o th e r, Mrs. Livi ngston acting as chapero n fo r t he three. The "mascot" was there in the grand stand close by Kate, and he seemed to be watching t h e gam e w ith as m u ch interest as any person, bark ing n ow and then when the Cranford cheer rang ou t. H e fairl y glitter e d in ribbons. But now the mascot took a funny freak. He began to whine ne r vously, and c row d ed close against Kate. Then, all at once, with a howl, he l eaped from the g r and stand and started, with all his rib b ons flu tte r ing and with his tail between his legs, for the batters' plate, where stood Jack Lightfoot. Underneath his coat, secure l y hidden, Reel had t h e rabbit skin, having brought it with him from Cran ford for the purpose. He hacl bunc h ed it in to shape, making it look somewhat as it did that day clown by the boathouse, and then, slyly lifting his co:it h ad l e t the dog see it. No doubt Rex expected a cat to po p a g ain fro m under that rabbit skin and d i g at h is eyes A n yway it must have been to him so crazy a thing, for a cat to look like a iabbit, that h e was throw n on c e m o r e i nto a panic. Jack was talking to J ubal Marlin, w h e n t he mascot flashed toward the plate in his flutter ing ribbons. Rex stopped close by Jack, cowering, w ith tail between his legs, and set up a mournfu l howl. A wild roar of yell s and laughter swept across t h e ball grounds. Many k n ew t hat thi s dog w a s the m as cot" of the


20 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. Cranford nine, and others must have been informecl of it by those fluttering ribbons and that wide bit of ilk bearing the .name of "Cranford." The dog howled and crouched, and i:iot until Jack had stooped and patted him on the head would be venture to go to benches. Wilson Crane tried to conduct him back to the grand stand, where the girl sat in much confusion; but whenever Wilson tried to do that Rex howled again and showed a disposition to run away. Jack was covered with confusion. He could not m-ir clerstand it, and his rather fair face was as reel as fire. As Jubal faced the next "bucket-sized" ball that came him, and jumped' away from it again, there was a wild mix in the grand stand, into Fighting Saul Messenger had leaped, and where he was pounding the face of Reel Snodgrass. He had been watching Reel all clay, hoping for a fighl: and as Reel shifted on the seat, laughing, Saul had seen the rnbbit skm. That was enough. Jumping to conclusions, he "jumped" Reel with great promptness. Saul hardly knew whether he was right or wrong in doing this, but that made no difference; he wanted to "hammer" Reel, and here was the opportunity, and he was hammering him good, when an officer appeared and dragged him away. The grand stand had been thrown into wild excitement; but Saul cared nothing for that; and as the office1 led him away, under arrest, he howled exult ingly to Jack and the other Cranford boys: "It was Reel Snodgras He had some kind of skin under his coat and scared the clog with it: but T pounded him. He can take that skin now and make stichng plaster for his face. That was worth a fine, all right, all right; and-say-/ !mow you fellows are g o ing to win the game!" \\'hat more Fiioohting Saul bellowed was drowned in the roars of the crnwd, for the officer was jerking him along with no kindly motions. H eel and Delancy were hastily vacating their seats in the gralild stand. Reel's face was streaming with bloo d, for Saul had struck hi ( m with all his might; and Delancy was panic-stricken and as white as a sheet. They were swallowed up in the crowd and were out of sight. CHAPTER XII. THE ONLY WAY TO WIN GAl\1ES. Jack Lightfoot acted with his customary prompt ness. He saw that omething was the matter with Jubal, and he suspected the hyp11otic tricks of Reel Snod grass, remembering Jubal's talk in Cranford of his desire to investigate that singular power. Hence, he promptly laid off Jubal, and put little at Kimball in his place in left field. Then, when Phil Kirtland ,began to pour out a lot of abuse-for Kirtland didn't like the way Saul had attacked Reel Snodgrass-Jack laid Phil off with equal suddenness, and put the lively Irish boy, Con nie Lynch, on third bag. Phil gasped with astonishment, and began to give Jack a "piece of his mind." "That's all right, Kirtland," said Jack, his grayblue eyes flashing ominously. "We're here to play ball, and we're going to win this game, if we can do it! J nbal made a fool of himself and you're doing the same thing. vVe won't talk about this now. Some other time." He walked away, leaving Phil gasping like a fish out of water. Phil would not have believed'-that Jack would do that, which only goes to show that he did not understand Jack Lightfoot. "Are you going to stand that?" he asked of Brodie. "Are you g oing ahead in the game?" Brodie hesitated for a moment. "Yes, he said, to Phil's surprise, "I'll play I want ranforcl to win." "Btit she'll never win, with Jack Lightfoot running things as he is now." "She'll have a better chance if I play," said Brodie, sturdily. "We're ready,'' Jack announced to the umpire, who bad stopped the play when the clog epi s ode opene

ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 2I But, in the meantime, Jack had onc e m o re got con trol of himself an

ALL-SPORTS LIBRA RY. att empt e d what k i nd of a ball was to b e d elive r ed t o Phil in t h e team, w h e n h e was in a C[Uarre l so me th e b a t -the r e was n o w ild g u ess w o rk a b out anything. mood wa s a weakness, a n d it w as a k i ndne s s t o t he T he nine w as thu s m a d e a m a chin e w hich did the will nine t o e limin a t e t h a t wea kn e s s J ack h ad done it l of th e o ne i n con tro l of it a nd th a t o n e w as the c a p -very pro mptl y P h i l had not got over b eing surpri s ed tain Wit h all the se t h i n gs, ga mes m ay b e l ost fo r t he re a re so man y uncertain tie s i n base ball ; but the nin e t h a t ha s the s e thin gs will win m o r e tha n t wi c e as ofte n as the nine that hasn't t hem. And th e p ro p or ti o n ca n sa fely b e pu t even hig her th a n t h at. Of c o ur s e it i s assum e d in all thi s t hat the mn e kn o w h o v v t o pl a y ball, a nd are up i n the rules of the g ame ; that they are good b a tt ers, runn e r s a n d fiel ders that the b a tt e r y i s rea so nabl y strong. All these elem e n ts of strength t h e Cranford nine n o w had. They did n o t h a v e them at th e o p ening of t h e ba se ball sea so n ; bu t c o n s t ant practice und e r so thoro ugh and con s cientiou s a l e ad er a s J a ck L i g h tfoot had given them the se t hin gs. In th e sec o nd h alf o f th e fift h innin g Jack hav in g reg ained con t ro l of hi s errati c a n d of ten trea c herous s pit ball u sed it w ith s uch effect tha t not a h i t was m ade b y Ca r diff. A n d the c ourage of h is nine we n t s till hi g h e r. There wa s a n oth e r thin g, to w hich prope r at t en. t i o n h as not been give n a n d th a t wa s t h e t a l i s man Now, of course, t he m e r e wea rin g of any thin g, be it lock e t o r w h ate ver it is, will n o t con fe r o n a b o y a bility t o pla y b all Nothin g o f th e kind i s cla i med But that l o ck et, w ith hi s mo th e r' s picture m o n e s i d e and tho se word h o nor" a n d "ki ndne s s w r eathed in hi s m o ther' s hair in the o t h e r s ide did w o n d e r s fo r Jack Lightfoo t in t h is ga me, now that he bega n to pull h i m s elf a nd his tea m t ogether. He h ad not l o oke d at t h e l o cket s in c e r eac hin g Cardiff but t h e th o ught a b o u t th a t yet. The sixth i n n ing opened and li ttle Gnat having fa n ned out Jack Ligh tfoot came to the p l ate and s m ash e d the ball on the n os e fo r a tw o -ba gge r a n d wa s brought h o me b y a n other two -ba gger ma d e b y his cou s i n Tom. T hen Brodie after being near l y s truck out b y T i g e Murp h y, hamm e r e d the b all to t he fairg r o un d fence, a nd n o t only cam e hom e him se lf but dro ve T o m a h ead o f him. T h ree run s had be e n brought in b y t hat bunch o f h a rd and sure batte rs, a nd C ranford h a d at a b o u n d p asse d C ardiff t o th e bew ild e rm ent a n d a s t o ni s hment of t ho se v e t e ran b all p l a y er s a nd t h e s p e ct a t o r s who crowd e d th e b all grounds A n d the s core was now five t o three m favo r of C ranford. CHAPTER XIII. THE PLOTTERS. Out by t h e end o f the b l eachers, sta n d in g o n the ground wh e re th e crow d wa s t hinne s t bu t w h e r e they c o uld watc h ever y m ove of t h e ball game, were Ree l Sn o d g r a ss an l D e l a nc y S h e lt o n Reel had wip e d t h e b l oo d fro m hi s face but his c hee k s h o wed a brui s e a nd t h er e w a s a bla ck se m i circ l e u nder o ne eye De l anc y w a s m o kin g his in e vit a b l e ciga re tt e w don't y' kn ow, it 's d e uced queer! '' De l ancy dra w l ed a t in te r ya ls. "Somethin g's mi s cued so me w h e re, s aid R e el w h o was apparentl y ver y ne r vo u s th a t he had it w as eno u g h They wer e ta l kin g i n l ow t ones o f the e x p ected a r The fac e of his m ot h e r wa s an i n s pirati o n He rest o f J a c k Li ghtfoo t a n d c o uld n o t un de r s t a nd w h y kn e w tha t a t home s h e was thin k i n g of him a n d wi s hing h i m t o win. He h ad ac t e d h onorab l y a n d h e h ad tried to act kind ly Even in his app a rent har s h ness to Phil K ir t l and kindne s s h ad b e e n a t t h e b otto m o f it -kin d ness t o t h e nine. it had n ot tak e n pla ce. Re e l had se nt th e fa ke d photog r a ph to the police b y spe cial post office d e l i very, thu s making s ure that it w ould b e t a ken s t raight t o th e m a s so o n a s it was dropped in to t h e post office.


ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. ').., -,) He had acted, h e thou g h t, with extreme cautiGJn. The letter accompanying the photograph showing Jack kicking a ball player had not been written, but made up of pa tecl words and letters cut from newspapers. The police ought to have arrived for the purpose of arresting Jack long before this, and Reel and Delancy could not unclerstanJ why they delayed. The delay maJe them nervous : :mcl uneasy, lest something hacl reveale 1 who the senders of the letter were. In the midst of the e i g hth inning-and in which Cardiff set th fans to roaring h y some bri lliant work and a duulJle play that pnlled two runners over the plate and tied the score-Reel's heart was made to jump by seeing two men in police officers' clothing come upon the diamond and walk np to Jack Lio-ht foot. ".\h! they\ come for him al Inst!'" gasped Reel, l1is face flushing. "Aw, T bcli \ e they ha\e. don't y' know !'1 "Ti's time." "Deuced s l ow they've been!" "But they'll take him now, a n d that will tear the nine to pieces. Lafe will go up in the air like that balloon, and all the rest of them will feel so rocky that they can't do anything. "Yes, they're going to take him! Bah Jove, they re walking right up to him! I was beginning to think my money was gone again, and that I was a foo l don't y' know, 'fo r making that bet." "But you're safe now-Cranford can't wi n now." "If I'd lost I'd been in an awful hole don't y' know. It would make over a thousand dollars lost inside of ten days." "\\'hat's that to you ?" sai d Reel, with a sm ile. "Bah Jove, don't y' know, it's a good deal-everything Father g i ves me only five hundred a don't y' know. I had to borrow money after that other game, and I'd have to do it again if I lost this. "Oh, but you're all right, Delancy!" whispered Reel, jubilantly, rubbing his hands together. "This will put that nine into an awful flutter." "They'll take him, y' know, and put him in jail, bah Jove, with that other rascal-with Saul Messenger!" Reel could almost feel hi s face ache when the name of Saul Messenger was mentioned. "I wish they' d have to stay in there together until they' cl rot !'' "Bah Jove, you've got a temper, y' kn ow!" said De l ancy, with evident admirati on. T h e n having dropped hi s cigarette in hi s excite m ent, he fished out another and cratched a match cleverly on the leg of his trou:er s The officers were speaking t o Jack. He turned from the nine and \\0alkc

_\LL-SPORTS LIBR 1\RY. Ned Skeen was at the bat As Jack sat in the benches watching Skeen. h e took from his pocket the talisman "Queer about this!" he said, speaking to Tom in a low tone. "I th ought I ha d it in m y pocket all the time, yet it was found on th e floor of the post-office lobby. A clerk was s tanding close by the specia l de livery box when that spe cial delivery letter went into it, and he th e fellows put it in. As they turned to go he heard something rattle o n the floor. He thought they h ad dropped a piece of money, and this is what he found; they had dropped this. They were in a terribl e hurry, and he could not find them to give it to them so he kept it ; and w h en t h e officers came inquiring about the fellow who sent the special delivery letter h e turned it ove r to t h em. My name is on the back there, see-engraved in the back; and so the officers brought it to me; a n d asked me a lot of questions. And--" "Let me see th e photograph," sa id Torn. Jack took it o ut. That, t oo, had been left in hi s hands by the officers -a photograph s howing him kicking a prostrate base ball player. I suppose they might have arrested m e for that," said Jack, looking at the faked phot ograp h "but for the fact that they'd already discovered who kicked that Ca rdiff player. He had come to himsel f a nd told them who attacked him and that c h ap is now under arrest. So they knew it wasn't me; a nd hav in g so m e keen men on the force they discovered that this photograph was faked; and the thing they're doing n ow is to look for the fellow that got it up. "You know who did it?" "I"-Jack think I do." "That it was Delancy?" "Well, yes ; I saw him leaving the vicinity of the Cranford fair ground, carrying hi s camera that af ternoon. That is the very s uit I wore then, a nd I was kicking that old football. I can tell t h e s u it by that soiled place th e re on the leg. Yo u see it I got that in p.1aking a s lide in the la st game we played with Tidewater. "Yes, that big slide; I remember it.., Tom looked close l y at the photograph. He knew a good deal about s uch things-there were not many things studio u s Tom Lightfoot did not know about. "Well," he said, "Delancy took the photo he got of yo u that clay, and combined it with another He dug a small magnifying glass out of a pocket and held it over the picture. "There!" he exclaimed "You can see where the two pictures were j oined. But it was a niighty good job. I didn't thi k Delancy would be equal to that." "Oh, he 's pretty well up in photography. Lily Li\ ingston was show ing me one day some very fine pic tures h e' cl taken." "Now that you know this much said Tom tho u g htfull y, passing back the photograph and tucking away bis magnifier, "I'll tell you what I know. Just before I left the hotel in the town here I went up to your room for a word with you. You weren't in ; but just before I got to the hall where your room is sit u ated, I met Delancy and Reel coming from the di rection of your room a long that hall. You can put two and two together. "And make them out scou ndrels in doing s o, said Jack. "Th ey were in my room, and they took this l ocket." "Stole it, you think?'' "I don t know. More lik ely they didn't intend to keep it. Probably they'd heard about it, and how it was given to me and thought it would rattle me and make my pitchin g poor if I found it gone. That's my guess. Of course ; I don't know what they went to my room in the first place fo r Bu t I imagine I'm right about this. "I k "cl T "HT n ow you are, sa 1 om. vv hat they wanted to see yo u about I don't know; but that's why they took this tali sman." "Say! Jack slapped his knee, "I have it! They came up there to see Jubal. Jubal has been with me, in my room, a good deal to-clay-ever sin c e we landed in Cardiff. You know I told you of that talk he made--" Skeen had sec ured a hit on the fourth pit che d ball


1\LL-Sl'ORTS LlBR.\RY. 25 and was sprinting for firsl. A nd Con nie L ync h was g o ing to the slab. "That talk, you know-I told you abo u t Juba l say ing he'd l ike to understand thi s hypnotism that Reel ha s worked. I laid him off, yo u know. That I did be cau s e he seemed addled and not in a condition to un derstand what he wa s doing. He said the ball was a s big as a bucket and t hat the pitcher threw it right at him. Now, I think I see through that. Reel g o t h o ld of him, worked some devilish spell on him and that was the result." Tom looked aro und. "Wher e is Jubal?" "I don't know He was mo oning over there a while ago. He's either s ick o r Reel ha s tricked him A nd I'm sure it's the la st." Skeen had s tolen seco nd ; and Connie L ync h had made a hit, sending him t o thi rd. Then Wils o n Crane-l ongl egged \i\ 1ilson-after being almost struc k out connected with on e of Tige Murphy's curves, and batted ou t a great liner that brought Skeen h owling h o me. "What are yo u going to do about it?" asked Tom, s peaking to Jack. "I don't know. But I'll fasten this thing down on Delan cy and Reel, and then I'll make them squeal for th eir fun." at K imb all bunted to third, and the third baseman, throwing to the plate to catch Connie Lynch, let little Gnat t ak e first, while Conn i e ran back t o third safely; and thus the bases were filled-with Gnat on first, C rane on second and Lynch on third. "Jack Lightfoot!" called the umpire. A nd Jack took up Old Wagon Tongue and walked to the rubber. J ack had not been o blivious as to what was going on, even thou g h so busily engaged in talking with Tom. He had seen every play and almost every pitched ball, and had even s ignaled to Nat to bunt. Now he faced the pitcher, Tige Murphy. Murphy was going up in a balloon. The peopl e \\'ho watched him said he was playing Tom Lightfoo t.'' referring t o Tom's sta rtling tour toward the clo uds. Jack saw lh c nerv o u s l oo k in lhe Cardiff pitcher's red face. Murphy had filled the ba s e s, and one run had been made. The score was tied and with Jack Lightfoot at the bat-the best batter with perhaps the exception of Brodie, in the Cranford nine-Murphy was beginning to ee visions of defeat for Cardiff And for Ca rdiff t o be defe a ted by this team from the little two-by-four town of Cranford, by this nine that played in a league n o lar ge r than the Four-Town League-why, the ver y th o u g ht was enough to s ear hi s mind like a das h of vitriol. The Cardiff nine would be disgraced for the s um mer! If they had once dreamed of that they w ould n o t have invited Cranford so airily to play thi s game. They ha d expected to see some good work from the boys of Cranford, but n o t this! Why, this vvas the kind of playing that won games! I t see med that it was abo ut to win one from Car diff. Jack Lightfoot' s face flushed s lightly, for he real ized what depended on him and what hi s nine expected of him: but he was calm, his gray-blue eyes we re clear, and, so mehow, that re sto red talisman tucked in an inner pocket of hi s ball clo thing, seemed to give him s trange confidence It had come back to him in so rem ar kable a way that the thing itself s eemed t o s peak of victory, and that tho ught steadied his hand. Murphy wa s a good pitcher but he was not doing him self justice. He put over a wide ball which Jack let go by ; and then another, w hich Jack let pass him. The runner s were playing well off the bases, each confident that Jack would get a hit. Then h e smas hed the ball. It was a great hit t oo high, perhaps ; but when the peo ple saw it sa iling and saw the runners jumping a l o n g the base lines, and saw Jack tearing toward first, with the runner from third crossing the plate they cheered in a way to make the ground shake. .. -------...iii


ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. "Over the fence!" was howled. Jack had clone something not clone before that day -he had put the ball over the fence. And then the runner came on home, and Jitck came home, and the Cranford fans yelled and yelled until it seemed they could yell no more, and the mascot, o-et ting his breath and his courage again, frisked and barked and fluttered the Cranford col o rs, as if he, too, understood what it was all about. As Jack came in, crossing the plate, be saw the Cranford girls, and even staid Mrs. Livingston, standing up in the grand stand, waving their flags and cheering. Delancy and Reel? Oh, they were sick-sick! Tige Murphy now lost his head completely The captain of the Cardiff nine, Ray Gilbert he who had written to Cranford that airy challenge, aided the Irish pitcher in losing whatever power and kill s till remained to him, by berating him what h e had done. Finally he took Murphy out of the box and put 111 Steve Soden. But Soden did not do much better He let two more men come across the home s lab they were Tom Lightfoot and Brodie Strawn-and then the Cardiff fielders, getting their nen e again, pn t out the three needed men by fielding the ball s that Cran ford bad no trouble in hitting. Jack Lightfoot went into the pitcher box. His face was shining. Out on the diamond Ned Skeen was turning handprings of joy. All the boys were delighted and c o nfidenl. Victory was in the air. And Jack made it a snre thing by getting a good grip on the spit ball and striking three men out straight. Cranford had won. The score was phenomenal-being thirteen run for Cranford and seven for Cardiff, and made up for t\\"O recent defeats that Jack's nine had suffered. The Cranford fan s i.Yerc fairly d oing cakewalks 111 their w i Id j ubilati o11. The Cranford. Rag s were fl.uttering. The Cranford girls were clapping their hands and cheering. And Reel and Delancy had taken a "sneak," h avi n g disappeared. CHAPTER X V. A N APPEAL FOR rERCY. That e vening, a fter J a ck h a d reached h ome, and had hi s supper, a nd h a d t ol d hi s mother o f the s trange occurrences in Cardiff, th e r e was a knoc k o n the door. G oing t o the d oo r l\I r Li ghtfoo t saw there L i i v Livingston. Mrs Lightfoot w a s always h os pi t abl e and c o r dial. "Why, come ri ght in," s h e in v it e I tho u g h she did not know L i l y Liv ingst o n very ,,ell. "Is Jack at h o me?'" J a ck heard Lily a s k. "Ye indeed ; he's been h ome thes e two h ours or more. Come in; it' s dark o u t there." Then Lily Livings t o n came in Usually thi s girl was a m os t self assured creatur e othing daunted her. But now s h e s e emed confusec1 and n o t t o kn o w what t o s a y. H e r tanned face was flu shed and her e y e s looked very bright, a s if she wer e frightened. "Coulc1 I see yo u al o n e a l i ttl e a few m oments ? she a sked o f Jack. "I'll go o u t into th e kitchen," s ai d M r s. Lightfoot, suiting the action to the word and disappearin g. Jack w a s o n hi s fe et. "Have a ch a ir," he in vi t e d and placed a c hair for her. h e took i t. and l cgan to peel dO\rn one lan glo,c fro m a ta nn e d band She ,,as. o n e r vo u s s h e d i d 110L kn o w w hat s h e was d o in g. "Per h a p s you kn o w h y [ lt;wc co me? .. s h e said at l as t. Jack admitte d th a h e bad not t h e le a s t i d ea: but declared tha t s h e \\ as welco m e, j usl the same, and he wa glad t o s ee h e r \ V ell, it's a b out Del a n cy a n d R eel. "Oh!" said J ac k.


ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. No w perhaps you know." Can't s ay that I do even yet Y et Jack began to have a glimmering of an idea. T v e been hearing some things ," s h e went on "You've found out that Delancy faked a photograph and t ri e d to g et y o u int o trouble at Card iff-tried to get yo u arre s ted." "Yes,' Jack admitted. "And y o u re going to have him arrested for thatgoing to tell the Cardiff office rs." "Well, I int ended to, if I could n ail clown t h e pro of again s t them. I s aid that to the boys on the way ho m e It seems to me that I ought t o ." I heard about it ; s ome of the boys have been talking and it c ame t o me. Do y ou inte n d to yet ? I think I ou ght to ; don t you? Perhaps you can't loo k at it jus t in the s am e lig ht. B u t see what t h ey tri e d to d o l" Yo u h ave n t got proof again s t them yo u say?' "I'm h o ping to get the proof. Tom and all the Jack twi tecl uneasily in his cha ir. He did not want to drop it. "I'll tell you w hat I will do. "Oh, anyt hin g she cried "You. have a talk wit h Delanc y, and with Reel and tell them that they must sto p this persecution that they've seen fit to indulge in. They've got to stop it. If you'll do that I'll let this matter go. She caught his hands again. "I will-I will; I'll make tliem g ive me their solemn promise. And I know they'll keep it. Jack was not so sure of that himself. * That night Jerry M ulli gan celebrated the winning of the wager by painting the town of Cranford reel. Sau l Me s senger, wh o hacl paid a fine in Card iff and had b e en r eleas ed. assi s ted Jerry in putting on the b l oocl-recl col or s and many o ther s of the C ranford fans t oo k part, so far as fireworks and bonfires could ac-ot h e r s are going to help me Vlf e know s o m e thin gs complish th a t t ask. now and gue ss some, and we think we can do it. Lily caught him im puls i v ely by the hand s "Don't!" "Don't y o u think I ought to?" s aid J a ck withdr awing hi s hands. "No matter ab out that; d o n t d o n t -ple a se d o n't! "Of c ours e y ou're intere s ted and--" Y ou can't kno w h o w much I'm interested In the fir s t place that w o uld drive Delancy a wa )'. from here. Jack thought it mor e likely it would put him in jail. A nd if it made him leave the to wn it occurred to him that would be a good thing. "I don't want him to go and my mother doesn't. He's tl,ie very best friend we ve got. I see I must m ake a confession to you. You wop't repeat it?" A nything you want me to keep I will." I know I can trust you, and I'll say this to yo u ; D e lancy is distant l y related to u s and being very rich he d o e s n t mind giving u s what money we need, if we run sh ort n o w and then And then-then-there are o th e r t hing s ." Y e s?" aid J a ck, n o t knowing what els e to s ay W o n' t yo u drop it please, for me ?"' A s for Jubal ha v ing apparent l y come back to him-self o nce m o re, he walked o ver to Jack's, while this t ow n-painting wa s going on, and begged Jack's forg1v eness. He insisted h o wever that he had not been h y p notized by Reel-and he believed t his to be true-but declared that he mu s t have been taken sick in some strange way Yet when he acknowledged that talk with Reel. Jack was sure that Jubal had been und e r the evil influ ence o f the cunning magician. "Keep away from hi.m after this, J ube," was his c ounsel. "But, by grann y ," said J ube earnestly, if a feller could on l y understand and work that h y pnotin' there'd sure be a wad o' money in it! THE END. Next week s i s sue No. 24, will be a sp lendid o ut o f doors story "Jack Lightfoot's Mad A uto Das h ; or, Speeding at a Ninety-Mi l e Clip A mad automobile ride with plenty of exc item ent togetl).er with some fun and lively incident s make a st.ory that you will en joy.


II A Under this general head we purpose each week to sit around the camp fire and have a heart-to-heart talk with those of our young readers who care to gather there, answering such letter s as may reach us asking for information with regard to various healthy sports, both indoor and out. We shou1d also be glad to hear what you think of the leading characters in your favorite public a tion It i s the editor's desire to make this department one that will be eag e rly read from week to week by every admirer of the Jack Lightfoot sto ries, and prove to be of valuable assist ance in building up manly healthy Sons of America. All l etters received will be answered immediately but may not appear in print under five weeks, owing to t he fact that the publication must go to pr. ess far in advance of the date of issue. Those who favor u s with corre s p o ndence will please bear this in mind, and exercise a little patience THE EDITOR. I wish t o congr;itulate YOIJ on the rea)Jy sterling worth of your n ew publicat ion, namely, the ALL-SPORTS LrnRARY. 1'he s tories are all .right in every resp ect, and the descriptions of the different characters an d the place s in which the scenes o f the s tories are laid, are natural and true to life Stories of good, clean sg uare sport are bound to be read, and when they are well written and placed within neat yet attractive covers, as the stories of your public atio n a re, it s popula r ity i s assured There is too much of the bl ood-and-th under'' class of literature on the news s tand s to-day What the boys of this age ne e d are stories tha t will s how them how to build up a nation of men o f brawn as well as brain D ow n with th e miserable public ations tha t fog the brain and m ake would-be de spe rad oes out o f ou r b oys There i s enly one way to do this, and that is, to put more of the ALL-SPORTS kind of a wee)dy befor e the growing American boy If this is d o ne gradually the "BloodyDick" class will dis appear I can truly say that the ALL-SPons LIBRARY h as the m ost dainty and artistic covers on the market. I am glad to see that you have given up the l as t two p ages every week for l ette r s from th e differ ent readers, uncl it gi ve s me great p le asu r e to send this m y first lett e r, to the ALL-SPORT S LIBRARY. B ping that it will fulfill its promis of a brilliant e a r eer, I a111, Baltimore Md. C. E COCHRANE JR. We folly agree w i th you, de a r boy, that the boys of to-day n eed sto rie s that will show them h o w to build up a n

ALLPORTS LIBRARY. 29 Jack don't reall y care anything about them The idea of mak ing believe Jack felt mean because one of them got mad and believ ed he had killed her dog-that's just like a girl, too. They are always playing little spiteful tricks on each other, and they think boys a re just as small I would like to see what some others of your readers think about asking Mr. Stevens to cut the girl part out altogether in the stories to come. Salem, Mass. STEVEN B. BISHOP. :\Iy dear boy, you are on the fa ir road to become a fearful woman hater. This period of intense disgust with girls always precedes that state or mushine ss. Your criticisms of girls are altogether unjust; we fancy you are covering up great admira tion under a cloak of sco rn You cannot expect a girl to under st and and appreciate a balJ game just as much as you do, and then you laugh at her for her inability to appreciate fine points in play. On the other hand, did you ever stop to think what a fool you would make of yourseii t ryin g to do at all what mo s t girls do well-sewing, cooking and so on? And when yo u next feel inclined to sneer, try to imagine what a figure you would cut trying to excel in ai1y girls' occupation. If you are a sensible lad, you will realize that boys and girls, as men a nd women, have different ways of Jiving and thinking, and that the wise thing for a member of either to do is not to s neer at, but to sympathize with, the other. Don't be a woman hater. There is no more stupid figure a man can piay than that. I read your ALL-SPORTS every week, because there are no other boys' stories that make such a hit with me Nobody from here has w ri tten, so far as I know, but that is no sign that there are no ALL-SPORTS readers here. Lots of the fellows buy it and all like it. Of course J ack is the hero, and a fine fellow, but next to him I like Lafe. J know a fellow here just like Lafe-quiet, steady, and always chewing any old thing except the rag. We are forming a baseball club, and I find your arti cles on that sport very instructive. J want to find out some points in regard to certain plays. Can I write direct to the gen t l eman who writes on baseball, or do I h ave to write to ALLSPORTS? Hoping to see this letter answered, I close, with best wi s hes, E. L. B. Colby, Kan. We are glad to hear that the boy s of your city find J ack and h is friend s good fellows and that you recognize some of the c haracters in your chum s You could pay the author 110 higher c o mpliment, and we are s ure that Mr. Stevens will feel highly gratified. For any specia l information baseball matters, you had better write direct to the baseball department. While the editor of that department would be g lad to answer personal l et ters from boys interested-in his su b j eels, his time is so occupied that he is unable to do so. All letter s t o ALL-SPORTS, on base ball or any athletic subjeds will rec e ive prompt attention, sub ject to the conditions mentioned in the little camp-fire chat at the head of this column. Although you may be s urpri ed to learn that you have at least one girl reader of your library, I assure you that I have read all the stories published so far, and intend tQ read those to come. I like them very well, although, of course, I do not understand the really scientific points in the game of baseball. The boy s all s eem nice and straightforward and manly-I mean Jack and his friends; as for the others, th ey are very mean. It seems to rne they are more jealous than ever girls can be-1 think boys usually are more jealous than girls-and that they would be a great deal better off if th e y would recognize how smart Jack is, and side wit h him rather than against him. But then, I suppose, we should have no sto ries. I got into read ing these stories in a funny way. My brother was readi11g them and u sed to talk a Jot about them to the family. One day I criticised him for a l ways talking Jack Li ghtfoot and baseball, and he answered me by inviting me to read the stories myself and see if I did not like them, too. I followed his ad vice, and now mother s ays that she doesn't know which of us is the more enthusiastic admirer of Jack. So, you see, I must lik e the s e tales. However, there is one thing I should like to criticise, and that i s the author's failure to understand girls nature. In No. 14, for instance, h e makes Kate Strawn belie\c that Jack would be mean enongh to kill her dog. Now, I don 't think that any girl who knew that s he was admired by a hand some young feflow like Jack, so manly and honest, would be lieve any such charge against him, no mattter how likely it might s ound. She would k11ow right off that it couldn't be true, and she would remain faithful to him. I think Mr. Stevens ought to study girls as well as he does boys Girls a re often s aid to be mean a11d spiteful, but that is not true. I am a girl, and I know what I am talking about, and I am sure that girl s are no more mean or s pit eful or jealous than boys. No real boy would suspect a good fellow like Jack of any s uch mean trick, and no real gi rl would do so, either. I think that the author treats girls real mean in this, and I hop e he will not do so again. With be t wishes for J ack and his friends, believe me, Springfield, Ill. A. L. S. It i s quite a surprise, dear young lady, to learn that we have one of your sex among our readers and that you find these stories interesting. We are very glad to learn this, a nd feel highly flattered that you intend to keep on reading them. As for your criticism of the author's attitude toward girls, we confess that we had never looked at it in the light you do. If he has been treating your peers unjustly, we are sure lhal it was unintentional. .Of course, we cannot pretend to un

ALL-SPORTS LIBRAR '. HOW TO DO THING:'S By AN OLD ATHLETE. Timely essays and hints upon various athletic sports and pastimes, in whic h our boys are usually deeply interested, and told in a way that may be easily understood. Just at present baseball is the topic in hand, and ins t ructive artic les may be found in back numbers of the ALL-SPORTS IJB RARY, as follows: No. 14, "How to Become a Batter." No. 15, "The Science of Place Hitting and Bunting." No. 16, "How to Cover First Base." No. 17, "Playing Shortstop No. 18, "Pitching." No. 19, "Pitching Curves." No. 20, "The Pitcher's Team Work. No. 21, "Play ing Second Base." No. 22, "Covering Third Base." PLAYING THE OUTFIELD. Long ago, when we were young in the game and gen erally green, the captain of our team assigned us to the ou tfie l d, center. We were indignant that such a slight should be put upon us, we fancied ourselves suited for b etter things, and yet we could not help secretly con gratulatin g ourselves on getting such a cinch. Flies were in frequent, we boys played a strange and wonderful game, and the outfielder had a happy time. Then one fine and never-to-be-forgotten day, a "big" team-ama te urs from the nearby small city, honored us with a game. And the outfielder had the time of his life. Never shall h e forget the frequency, the perversity and the unexam pled ginger of those flies. Crack would sound the bat and then, straight out of the sun would the ball come wiggling. After our opponents had made nine runs in one inning, the unfortunate fielder came to realize his igorance, and the tremendous importance of the out fielder in a well-played game. He realized, once for all, that that position was no cinch. Don't kick if you are assigned back of first, back of second or back of shortstop and third. You're in a hard position, and you'll need all your wits and all your skill if you want to make a success of your work. Catching flies is not the only work you have to do. Even that is no de ad one's game. It's easy enough to catch a soar ing ball when you know it's coming and the direction it's coming in. But get on the field and try it. And you'll find that the craziest girls' guessing game never was in it. In the first place, you need good, strong eyes-strong enough to see in the face of the sun and keen enough to follow the ball from the moment it rises from the bat. F a s t en your eyes on that ball as it goes to the bat and the n follow it like a hpund on the scent. If you make the mistake that most young fielders make, and wait to l ook for the ball until you hear it struck, something will happen sure-the ball will drop on your head, or it will fall so far short or so far away that all hopes of making a play are gone. A strong batsman can make a swift ball travel almost as quick as sound; the ball will be on you as soon as you hear the sound of it being struck. So keep your eyes on it. You must be able to throw as well as to catch; a good throwing arm is essential. And you must throw quickly. Some of the greatest plays in the game have been made outfi eld hy nuick plaYs. Some y ens ago l \1cCarthy of the Bostons, put out four men by quick play. There were three men on bases and tbe man at the bat knocked a mile high one. The three on bases got back to the plate and the batsman was within a few feet of third when Mac, running backward, caught the ball high with his right and plunked it to third just in time to put the run ner out Under the old rules he thus made the on l y four play in the history of the game. Had Mac not possessed what almost amounted to a genius in gauging the ball, and the power of throwing in air straight, he never would have won the reputation that play gave him Practice getting under all kinds of flies, picking up tantalizing grounders, and throwing lik e a shot on the run ; you '11 ne ed to be ab l e to do all these things outfield. You must be able to nm fast, to keep running fast and to start running fast. You must keep in sp l endid train ing and you must accustom your lungs to hard and con stant work. Practice running like a flash ; get some one to start you by clapping his hands. At first it may take you a half second to get going; but, by practice, you can develop the power that made Duffey, the great hundred yard man-the power to start at full speed in a fraction of a second. Duffey once told us that the way he ran his races was at the beginning, the getawa y He prac ticed it for years. To-clay he is on th e spurt almost be fore the others have time to blink You must acquire this faculty, and the faculty of doing this on an uneven and unknown field. The outfielder runs more chances of injury than any other man; stumble, a stone, a piece of wire left carelessly on the field may cause the fielder a broken leg or a broken arm. Look the ground over and know the field, always. You must know how to back up the other fielders and the basemen. This playing is the result of team work, and should be stud i ed by all. The baseman or the short stop may miss the ball; you must back him up if he is in your portion of the field. You must learn to pick up grounders as well as pull down flies. You must watch the men at the bat and learn their peculiarities; a right handed batter will be apt to put over third, shortstop and left fielder; a left-handed batte r will send the ball over first and right fielder. Some men send high flies, some low ; some send a l ong drive, s ome a short ; some do both and leave the fielder in doubt whether to play deep or in. All this must be learned by close obse r vation. The effect of the wind must be gauged. Find out the direction of the wind, observe its strength, and play ac cordingly. Don't worry over failure here; the wind plays strange tricks, and even the best fielders in the game get deceived. And finally, use judgment in your play. On a single, get the ball to second Various combinations of play call for various plays. Study the game as you study the bat ters. Work in concert with the pitcher and the othe r fielders by a scheme of signals Learn to throw and to take care of your throwing arm. Use a big glove, the best glove you can buy, and break it in before you use it in a game. And finally, practice, practice, practice run ning. catching and throwing. That's the game, and if yo11 think it's a cinch and a l ady'fi position. try it. You will wake up with a start.


ED AVl:N 18 RY SE.A This library represents an entirely new idea. It is totally different' from any other now published. The stories detail the adventures of three plucky lads who set out to capture the notorious Captain Kidd. Every real boy has longed to read more about the doings of this bold marauder of the seas and the opportunity is now given them. The stories are of generous length and without equals in thrilling adventure and interest. The best sea stories ever written. 1-Capt. Kidd s Sea Swoop; or, Carried Off by Pirates. :a--Capt. Kidd's Buried Treasure; or, Adven tures of Three Boys Among the Buc caneers. 3-The Silver Cutlass; or, Thad and His Chums Lost in the Swamp. 4-Defying the Sea Wolf; or, Thad at Bay in the Powder Magazine. 5-The Jolly Red Raven; or, Capt. Kidd's Dar ing Raid on Old.New York. 6-The Corsair Captain ; or; Thad and His Chums Afloat. 7,-The Death's Head Rovers; or, How Thad Outwitted the Coast Freebooters. 8-Walking the Plank; or, The Last Cruise of the Flying-Scud. 9-'Capt. Kidd's Revenge; or, Thad '.Among the Tig rs of the Sea. 11>-The Chest of Doubloons; or, How Three Boys Defied the Buccaneers. 11-The Rival Pirates; or, Thad and His Chums in Irons. 12-Capt. Kidd's Stratagem; or1 Simple Simon Takes Soundings. 13-The Red Raven's Prize; or, How ;young Thad Sailed a Pirate Barque. 14-Nailed to the Mast; or, The Last of Capt. Kidd's ''Hole in the :Wall." 15-Capt. Kidd s Long Chase ; or Thad and His Chums in the Tropics. 16-Set Adrift by Pirates ; or, Thad's Adven tures in the Saragossa Sea 17-To Sink or Swim; or, Thad and His Frien ds On Blue Water. 1hCapt. Kidd's Drag-Net; or, How Y o ung Thad Hoodwinked the Buccaneers. Phantom Pirate; or, Thad and His Chums on the Haunted Ship. 20-The Winged Witch; or, How Three Boys Saved the Treasure Galleon 21-Capt. Kidd in New Orleans; or, The Pirate Scourge of the Rigolets. 2:z-.Tiger of the Sea; or, The Three Castaways of the Gulf. 23-The Pirates of The Keys ; or, Our Boys Afloat on the Spanish Main. 24-Capt. Kidd at Bay; or, Marooned On a Sand-Spit. 25-The Silver Barque; or, Capt. Kidd's Last Prize. 26-Among the Buccaneers; or, Thad and His Chums in Desperate Straits. Red Scourge; or How Morgan, the Buccaneer, Stormed the Citadel. 28-The Chase of the Slaver; or, Thad '.Among the Indigo Planters. 29-Morgan's Coast R?-iders ; or, Thad at tlie Sacking of Maracaibo. FI'VE For S.le bT -11 Newsde11ler, or Hat, posltp&ld, apoi. ttt:elpt of prlCIJ by publishers WINNER LIBRARY CO 165 Weet F!Cteenth St., NEW YORK .. -


,, COME OYS, COME CET THE A L .. Teach the fjmerican boy how to become an athlete and so lay the fGundation of a constitution greater than that of the United States,.1111 -Wise Sayings from Tip Top,. YOU like fun, adventure and mystery, don't you? Well, you can find them all in the pages of the ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. As the name implies, the ALL SPORTS LIBRARY is devoted to the sports that all young people delight in. It has bright, handsome, colored covers,.and each 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 newsde aler 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 Riva l Athletes of Old Cranford. 3-Jack Lightfoot's Great Play; or, Surprising the Academy Boys. 4-Jack Lightfoot's Athletic Tournament; or, Breaking the Record Quarter Dash. 5-Jack Lightfoot in the Woods; or, Taking the Hermit Trout of Simms' Hole. 6-Jack Lightfoot's Trump Curve; or, The Wizard Pitcher of the Four-Town League. 7-Jack Lightfoot's Crack Nine; or, How Old "Wagon Tongue" Won the Game. 8-Jack Lightfoot's Winning Oar; or, A Hot Race for the Cup. 9-Jack Lightfoot, The Young Naturalist; or, The Mystezy of Thunder Mountain. re-Jack Lightfoot's Team-Work; or, Pulling a Game Out of the Fire. II-Jack Lightfoot's Home Run; or, 'Pl:. Glorious Hit in the Right Place. 12-Jack Lightfoot, Pacemaker; or, What Happened on a Century Run. 13-Jack Lightfoot's Lucky Puncture; or, Young Athlete Among the Hoboes. CE, F 14Jack Lightfoot, the Magician ; or, Quelling a Mutiny in the Nine. 15-Jack Lightfoot's Lightning Battery; or, Kid naping a Star Pitcher. 16-Jack Lightfoot's Strategy; or, Hare-and Hounds Over Cranford Hills. 17-Jack Lightfoot in the Saddle; or, A Jockey for Just One Day 18-Jack Lightfoot's Dilemma; or, 'A Traitor on the Diamond. 19-Jack Lightfoot's Cyclone Finish; or, How Victory Was Snatched From Defeat. 20Jack Lightfoot in Camp ; or, Young Athletes at Play in the Wilderness. 21-Jack Lightfoot's Disappearance; or, The Turning-up of an Old Enemy. 22-Jack Lightfoot's "Stone Wall" Infield; or, Making a Reputation in the League. 23-Jack Lightfoot's Talisman; or, The Only Way to Win Games in Baseball. 24-J ack Lightfoot's Mad Auto Dash; or, Speed ing at a Ninety Mile Clip. 25-Jack Lightfoot Afloat; or, The Cruise of the Canvas Canoes. 26-J ack Light foot's Hard Luci{; or, "A Light ning Triple Play in the Ninth. 27-Jack Lightfoot's Iron Arm; or, How the New "Spit" Ball Worked the Charm. C:ENTS. : : For Sale by all Newsdelers, or aent, postpaid, upon receipt of price by publishers : WINNER LIBRARY CO., 165 West. Fifteenth St., NEW YORK


BUY IT AT ONCE m any o f our boys have bic y cles, s o m e have boats, o t h e r s like fishing and s hoo ting. A LL o f these sport s will be carefully dealt wi t h m the AllSports Lz'brary T h e stori es w ill deaJ "Teach the Amerwith the adventures o f plucky lads w h ile indulgin g in h ea lthy pastimes and shou1d be read, ther e -can boy how to become an ath lete and so lay the stz'tution greater than fore, by every boy who wants to learn all that is new in the var io u s games and s port s in which he is inter ested foundation of a con1/:v:se u::;::gs from Tip Top. W E think that the o L IKE all other good things The All-Sp orts Library has i t s i m .,. itations We warn our bo y s to be careful not to b e take n in by these counterfeits. Be s ure to get The A !!-S p orts L ibrary quotation from the famas no other can compar e ous Tip Top Weekly tells, in a few words, just what the All-Sports Lz'brary is attempting to do. We firmly believe that if the American boy by all news -dealers, or sent, postpaz'd, by the of to-day can only be made to realiz e how surely the All-Sports Lz'brary will give him an insight into all matters relatingto athletics, our library w ill attain the mightiest reached by any publication for boys J T would be hard to find a boy who 1s not interested in athletics to some extent. All our schools have publishers upon receipt of p rice PR.ICE 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 NEW YORK


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