The rival nines, or, The boy champions of the Reds and Grays

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The rival nines, or, The boy champions of the Reds and Grays

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The rival nines, or, The boy champions of the Reds and Grays
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"' 2 THE RIV AL NINES quarrel. I want revenge, and will work hard to get it. If I can train you fellow s so as to clean 'em all out on the field my revenge will be c o m plete. I pledge you my word to do it if you will pledge me yours to do your best." "We'll do that!" exclaimed each in a breath. them that they do not known how to play a good game under the rules of the National League. JACK MILLBANKE, Captain of the Reds. CHAPTER IL-Jack Makes a Gallant Rescue. "Ve1 y well. Tom here will make the be s t pitcher. I'll put him on to all the curves. I can give him all the points in a few hours, but he will have to prac t ice hard to uertect himself in Berkeley Ward was employed in the Bank of the art. You are all good runners, and hard hit-Lawrence, in w.hich his father was a director and ters. Fred Ald e n there is a good catcher. Have heavy stockholder. He was a young man of some you masks and gloves?" two and twenty years of age, who had been spoiled "Yes, we have everything," Jack replied. by an indulgent mother and a rich father. Well "Then we will begin tomorrow evening at educated, handsome and proud, he had a large 6.1'5, and every one must play for all he is worth." circle ?f acq.uaintances in the best of the The boys were never so much in ew to get on to those curves "Make no boasts or threats he said to them as they come f:r;om the pitch.er, and .then he "for they come back to plague a all the pomts. Torn pitched him. balls with low. We'll keep up our practice as usual, and dizzy c1:1rves, and he smashed them with bat do our level best every time." every tti;ne. Then T?rn took the bat, did the When they had practiced a half an hour the same thmg. Jack hlmself cau_ght the idea, and members hurried home to late suppers. Jack had sent the ball skyward several times. Fred Ald e n to 1l:O on an errand to the home of an aunt of his was a good catcher. They made such who lived down on the river road, near the edge that they would not leave to go home until 1t be-of the town. The sun was just sinking out of came to? dark for to see the ball. They sight as he entered the yard of his aunt's little never missed an evenmg, unless there was a downhome. As he started toward the house some fifpour of rain, and at the end of a month they had ty feet back from the gate, he heard the clatter all the confidence of the crack players of the of horses' hoof s up the road. He looked in that league. direction, and saw two young ladies, mounted on "Now, boy s, said Jack, "the papers have sev-spirited steeds, coming like the wind. eral t imes mentioned the Grays as the champions "They must be running a race," he said to himof Lawrence who were to play for the pennant self, turning and going back to the gate to se e this year. We must challenge thtrn to a series them go by. of best three in five-to settle the Just as he reached the gate the steeds dashed question as .to whether they are ieally the be s t by like a cyclone. ball players in Lawrence or not. Shall we do "They are running away!" he gasped. eo?" About 100 yards below the gate a man ran out "Yes, challen ge them!" they all cried. into the middle of the road and waved a hat and "Very well. I'll do so tomorrow." cane in the air to stop them.. The animals made The next day Berkeley Ylard, captain of the a sudden turn and dashed for the river. Jack Grays received this challenge by the hand of a opened the gate and sprang out into the road just messenger: in time to see the two horses plunge into the river, BERKELEY WARD, Captain of the Grays Baseball Nine: The Reds Baseball Nine hereby challenges the ..... vs to a irame of b .aseball in order to show each rider uttering a piercing scream at the s,ame time. "Good heavens!" gasped Jack, making a break for the river bank. He knew the spot well. The water was deep I>

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THE RIV AL NINES there and the current ran stl'Ong at times. Just as he' reached the bank, horses and riders came to the surface, but each horse was riderless, and the girls were helpless in their riding habits. Off \ went Jack's hat, coat and shoes, and in he plu,nged. The current was bearing them away. He swam out to the one farthest downstream, who was "sav.e me!" at the top of her voice. He caught her around the waist with his left hand, saying: "Be quiet, now, miss. You're all .right." "Oh, save me!" she gasped, clutching him around the neck with both hands. "Yes of course. That's what I'm here for. Jus'.; to my shirt-collar with one hand and I'll save the other lady, too." By that time the other. lady had floated toward him. She was unconscious, and her head was under water. Jack caugnt her and held her so her face would be above water. The man who had turned the horses toward the river stood on the bank calling lustily for help. "Get a boat!" Jack yelled to him. man ran to another man who was near a boat. They pushed the boat into the water, jumped in and rowed to the _girls and Jack. "Take this lady in," Jack said to the:n, and the unconscious one was lifted into the boat. "Now we'll swim to the shore," said Jack to the other. "Just hold on to me.'\ And he struck out with powerful strokes that soon landed them on the bank. She stood up, and looking at Jack, said: "You are a brave man, a hero. I owe my life to you. But Jet's look to Emory. They are taking her out of the boat." By this time a score of men and women had come from the houses along the road, and among them was Mrs. Adams, Jack's aunt. The woman took charge of the unconscious girl. "Take her into some house and roll he1 across a barrel," said an old fisherman. Jack lifted her in his arms and bo1e her to his aunt's house followed by all the women. Just as he entered the house with her the girl recovered. She had swooned from fright, and had swallowed but little water. Mrs. Adams hastened to prepare a room for the two girls, and in a few minutes they were out of reach of the curious crowd. CHAPTER III.-The First Game of the Reds and. Grays. Seeing that the two girls 'Yere safe in the house, Jack hurried back to the river to look after t.he two horses. Both animals had. started to swim upstream, but th strong current soon sent them the other way. Several boats chased them, and in a little while both were and brought ashore but little the worse for their plunge. They were both very fine animals, and were much admired by the crowd which had gathered. Jac.k took charge of them, and led them U_P to his aunt's house, where the t'Yo ladies were. His aunt met him, and said the girls we1e both snug in her bed, and anxiously wai.ting for some one to go to their homes for a carriage and some dry clothing. "I'll go," he said. "Where do they live?" "One is Miss Jesse Mandeville, and the othel Emory Ward, and--" Jack started, and gave a "t'lrolonged whistle, expressive of astonishment. "What's the matter?" his aunt asked. "Do you know them?" "I. know of them," he replied as he started away on a run. His own home was right on the way, the Mandevilles living half a mile beyond him. On reaching his home he ran up to his room, changed his clothes and hurried to the M a ndeville's mansion, which was nearest. A servant answered the bell. "I have called to let Mrs. Mandeville know what has hapened," he said to the servant. Miss Je5sie's horse ran awav with her and plunged into the river. She was rescued, and is now at the home of Mrs. Adams, on the river road, waiting for dry clothes and her carriage." The servant ran and told her mistress, and the next moment the household was in a great uproar. Mrs. Mandeville very properly swooned, and Mr. Mandeville came to the door to see the messenger who bore such extraordinary news. Jack explained again, and then the carriage was made ready and a servant sent to notify the Wards. A -physician was sent for to look after Mrs. 11.'.landeville, while a maid obtained some dry clothing for Jessie. In lrnJf an hour the carriage was off with the banker himself inside, and Jack upon the seat with the coachman. They found the two girls in a lively humor, evidently none the worse for their wetting. When they were dressed, and ready to leavP-1 the two girls went up to Mrs. Adams and kissed her, saying they would both come out to see her, and show her how much they appreciated her kindness. Miss Mandeville turned. to Jack, and held out he1 hand, saying: "I owe you my life, and hardly know how to tell you how grateful I am. I won't insult you by offering you -1 reward, but I beg you to keep this in re1J1embran1:e of the girl whose lifa you saved," and she drew a sparkling diamond ring from her finger as she spoke and placed it in his hand. "Had you not come to us we would both have been drowned. You just ought to have seen him, papa! He didn't hesitate a moment, but plunged in and swam out to us!" Jack tried to refuse the gift, but she would not let him, and during the next moment Emory Ward stepped up to him and placed h.1 ring in his hand, saying as she did so: "I wish to be remembered, too. I am sure I shall never forget the man who saved my life." Jack tried his best to refuse the gift, but without avail. "It's no use, young man," said Mr. Mandeville, laughing and stepping forward to grasp his hand. "Those girls will have their own way, and you may as well submit. You have done a manly thing, and I want to say that you can draw on my friendship as long as you live, and I shall always be gfad to call you my friend." "Well, I suppose I can't help myself," J1ick replied, as the banker and the two girls went out to the carriage. "They are very grateful, at any rate," said Mrs. Adams, when they were gone. "And very beautiful, too," Jack replied_ wok -.. .-.... i -

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THE RIV AL NINES ing at the rings the two girls had placed in his hand. "But I wish they had not given me these. lt looks too much like paying me for what I did." "Oh, no, not at all," said his aunt. "She said she would not in sult you with a reward, but did want you to take that to remember her by. I heard her say that." "Yes, so did :!:. It's all right, I guess, but I can't wear them." "Why not? They are yours." "What! A poor boy like me wear $500 dia mond rings! I am not an idiot if I am your nephew." The turned quickly and gave him a slap, at which he laug h e d good-naturedly. "You might do worse things than wear diamond rings,'' she remarked. "Well, maybe I'll be engaged one of these days, and won't have to buy a ring for my girl," and laughed as he stowed them away in one of Jiis pockets. Ten minutes he was on his way home, wondering what Berkeley Ward would think of his sa1e ing his sweetheart and sister from drowning. When he reached home he went into the kitchen and asked for his supper. His mother wanted to know how his clothes, which he had taken off an houi before, became so wet, and he tbld _her the story of the rescue. "Oh, Jack!" she exclaimed. "I am so glad you did that!" "So am I, mother," he replied. The. next day the papers contained a full account of the rescue, and Jack became a hero at once. Only one more day intervened, and then the Reds and Grays would meet on the diamond. The Reds in the mill where Jack worked gave him a round of cheers when he went to his place, and tl!e superintendent came around to shake hands with him. At noon the cashier sent for him to call at the office, and he hastened to respond. "The company will furnish your team with music tomorrow at the baseball game. The Lawrence Band will be subject to your orders all the afternoon," said the cashier. "By Ge<>rge!" exclauned Jack. "We'll all get the big head, I'm afraid!" "You don't want to let your head swell, my boy. The Grays are a good team, you know." "Yes so they are. We have no reputation to lose, though, but we are going to do our best." And then he thanked the company, in behalf of the Reds, and went back to his work. Precisely on time the next day the Reds, in their scarlet uniforms, marched out to the baseball grounds with the Lawrence Cornet Band at their head. 'When thev reached the ground, and entered the inclosure, Jack and the others of-the nine were astounded at the vast audience assembled to see the gat ne. The vas t majority had come merely to see the young hero who had saved two lives two days before. But for that incident, three-fourths of those present would have stayed away, believing that the Grays would wipe up the ground with the Reds. When the Reds came on the grounds two policemen placed themselves at the head of the band and led the way around the field. "We are in for it, boys," said Jack in low tones. "Follow the band, two together, arm in ai:m." And then he carried the bat on his shoulder like a musket, and marched bravely around the field at the head of the nine_ "There he is! That's him with t1i e bat!" called out hundreds,' and a great cheer greeted him all along the line. The Gra}'s seemed quite taken aback by the demonstrat10n, and Berkeley Ward whispered to Henry St. Clair: crowd -with him, but we'll give him a beatmg that will make him sick." As soon as the music ceased the umpire called the game, and St. Clair of the Grays went to the bat, and Tom Henley went to the pitcher's box. When _began to imitate the squirming of professional pitchers before delivering the ball the GJ,"ays laughed outright. But when the ball went at St. Clair in a dizzy curve they were St. Clair didn't strike at it, and the umpire called: "One strike!" The second ball went like an aerial corkscrew and St. Clair, da:oed and bewildered let it pass' !'Two strikes!',_ called out the and Berkeley Ward turned pale. The. thi.rd. ball went fair and straight, but curved within three feet of the bat and was the catcher, St. Clair having swung at it and missed. This was a revelation to the Grays and sensation was in the air. No on the 'ground had that Tom Henley knew anything about p1tchmg curved balls. Berkeley called Jones to' the bat. He smashed the ball and was caught out by Mix. Miller followed, 'and sent the ball plump into Jack Millbanke's hands, and the Reds went to the bat. Mix went to the bat, and St. Clair went to the pitcher's box Mix smashed the ball, and got to fir st, then dashed to second. Alden sent the ball to right field, and Mix got to third. The next batter got to second, and Mix got home amid wild The Reds scored one run in the first mnmg. In the second inning Wilmot went to the bat and got to s econd base. Merritt made a hit and the ball went to Alden. Before it could returned both batters had cros se d the home plate The Grays leaped for joy. They had s cored runs .. Ellis. "_Vas caught The Reds played well rn .then half, but did not make a run In the third inning the Grays .made one run and the Reds two, and the score was tied. Eve1body was astonished at the playing of the and .Berkeley Wa_rd hurried here and there, givmg whispere d warnings to his -men. In the fourth inning the Grays scored two runs and the Red s three, and again they were ahead How the mill people yelled. In the fifth inning Miller smashed the ball to left field and dashed to second, finally stealing and coming home. on Jones' hot grounder to right center, thus evenmg up the s core again Again the Reds were at the bat. The first man up flied out, the second fouled out, and the third flied out. The Grays fared ""ho better, and the seventh inning ended in the same way-no runs for either side. Never did an audience watch a game with more breathless interest.

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THE RIV AL NINES 5 -"Steady, Reds!" called out Jack, and the "eighth inning began. Henley bunted the ball, and was thrown out. Jones settled Mix. Miller caught out Alden. The Grays fared no better, and were retired without a run. "They are still tied!" cri. ed a voice from the grandstand. "Ten to one on the Reds!" yelled a hoarse voice bac.1<: of first base. In the ninth inning the Reds had two men out when Jack went to the bat. He sent a -hot rrounder to left center, and das hed for second. The ball was sent to nail him at third, but passed the third baseman, and Jack scudded for the home plate, while every man, woman and child on the ground yelled encouragement. On, on he ran, and the yells became frantic. The ball sped through the air to the catcher. By .a supreme effort Jack slid to the plate on his chest, with just one second to spare. Then he rolled ever on the g.round, his face turned skyward, and over it seemed to spread the pallor of death. CHAPTER IV:-J ack is hurt in the Game Jack's home run saved the game, and the wildest cheering that ever greeted a nine in the moment of victory burst from the vast au.dience. Even those who had always backed the Grays caught the enthusiasm, and cheered, too. The band played "Hail to the Chief," and the Reds threw their caps in the air. Suddenly Tom Henley looked around and saw that Jack still lay by the home plate, white motionless. "By George! Look at Jack, boys!" he exclaimed, running up to where Jack lay. Others rushed up, and then they tried to lift him to his feet. "Good Lord!" gasped Fred Alden. "He's dead!" Joe Mix .r.an out into the field, away .from the little gray group Jack, and waved his hand for silence. . Instantly the audience became quiet. "Is there a doctor here?" Joe sang out. "Mill banke is hurt!" Deeps murmurs of sympathy were heard on all sides, and hundreds rushed for the home plate_. "I am a physician!" cried a tall, stalwart man, making his way through the crowd to where Jack lay. "Stand back! Give him air!" In a few moments a clear space of some ten or fifteen feet was made, and the doctor at once made an examination of the unconscious captain of the Reds. "Here's some ammonia, doctor," a man said, pushinghis way through the crowd. "Ah! glad you thought of it," said the physi cian, taking the bottle, removing the cork, and applying the mouth of the bottle to Jack's nose. In half a minute he gasped, then he uttered a groan and opened his eyes. The doctor gave him a sip of icewater, and then asked: "How do you feel now?" Jack looked up at him in utter amazement, as if his thoughts were anywhere else but there. .. \Vhat's the matter?" he finally asked. "The Reds won, Jack!" sung out Tom Henley. "Did we win? Did I get home in time?" Ja.ck asked, as if the nfW/s electrified him. "Yes, but-you felLu.nconscfous," said the doctor. "Are you hurt, anywhere?:' "Oh, it was the most terrible strain of my life; I.t was just a little too much for me, I guess: I'm all right now." Joe Mix again ran out into the centre of the field. waved hi s hand to the audience, and said: "Jack Millbanke overstrained an.d fainted. He says he's all right now. Let's give him three cheers and a tiger!" Men and women cheered wildly, giving the Reds' captain a dozen tigers ere they ceased ; Then Joe saw a young lady beckoning to him from the grandstanrl, and he made his way to ber. She had a bouquet of hands ome flowers in her hand. "Take these to Jack, and tell him Jessie Man devjlle sends them with her congratulations," and she gave Jae the flowers a s she spoke. When he reached Jack he found him on his feet surrounded by the mill hands, who had broken to the field, and were trying to get him on their shoulders. The doctor was keeping them at bay and demandingthat Jack be sent home in a riagc. "Here, Jack-from Miss Mandeville," said Joe thrusting the bouquet into his hand. "And se11t her congratulations with it." "Did she?" And Jack's yes told how glad he felt in the knowledge that she recognized the victory the Reds had won. "Here, Jack!" cried Fred Alden, pushing his wav to his side. "Mr. Mandeville has sent his carriage to take you home." "Then you had better go at once," said the doc tor. "And let me advise you to go .right to bed and stay there till moniing. You have had a se vere strain, and must_ take care of yourself." "Yes," said Jack: "I feel as weak as a kitten. what is your name, doctor?" "Dr. Jaynes-here is my card. But you don't' owe me anything, mv boy,'' and the doctcir led him to the .carirage and saw him safely s.eated inside of it with Alden and .Mix to take care of him. The carriage whirled away, followed by a volley of cheers from the crowd. Fred Alden told the coachman where to go, and a.half liour later Jack. was in his' humble hume. But he did not wish to go to bed. He said he was all right. "But you must do as the doctor told you," said Fred, and his mother, who was greatly excited, also insiste
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'l'HE RIV AL NINES one they would have crowed because it was no worse. I can't understand it. Our_.. team. never played better-never made' a single mistake. I can't say that the otherfellows did, either. Oh! to be beaten by that crowd Of mill boys, and be forced to hear them
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THE RIV AL NINES 7 and the .note that came with them will complete the cure. Sincerely yours, JACK MILLBANKE. "There, how will that do?" he asked, showing the note to Tom and Scudder. u is just to the point," said Scudder, "and any girl would like it." Jack sealed and addressed it, and then sent it down by Tom to be delivered to the messenger. He then placed the flowers in water, and t.he note in hi s trunk, to keep as a precious relic. "Have vou heard from Miss Ward, Jack?" Tom asked him, a few moments later. ''No. Why?" "I was wondering if she, too, would congratulate you on beating her brother Berkeley's nine," Tom replied. CHAPTER VI.-Jack in the Mill-The Second Game. On the Monday morning after the great game Jac k ree cived an ovation from the mill hands a s he entered the big establishment. He removed his hat and wave d it above his head with the rest ot them, and when quiet was restored sung out: "They can't beat the mill boys!" That touched them off again, and the crowd nearly rai sed the roof with their shouts But there was one stalwart vou;ng fellow in the crowd who did not cheer His name wa s Dan Fallon. He w:i s about 21 years old, and had once b ee n a member of the Reds. But he was jealous of Jack, and left the team when the latter was elected captain. He worked within a few feet of Jack in the mill. During the morning, while both were at work, Dan said to the young captain: "Jack, I want to ask you a que stion." "Well, what is it?" "Did those two voung ladies whom you took out of the river give you their diamond rings? I heard a man sav so last night, and I told him I didn't believe you would take anything for saving a girl from drowning. But he said it was true, and I told him I would find out from you. How about it?" "It is true," Jack replied, "and it is also true that I refused to take them; but thev would not let me off-they made me take them." "Well, thev couldn't have made me take ar.y thing for such an act." replied Dan, with a sneer. "I believe you," retorted Jack. "You are not the man to risk your life for another. A bushel of diamond rings could not have tempted you.'' "Do you mean to insult me?" "I meant to reply to your question in the same spirit that prompted you to ask it," was the reply. Dan was puzzled what to say or do. He did not quite unde r stand the meaning of Jack's language, and so he again asked if he meant to insult him. "See here, Dan," said Jack, "if you meant to insult me in the way you put that question, I most certainly meant to insult you in my reply. Now what did you intend? Jack look e d Dan full in the eye s as he put the question. "I didn't meant to insult you," Dan r eplied. "I think you did, and you have my reply. What are you going to do about it?" "I'll l et you know after work stops for the day.'' The man who worked next to Dan heard what P asse
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8 THE RIV AL NINES "I tow::hed the base before he had the ball!" ex claim ed Ward indignantly. f'You're out," repeated the umpire. "You are mistaken," cried young Ward, and bad blood began to show. Jack said nothing, for he looked up at the grandstand and saw Emory Ward's pale face. her eyes resting upon him with a strange exp1ess ion in them. "Play ball!" cried the umpire, and the game went on. Neither side made a run. In the next inning Berkeley disputed with the umpire. about a decision. Thev were personal friends, but the umpire was just in everv decision he made, and th<> mill people cheered him repeatedly. Berkeley wii's nervous, and the cool playing of the Reds rattled him. "Jack Millbanke." he hissed at the young cap tain 0f the Reds "you know well enough that I had my hand on that plate when you touched me with the ball." "Indeed I do not. The umpire and nine out of evory ten men in the crowd are against you." ;;But none of them know the truth about it as you and I do." "You are right, there." said Jack, "and that's whv vour Claim astonishes me so much." Just then Alden sent a ball to the outfield and was out. ending the inning. The ninth inning found the Grays at the bat, the vast ence in a fever heat of e x citement. Henley s curves made two of them dizzy, and the third was caught out. Mix and Alden of the Reds were quickl y caught out, and then Jack went to the bat. He let the fir s t and second balls an_d smashed the third like a thunderbolt, sendmg 1t awav out to left centre. He dashed to first, then to second and third, and seeing l\ bare chance to get home, das hed for the home plate. f!alf the spectators rose to their feet and held their breath. If he got home the game was won. Berkeley Ward sprang forward to catch the return throw and nail him. With both hands upraise d to re ceive the ball, he stood directly in the path. Jack dived between his legs and over the plate, while Ward fell heavilv to the ground a n d the ball l)assed on to the catcher. CHAPTER VIL-The Disguised Pitcher for the Grays. The yells of the vast crowd as Jack's hand touched. the home plate was like Old Ocean's roar in a storm. It was a clean home run from start to finish. Thev did play, but nobody heard the music. The Reds took Jack on their shoulders and marched around the field with him, while the Grays assi ste d Berkeley Ward to his feet, as he W;lS half stunned bv his fall, and stood about the ufupire, talking excitedly and gesticulating wildly. As he was being borne on the shoulders .of the Reds, Jack looked up at the grandstand, and again met the gaze of '\\'." a1d. Her face was paler now than at the begmnmg of the game, and there was an expression on her face which he could not understand. Jesse Mandeville was lbv her s ide. She held a bouquet of red 1oses in her hand. Suddenly, as if unable to resist the wild impulse of the moment, she rose to her feet and threw the flowers at Jack. He caught them, and it was the signal for every girl who had any flowers to cast them at him. It fairly rained flowers for a few minutes, and a cartload of them fell all about those who were bearing the young captain on their s houlders. Finally something like order was restored, and Berkeley Ward, who was a good deal the worse for his fall, raised his voice and called out: "I demand judgment. I wou1d have caught the ball and nailed him had he not thrown me." "You interfered with the runner by standing on the base line," replied the umpire. The the crowd yelled again. "You have rule d against me in both games!" exclaimed Ward angrily. "Had I done otherwise it would -have been so unjust that the crowd would have mobbed me," the umpire replied. "I would have been justified in finingyou heavily at one stage of th,e game. As an umpire, I have no personal friendships, Berkeley Ward." Berkeley turned away, and the Grays began ta leave the field. Thev were stung to the quick by the floral tributes showered upon Jack Millbanke, and felt very bitter against everybody. True, it had been a close game, like the first one, but in each one Jack had turned the tide and saved his team from defeat, and the umpire had to settle a disputed point in his favor. Berkelev went home in his father's carriage with his mother and sis ter. He was angry, and said some hard things against the umpire. "Did he decide unjustly?" his father asked. "I think he did," replied young Ward. "The crowd was unanimous against you. You were on the' base line." "Just on the edge of it." "Well, the less you say about it the better it will be for you, Public opinion is a hard thing to pull against." Young Ward said no more. He was too much upset to even think right. He went home, took a bath, and went to bed. "We'll settle 'em in the next game, best three in five," said Scudder to the Reds as they met at the Lawrence Hotel in the evening. "I thought but th:re e games we r e to be played," said a strange1 standing near. "That was the original understanding," said Henley, "but it was changed to best three in five." The stranger turned away, and entered into conversation with a man who was a most ardent backer of t)le Grays. "Wh0 is that?" asked Fred Alden. "Hanged if I know," replied one of the Reds. "Well, I know him," said Scudder in a half whisper. "He is the famous pitcher of the Chi cago team. He is di s g:J.ised, but I recognized his voice. His name is Hadley. I'm glad he didn't recognize me." "What's he doing here?" T om asked. "Tell me, and I'll whisper it to you," Scudder replied. "Well, I'll he's here to coach St. Clair for the Grays," remarked Fred Alden. "I won't copper the bet," said Scudder, shaking his head. J'Is he a good one?" asked a member of the Reds. "First-class," was the reply, "but I know all his curves." "But we don't," replied Tom.

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THE RIV AL NINES 9 "No, but you will, in another week. I'll see to that." "That means plenty of hard work, then." "Yes, it does." In a little while St. Clair of the Grays came in and joined the stranger. CHAPTER VIII.-Jack Millbanke Makes a Promise. Scudder was a wilv scherper. He had so e ene mies in the National League, whom he was bound to punish, and Hadley, the famous pitcher of the Chicagos, was one of them. The latter had been an active enemv of his in the three preceding sea sons, and when made the discovety of the Chicago J>itcher's identity, Scudder jumped to the conclu sion that he had been sent for by the Grays after their first defeat. "Ah, my fine bird," Scudder muttered, "1'11 give you dead away, but I'll find out what name you have assumed first." He went to the hotel clerk and asked if the man St. Clair was talking to was a guest of the hotel. The clerk looked at the stranger for a minute or two, and then pointed to a name on the register Charle s Rogers, St. Louis. Meeting Fred Alden again, Scudder said: "Show me a reporter, and I'll give him a J>Ointer that will make the Grays sick." "All right-there goes a reporter now," and Fred stopped the newspaper man and led him aside. Scudder gave him the story, and the next day the paper stated that the Grays were so badly rattled that thev had secretly secured Hadley, the grfmt Chicago pitcher, to come to their assistance, and that he was then registered at the Lawrence Hotel under the name of Charley Rogers of St. Loui s and was als o disguised; and the added information that he had been in consultation with the Grays the night before at the hotel. Naturally, the publication of this piece of news created great excitement among the lovers of the game in the city. The Reds laughed and. shook ha?lds with everybody, and the Grays were mad enough to fight. Sunday though it was the hotel was crowded all day by people eage r to get a glimpse of the di sguis ed pitcher. Hadley was disgus ted. He paid his bill and l eft the hotel, going to New York to get anothe r disgui se. St. Clair denied that he had seen Hadley. He had talked with Rogers, he s aid, who was an old ac QUaintance of his, and that was all. "Somebody has made a big mistake." he said, "or el s e put up a iob on the r eporte r The r eporter sought out F1ed Alden again and Questi0n l him about it. "It is ::h e truth. I know Scudder, and. h e knows Hadley said Fred. "Why did Roge r s sk i p out of town as s oon as-,the paper expo s ed h im, if it wasn't true?" The paner stuck to the story in its n ext issue, and the Grays stuck to their denial of its truth. Scudder walked all around the grounds, in search of a knothole in the big fenc e through whic h to peep at the Grays doing their practicing. "Ah, there, Hadley!" he said to hims elf, as he saw the coacher giving lessons to St. Clair in the art of sendinir curved balls over the home plate. "'I am on to your curves and all your twists I don't know your new name under that beard, but I know cverv joint in your frame, my lad." Then he t!irned away, and was on hand at the mill yard at six o'clock when the Reds came out to practice. The next dav the paper stated that Hadley, the Chicago pitcher, in a new disguise, was coaching the Grays at their ball grounds the preceding afternoon. That evenin!? Tom Henlev and Jack Millbanke entered the Lawrence Hotel, and the Y?ung captain of the Reds was instantly recog nized and surrounded bv a crowd of admirers. Berkelev Ward pushed forward and asked: "Have vou a spy to watch our movements, Jack MiBbanke?" "No," replied Jack. "Well, it seems that somebolly is spying on us." "Maybe it is newspaper enterprise," said Jack. "It looks more like baseball enterprise," sneered Ward. "It seems that baseball enterprise is something verv much needed in some quarters," Jack retorted. The crowd laughed, and Ward lost his temper. "Jack Millbanke, you're a contemptible cur!' he hissed. "Do vou mean that?" "I do." Jack sprang at him, but he was instantly and held bv thos e about him. Ward was lt!d away by one of his personal friends, who said to him: "The Grays ought to throw you out, Ward. You lose your head too easily. Jack would have pummeled you to a jelly if his friends had not held him back." Ward went away, and Jack remained at the ho > tel for an hour or so, and then went home. Of course the news of the encounter between the two baseball captains spread throughout the city. When Jack went home the following evening he found a note awaiting him. It had come by mail. He opened it and read: My Dear Friend: I owe you my life, whi ch you saved at the ris k of your own, and the sen s e of the obligation will never leave me. I am sure that one with the chivalrous nobility of soul you possess would never let one -appeal to him in vain. It i s with the deepe s t humiliation tha t I find my brother an en emy of yours and that on the very slightes t provocation he would attack you May I appeal to your generous manhood to avoid a colli s ion with him as far a s your s ense of right will p ermit you? Oh. if mv brother s hould so far forget himself as to strike" a man who s aved my life I believe I would not care to live and face the world again! Oh, let me hope that I do not appeal in vain! Truly and sincerely your friend, EMORY WARD. "By George!" exclaimed Jack, when he had fini shed r eading the note, "this i s tough on me. I shall have to take a good d eal from him for her sake. I appreciate her feeling s She is a sweet girl, and a good one, too. This letter mus t be kept a s ecr et, but I mus t answer it." M y Dear Miss Ward: In reply to your kind note, I would say that as far as my powers if self-control will su stain me, your wishes shall b e my law. I have no ill feeling toward your brother,

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10 THE RIV AL NIN:ES but for some unknown r.ause he seems to entertain a deadlv hatred toward me. Mo s t respectfully, JACK 'MILLBANKE. He mailed it that evening, and the-next morning Miss Ward r e ceiv e d it at her home. Its p erusal made her very happy. but in returning it to the envelope she unconsciou sly l e t the letter fall to. the floor. Whe n she had returned to her room Berke l e v hapnened to see it on the floor, and pick ing it un, read it. He grew livid with rage He did n o t let anv of the family know he had s ee n the lC'tt er. He denied-naving found it when his sister came. down stairs to look fo.r it, and soon left the . CHAPTER JX.:-Berkeley .Ward. Takes Adv an. tage of Jack's Promise and Gets Punished. That he saw St. Clair at the Lawrt>nc e Club House. ani:l "had a "talk "with him. St. Clan told him that he was .going out of tOVl'.Jl every. mornini? with Hadlev to take lessons in pitching. "I can't thi
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THE RIV AL NINES 11 "That is the gentleman," and pointed toward the young man. B erkeley went up to him and a sked: Did you wi s h to see me?" "If you are Berkeley Ward-yes .11 "That i s my nahle." "I want to have a private talk wit_ h you "What about?" "The baseball game you have on hand with the Red s." Berkeley lo oked at him a s if trying to fathom his mtitive s and finally a s k ed: "What do you wis h to do?" "I w!s h to help you with the game. Berkeley starte d. "Can you do it?" he a s ked. "I think I can." "Well, come this way ,'' and ward led him into another room. They sat down near a corner, and spoke in whispers for half an hour or more, and then separated. The strangers went away, and Berkeley re-joined Miller up stairs. "Was it a challen ge?" Mill e r a s ked. "No. It was another matte r altogether." "I noticed that you seemed to feel relieved after a few words had passe d between you." Miller remarked. "Bah! I am not afraid of my shadow." Miller asked no' further questions about the stranger, and B erkeley did not volunteer any information. They were talking quietly together whe n two members of the club came up and saluterl them. One of them said, addressing Ward: "We have just come from the Lawrence Hotel, Berkeley, and everybody there was wondering what you were going to do about Henley's act tonight." "There isn't but one thing for me to do," replied Ward. "That's what tbey all say." "I am going to thrash him when I 'meet him again." "Why not have him arrested?" the second man asked. "That would ruin me," Ward replied. "Well, you might be ruined if you tackle that young iron worker." "Perhaps, but my reputation would be saved." "For gameness, yes ; but a good many people would say you lacked gray matter. "Well, you can't prevent people talking, you know." "There are two ways of preventing them from talking about you ,though-kill them, or else do nothing that we can talk about." "To whom has he made such a promi s e, and wh y rlid he make it?" everybody a s ked. A sporting man who h a d backed the Red s suggested tha t c ertain parties w ere backing J a ck's nine on condition tha t h e played in each game and kept out of trouble till the la-st game was play ed. That seemed so reasonable tha t nearly every-body b e lieved it to be the case. At the mill, Jack had a hard time of it, for the roui;h fellows there thought he ought to have downed Ward when he was insultd by him. "It is the queerest excuse ever invented to keep out of a fight," said Dan Fallon. "But it was not invented," said another. "I don't believe Jack is a coward, or that you beli eve it, either." That was the talk all th1ou g h the mill where Jack worke d All w ere lou d i n Tom H enlr:y's praise, though, and many w ere e ven a s toni shed at his terrible in forcing Ward to fig!it h i m. "This between Millb anke and Ward is unfortunate ." h e said fo the othe r m embe r s of the nine "It has turne d public opinion a g a i n s t us to a certain extent, as we are all s uppo 3 ed to b e behind our captain in wha t he do e s. I say t o y ou now that if he gets into a fight with Jack Millbank e b efore thes e games end I s h a ll quit the Grays at once." They w ent to Ward a nd told him tha t St. Clair h a d m id. and insi s t e d on his dropping his quarrel for the present. He agreed to do so, and the practicing went on. But that evenin g he and Tom Henley m e t face to face on the street, in front of the club house. Tom stoppe d and loo k ed War d full in the face but the latter pas sed on and entered the club hou s e. "That settles it.'' said Tom to hims elf. "He doe sn't m ean to fight, unles s it is to slug me in the dark." On the evening of the day before the third game" was to be played, Jack was ieturning to his home when a carriage was driven up close to the curb and a girlis h voice cried out: "Mr. Millbanke!" Jack and looked, and wa surprise. t we do." eu'APTER XL-The Third Game and How It Ended. Berkeley Ward turned pale as death when he saw his sweetheart ignoring l.is presence and gjving all her smiles to the common mill hand who I I ....

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12 THE RIV AL NINES stood there in the clothes he had worked in during the day. He stood it but a few minutes, and then turned and galloped down the street, followed by his companion. "Now we'll leave you. Mr. Millbanke,' { said Jessie, extending her hand to Jack. "I am going to call on.. Mrs Adams on Monday evening. Will vou be there'?" "I shall try to be there," Jack replied. "And you, Mi s s Ward-will you be there, too?" "No, I have an engagement for that everung, but I shall send a message and call a day or two later." "I am su,,re my aunt will be glad to see both of you." said Jack, stepping back, and lifting his hat to them as the carriage drove away, "They are beautiful girls," be said to himself as he gazed after the carriage. "Jessie gave him a snub, and now he is a desperate man. Well, if I had monev to hold my own in life with him, I'd cut him out, if I could. I guess she is a:ttgry with him about something." He reached home, and ate supper, feeling quite hap-pyover the-meeting with the two girls. His mother felt proud of the :fact that they had taken the trouble to see him, and his sister, a comely girl of sixteen, said she would like to be at her aunt's home. to meet. Miss Mandeville on Monday evening. "Go over and take supper there," said Jack, "and I'll fetch you home. I am sure she will like you, Dora. "I hope she will," replied Dora. On the day when the ne;ict game was to be played a large crowd as usual was on hand. The band was again with the Reqs. The proprietor of the mill where Jack worked had ordered the band out each time to show his interest in his employees. This time he was on the field himself to see the game. "Jack, Miss.Mandeville has the silk banner with her to present to us if we win to-clay." said Joe Mix to Millbanke, as soon as they entered the grounds. "You had better have your speech ready." "By George! I can't make a speech!" Jack had a scared look on his f a ce. "I nevP.r once thought abont that! if I don't resign!" "Bof'h!" said Joe, laughing. "How do you know she has it with her?" Jack asked. "I can see it in her hand now. She has about the same f'eat she had last Saturday." Jack looked for her, and soon found her. She smiled, and partly held up the beautiful silk pennant. The umpire c a lled the g-ame, and the Reds wt:nt to the b1t, Joe Mix being the fir s t batter up. St. Clair tossed him a dizzy one, and he let it pass, but he smashed the second one straight into the hands of Miller. Fred Alden thras hed the air, and the ball rested in the catcher's maylies. Phil Dodd sent up a high fly, which the left fielder took care of. Ellis of the Grays went to the bat, and Henley staggered him with his gyrations. The batter let one pass, and whiffed on the other two. Jones fared the same, but Miller smashed the ban to right and J.?Ot to first, where he was le-ft. The eighth found them still even, with one more to the score of each, and the ninth opened with Jark himself at the bat. He smashed the sphere to right center, and to first. Alden helped him to second getting to first himself. "Here, Jack!" called a girlish voice. "\Vear this home!" And a small bouquet of roses came through the air, landing at the young captain's feet. He picked it up and pressed it to his face to inhale its fragrance. After smelling of the flowers a few times he stuck them into the pocket of his red shirt, just o.ver his heart, and kept on the alert for a dash for home. Mix smashed the ball to right, and J-ack raced for third at top speed. As he p a ssed the bag he was seen to stagger, and when half way to-rard the hoine plate dropped to his knees and rolled over on his side. A cry of horror went up from the crowd, and a rush was made for the unconscious player: "Back! Back!" cried Berkeley Ward to those outsiders who had come on the field. And then to the umpire: "We ai:e interfered with." The police soon cleared the field, and when Jack was picked up he was found to be unconscious. A call for a physician brought two to the spot. "He has been drugged!" said both in a breath. One of them took up the very much crumpled bouquet and held it to his nose. "Ah! Smell that!" he said, holding the flowers to the nose of the other physician. "You're right. He has been drugged," said the second medical man. Tom Henley heard what they said and sprang out into the field, crying: "AJTcst the girl who threw that bouquet to Jack! It was drug-ged!" A cry of atonishment burs t from the audience. Those who saw the gh-1 noticed that she wore a veil. and she had disappeared in the confusion of the moment. CHAPTER XII.-The Red-Haired Man. The Grays had won the game by one run, but it was not a victory they could rejoice over. They s tood around the si;-ot where the doctors were at work on Jack till the ambul:mce came and took him to the hospital. Tom Henley went up to Berkeley Ward and a sked: "Are you going to claim this game?" "I have nothing to sav to you until the fifth game is ove:r;, and then it will be a fight to a: fin ish," said Ward'. "Glad to hear you say that," said Tom. "But how much did you pay for this little job?" "What job?" "ThosP. drugged flower s. "Oh, I've got nothing to say. I am not to that sort of thing." "I think you are, and am willing to stake my .life th-at when the truth is known you will be found to be at the bottom of it." Berkeley turned with a contemptuous sneer on his face. "See here, Henley," said St. Clair, "let's have fair play. I am not willing to rest under the accusation that qur nine could be guilty of a foul deed like that, and you must not make it."

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THE RIV AL NINES 13 know you to be an honorable man. Henry St: Clair,"Tom replied. "I would not think of accusing any of you, but Berkeley Ward, I believe him to be of doing anything mean and sneak ing." "I would advise you to go slow in accusing any body.._ Wait, and see what can be found out about it." "The umpire decides for :us," said Miller, com ing up at that moment. "He bad bette r call it off,' said Tom He was turning away when a boy came up to him. "A lady told me to tell you to come to her at once." "Where ?" "In h{'r carriage." "Show me the carriage." "Come on," said the boy. Tom followed him, and was taken to the Man-deville carriage. "Oh, Mr. Henley!" exclaimed Jessie Mandeville. "Tell us what has happened." He looked into the carriage, anu saw Emory Ward, pale as death, leaning back in her seat, as if almos t overcome. "Jack has been drugged by a bouquet of flowers thrown to him." said Tom. "ls he dead?" Emory asked in a hollow voice. "No.'' "Will he die?" "Not now, I hope." "I don't know," said Tom, shaking his head. "Get in here with .us, please, and drive home," and Jessie made room for him by her side. He got in, and the carriage drove off. "It is terrible!" said Jessie. "Yes," assentea Tom. "Do you su.>pect any "Jack has a few enemies," he replied. "But do -you -suspect any one '!" persisted Jessie. Tom glanced at Emory. Her eyes were riveted upon hin1, an, there, dear! Don't cry any more. It will make your eyes red. I am glad Berkeley has escaped such a terrible accusation.'' "Don't say anything about it to any one till I tell you," said Tom. "I'll put detectives after him at once. But, Mi s s Ward, I did tell your brother I believed he was at the bottom of it just before I left the field. Please tell him I take it back and beg his pardon." "That's manly of you, Tom Henley!" exclaimed Jessie Mandeville, "for I know you and Berkeley have a quarrel on hand.'' "Thank you, Miss Mandeville. I would not do another a wrong." "Will you promise me !lot to fight Berkeley?" asked Emory "Don't ask me!" he exclaimed. "But I do ask you.'' "I am in honor bound to fight him when he demands satisfaction, but I will promise you not to iieek a fight with him." "That will do-you could not promise more," said Jessie. "I don't. think I could, either," said Tom. "I am satisfied. and I thank you," said Emory. "Did Jack make you ,such a promise?" Tom asked. "Yes, ru:iel he kept it." "Yes, but it was hard work." : Thecarnage drove on, and passed thousands of people on their wil.y ba<\k to the city from t1ie. ball. groi,m!ls. Emory J;i.ad just dried her eyes, and was look ing_ ant at the 'people they were passing, when 'She U(ldenly explained: "There he ls! There he is!" "Who asked Tom. "Theman who was with the girl-that red haired man! Stop the carriage!" CHAP'l.'ER XIU.-A Foul Game. The caniage came to a sudden halt, and Emory Ward sprang out. Tom followed her, saying: "Be careful, Miss \Varel. Don't make a scene, a nd get your name into the papers." "But I want to save my brother from the s u s picion that he had anything to do with drugging Jack Millbanke," she replied. "There is no need of your saying a word to the fellow.'' said Tom. "I know him, and s o does Jack. But do you s ee the girl anywhere?" Emory s ho o k her head. "Let us follow him, and see if he joins her," she suggested. "That is a good idea. I'll tell Mis s MandevillP. tha t w e shall walk s om e di stance," s aid Tom, and going b a ck to the carriage he told Jessie of intentions. "I'll follow with the carriage, and keep both of you in sight," said Jessie. and she instructed the coachman accordingly. J

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14 THE RIVAL NINES Tom then rejoined Emory, and the two hurried to overtake the red-haired n:ian and shadow him. She took his arm, and they talked as hurried alo ng. You really know him?" she asked. "Yes. His name is Fallon. He once belonged to our nine, but left it when Jack was elected captain. He hates Jack, and has been trying to pick a fight with him for some time." "Is Jack afraid of him ? "No. Jack is afraid of no man." "How is it they don't fight, then?" "Because Jack won't fight until these games are ended, unless he is attacked.'! "He has a wonderful amount of self-control, it seems.'' "Yes. Much more than I have." Just then Emory gave a start and clutched Tom's arm, saying: "Oh! I believe that is she-that girl who has just joined him." "She was waiting there for him, no doubt," Tom remarked, as a young woman, with a thick veil over her face, joined Dan Fallon on the street. "Are you sure she is the one?" "Yes," replied Emory. "Well, we'll follow, and see where they will lead us. "Oh, how could she have done such a thing?" "There are some very wicked, heartless women in the world," -Tom remarked. "Yes, and men, too." ';True--more men than women. Ah! They are going into that saloon there!" "We can't very well follow them in there," said Emory. "No, not unless you had on a veil that would your face.'' She looked him full in the face as she asked: "Would it be safe for me to do that?" "Yes, perfectly.'' "Then I'll a veil. There's a little store over the way, come on.'' 1 She actually ran across the street, rushel into the little store, and asked to see some veils. She was shown some, and inside of three minutes came out again, so well veiled that Tom himself did not know her until she spoke to him. "Now we can go in and watch them," she said, and they went into the saloon, which proved t-0 be one much fre_quefted by both sexes, and took their seats at a smal table, from wh e nce they could see all that was going on in the place. Fallon and his unknown companion were seated at a table drinking beer, and evidently waiting for some one to come in. A waiter came up to Tom, and asked what he would have to drink. "Will you have a lemonade?" Tom asked of Emory. "If you please," she replied. "Bring two," Tom said, and the waiter went away to get them. Ere he returned, Emory clutched Tom's arm, and whispered: "Oh! There comes Berkeley!" Tom looked around, and saw the captain of the Grays passing around the tables as if in search of some one. "Keep p erfectly still," Tom said to Emory. "He won't speak to me, and he can't recognize you be hind that veil. Ah! He has gone to Fallon's table. He seems to know him. Shakes hands with him-' .. and the girl too! Sit down-don't get excited.'' Emory had. risen to her feet., in order to g .e t a better view of what took place at the other table. Tom had to pull her down into her seat again. A second round of beer was ordered, and that included one for Ward. He drank with them, and when he had paid for the drinks he was seen to hand a roll .of bills to the young woman. She looked them over, as if to see that a certain sum was ther e, and then put them into her handbag. Emory Ward saw the whole transaction, and turning to Tom said: "Berkeley hired that woman to throw .that bouquet of flowers to Jack, and. has just paid her for doing so.'' "It looks that way," said Tom "but I am loath to believe he would do such a th'ing, though I am no friend of his. "I cannot doubt it, myself," replied Emory. "I am ready to go now," rising to her feet as she spoke. Berkeley Ward turned and looked in that dire c tion, and recognized Tom. Instantly he drew hls b,at down over his fl\Ce so as to avoid being recognized himself. Emory observed the act, and stood looking at her b1other, knowing that he coul d not recognize her, veiled as : she was. Ward wondered who she was, and why she looked at him so intently. She finally passed out of the saloon with Tom. Jessie waited in her carriage for her, two block s away, and as Emory seated herself by her side she asked: "Why did you get a veil, dear?" "I _wished t
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THE RIV AL NINES 15 fragrance. It was known, to<), that a young woman with a thick veil over her face had thrown the bouquet to him, and 'had> immediately dis appeared. But every member of the Grays, with the ception of St. Clair, claimed that the. game was fairly won, and insisted -On its being counted in their favor. In the meantime, everyone wanted to know how Jack Milloanke was getting along. The doctors had labored with him all night, and not until the next did they succeed in bringing him out of the stupor into which the subtle drug had thrown him. Tom Henley and Dora Millbanke were in the office of the hospital, waiting for news of his conclitior., when a carriage drove up at the gate, and Miss Mandeville descended from it. She entered the office, handed her card to the young doctor :n charge, and asked for news of Jack. "Ile is out of danger," was the reply. "Will you have a seat?" "Thank you," she replied, taking the proffered chair. But the next moment she saw Tom, and sprang to her feet, exclaiming: "Oh, Mr. Henley! I am so glad to meet you here!" she cried, shaking hands with him. "Have you heard how he is?" "They say he ii; out of danger," Tom replied "This is his sister Dora." "Oh, I am so glad to meet you!" exclaimed Jessie, kissing her. "I am Jessie Mandeville, and I owe mv life to your brother, you know." Sitting clown by the side of Dora, she began talking to her in a way that made the young girl feel at Suddenly she turned toTom and asked: "Did you find out anything last night about-" "Not, yet," he replied, before she could finish her sentence. "I hired a young fellow to follow them, because they know me, and I am to meet him at sunset to-day and get his report." "But that will cost you something," she said. "Yes, five dollars." "Of course you must let me pay it, and other expenses that may be incurred." Tom still insisted that he would pay. "You will not," said Jessie. "I will have my way." Whe n he finally yielded she said: "If it becomes necessary, hire the best .detec tives, and put them to work, and I will pay the bill. I am going to stand by Jack Millbanke to my last dollar. My dear, you look very much like Jack." she said to Dora. "Yes," replied Dora. "We do resemble each other some-what." "Oh, if I only had such a brother!" J ust then a young doctor came in to say that Jack was conscious and wanted to see Mr. Henley. 'That's my name," said Tom, rising. "Tom, tell him his sister is here," said Jessie, as Tom went out with the doctor. T"m found Jack in a half-dazed condition. "\Veil, how do you feel?" asked Tom. ''I feel queer. What has happened?" Tom told him in as few words as possible, and that he had a clue to the woman who threw the bouquet of roses to him. "Do the Grays claim the game, Tom?'' "The iimpire awarded it to them a moment or two after you fell." "What d9es she think of it?" Jack asked, after a pause. "V.'ho ?" "Mis;; Mandeville-:-or have you seen her since the game?" "Jack, she and Dora are downstairs together. She is our friend, and insists on paying all the expenses of clearing up the mystery of the affair." "I would like to see her and Dora, if they would come up." "I know they want to come," Tom remarked, and he went to obtain permission for them to do so. They were admitted to his ward, and when Dora saw him she threw herself on his bossom and wept. "I am glad to see you are out of danger," said Jessie, as she shook hands with him. It was a cowardly and mean act, and I hope the guilty ones will be caught and punished." "I thank you from the bottom of my heart, Miss Mandeville," Jack replied. "I. shall never forget your kindness and the honor of this visit. Tom says the guilty ones will be -caught, and when they are they shall receive the severest penalty of the law." "Jack, my father's lawyer is the best in the city," said Jessie. "Let me send him to see you. I wish to bear the expense of the myself. I am rich, and am involved in this somewhat,. as I offered a silk pennant to the Lawrence champions and a gold badge to the captain of the winning team." "I thank you, but I am able to pay my own lawyer," said Jack. Later in the day, a little before sunset, Tom re paired to the saloon to keep his appointment with the youth who had agreed to l!lhadow the young woman with Dan Fallon. The youth was waiting for him, and proceeded at once to tell his story. CHAPTER XV .-Brother and Sister. "I sat there and watched them for half an hour," the youth told Tom. "They talked in such low tones I could not hear a word. By and by the man with thP. black eyes 5hoo k hands with the red-haired man and the woman and went away, leavinir, them there at the table. Thev had another round of beer, whispered together for a few minutes, and then got up to leave. "I strolled out after them, and followed them down to Burton Street, where he left her at the door of 117, and went away. I entered a saloon on the corner, a few doors away. There I got talking with a chap I met there. I soon found out that the family in 117 was a mighty hard crowd bv the name of West, that the girl was Sallie West, and that she had a brother who was doing time for the State for burglary." "That is enough. You have done well,'' said Tom. "Here are the four dollars I promised you. Just keel> dark about this and tliere may be more money in it 'for you." "What is your name, and where can you be found?" asked the youth as he took the money. Tom told him, and took his address in return, after which they parted. Tom then hurried

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16 THE RIV AL NINES to see the chi e f of police and lay the matter be f-0re him. That official advi s ed him to swear out warrants for the arres t of the parties first seek ing legal advice. Tom waite d till Monday, and then consulted with Jack, who w ent with him to see Judge Greene, who was Banke r Mandeville's lawyer. "Miss Mandeville has already r etained me as your counsel," the judge said, on hearing Jack's name. "Take a seat and tell me all about it.". He was soon in posses s ion of the facts and at once proce e ded to have a warrant i ssue d for the arres t of the West girl. On Monday night she -was arrested and locked up, while Jack was on a visit to his aunt, Mrs. Adams. When he went to work on Monday, Jack kept his eye on Fallon, whose place was but a few paces from his own. Fallon did not have a word to say to anyone about the g-ame on Saturday, although that was the s ole topic during the day among the rest of the mill men. "Whoever did it ought to be drowned in a bag like a cat," said a brawny ironworker in Fallon's hearing. "Yes, and I'd like to help do it," said a dozen others. "I can't believe any of the Grays had anything to do with it." said another. "It mus t have been some sneak who had long odds in the betting, and wanted to make sure of the game." "Tom says the v a r e afte r the woman-that she is known, and will s oon be arrested." Fallon li s t e n e d. but did not say a word, keep ing s toodilv at his work. On Tuesday morning Fallon did not s how up at the mill He had heard of the arrest of. the We s t woman, and was frightened Sheden i ed throwing the bouquet, and the testimony agains t her was held back till the court could meet, and. call for it. By the middle of the wee k Jack was him self again, and had publicly stated that he was going to play the fourth game on the foll owing Saturday. In the meantime Emory Ward hap worried herself into a fever over the p eril that threatened her brother. One day, when they were alone together, she said to him: "Berkeley, you should not have done that." D one what?" "Hired that woman to throw that bouquet to Jack Millbanke." "I did not," he gasped. "Who has been giving you all stuff, Emory?" "Isn't it true?" she a s ked. "Not a word of it!" "You did not meet the woman in a saloon and give her money?" "No." "You did not see Tom Henley there, with a lady with a thick veil over her face, iust as they were going out?" "No; replied Berkel e y, though his face was a s hen hued. "Bc>rkeley, I was with Tom Henley, and saw you myself." Her brother reeled and staggered like a drunken man. It wa:; a crushing blow. "But you-you won't swear against m e ?" he groaned, .utterly broken up by the knowledge that she knew the truth. "No; but Henlev knows all, and if I am called to .sustain his evidence I shall tell the truth. You had better t-ry to settle the matter a:!ta save yourself." Ward reeled out of the room and made his way to his own apartment, where h; opened his trunk, took out a revolver, stood before the glass of his dress ing-case, and slowly placed the muzzle of the weapon against his right temple. CHAPTER XVI.-Almost a Tragedy-Both Sides of t. Story. '-Berkeley Ward gazed straight at his reflection in the mirror and pulled the trigger. It failed to explode, and a terribly sickening revulsion of feeling came over him. Every fiber of his mental and physical make-up seemed to revolt at the attempt; to destroy nimself. He staggered. to his bed and fell across it, lying there in a half stupor for an: hour or more, still clutching the revolver in his hand. No one came up to his room to interrupt him, so when he arol?e from the bed and saw his reflection in the mirror the greater part of his' impulsive desperation had left hlm. In his cooler moments he was far from being a brave man. He had not the courage to destroy himself, hence he put away the revolver and sat down to thinkover what was best for him to do. "I must see Fallon, and get him to leave town," he said to himself. "What a fool I was to meet them there in that saloon! But Emory will not. sav anything to incriminate me, and she won't be believed on her own uncorroborated story. If she sticks to her denial they can't prove imything by her." He bathed his face, took a drink of brandy to brace up, and then went downstairs and passed out of the house, without having seen his sister. "Surely, Emory could not have been so foolish as to tell her she had seen me in that saloon giv ing money to the woman who threw the bouquet to .Millbanke If she did, it is all up with me there. Confound the women! They are always meddling some way! Hanged if I don't b e lieve s he and Emory are in love with that mill boy. That duck ing in the river has turnea their head's. But I must know if Emorv really has told her." And he turned and 1etraced his ste ps. Going in quest of his sister, he found her in her room "Emor y, :nave you told Jessie?" he asked, as he put his head in at the door of her room. "No," she replied. "Are you going to tell her?" "No. But she will hear of it through Tom Henley." "Jack Millbanke, you mean." "No, I mean Tom Henley." "Does s he a s sociate with him?" he sneered. "She like s to meet gentlemen occasionally, Berkeley, as most women do, and he seems to be one." -But he said no mo:i:e. He went out again, feel ing very much relieved over the fact that Jessie Mandeville had not vet been toJd of his villainy, but there was a tugging at his heart, a great fear that his part in that infamous proceeding would be broug!it home to him. That evening Tom Hen ley and Phil Dodd strolled into the Lawrence Ho tel, and there met a crowd of baseball enthusiasts. who were discussing the contest for the Lawreno11 pennant.

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THE RIV AL NINES 17 "How is Jack?" a dozen asked Tom at once. "Jack is all right," Tom replied, "but he isn't accepting any more bouquets." "Will he play next "Yes, if he feels as well as he does now." Just then Henrv St. Clair of the Grays came in. Everybody iiked him. Henley shook hands with him; and a crowd gathered about them. "Where's Berkeley Ward?" Tom asked St. Clair. "Over at the club rooms, I think." "Is he coming over here tonight?" "I don't know. He feels very badlv over Jack's acddent." "Accident!" exclaimed Tom. "Yes. I don't believe that bouquet was drugged. "But the doctors sav it was!" "Yes, so I heard. But doctors sometimes make :mistakes. 'fhere were several varieties of flowers in that bouquet, I understand, each one with a perfume of its own. I don't believe any doctor c:ould detect a deadly drug among so many odors." "But we all saw Jack go down under the ef-fects of it," said Tom. "Yes, and we also saw both the doctors smell ing the bouquet," returned St. Clair. "Why didn't thev go down, too? You know, Tom, that Jack fainted in the first game we played, when he strained himself making such an effort to score the winning run. I believe he overstrained him aelf again on Saturday. "I believe you," said Tom. "I don't believe you would countenance such a thing as that. But I do believe that one of the mem)>ers of your team was at the bottom of it." "Is it onlv suspicion, or have you good grounds for making such an assertion?" "I think I have, and you will hear something startling before you are many hours older." "I can't believe it possible that anyone con .Pected with our team would do such a thing,'' said St. Clair, shaking his head. While they were talking over the matter Ellis of the Grays came in and looked about as if in search of someone. When he saw St. Clair he rushed up to him and said: "I've just left Ward at the club. He says we must call that game a draw-that we can't af. ford .to claim it under the circumstances." "That's the best news I've heard in a year," ,said St. Clair, extending his hand to Tom. "I think you ought to change your opinion of Ward after this, Henley." Tom smiled as he "Berkeley is not all fool. He does that in deference to public opinion-not from a sense of justice." "I fear vou are not disposed to deal fairly with Berkeley,'; said St. Clair. CHAPTER XVII.-J ack and Jessie. The next day Berkeley Ward declared his willingness to call the last game a draw. Jack ?rlillbanke was going home along an unfrequented street, through which he went to save time, when he met his sister Dora and Jessie Mandeville strolling along, arm in arm, like two bosom friends. "Dora, you must have brought Miss Mandeville :&his way, in order to let her see how ugly I look as I come from work," said Jack, as he bowed to the two ladies. "Indeed I did not!" exclaimed Dora, laughing. "You don't look ugly, either,'' Jessie remarked. "Oh, vour kindness of heart prompts you to say that," he replied. "I am not priding myself on my good look s, though, so it doesn't matter. I am glad you like my little sister, for she thinks you are the best and sweetest girl that ever lived/' "Does she?" exclaimed Jessie, throwing her arms.around Dora and kissing her. "Yes, and I heard him say the same thing himself, the tattler!" blurted out Dora. He kisses the ring you gave him night and morning because it was once on your finger." "I plead guilty," said Jack, the picture of confusion, "and am not ashamed of it. It is mine. It is the idol that represents a deity, and I :worship it because I can't help myself. I've tried to -to---stop. The giver of it is beyond my reachout of my sphere, ancii--'" "Indeed no," said Jessie, interrupting him. "May I worship you, then?" "Love me, and worship only God,'' she replied, laying her hand in his as thev walked along side "Come home with us,'' said Jack, "and after tea I will see you home, if your carriage is not there for you." "I came without the carriage," she replied. "I am glad of that. I shall see you home, then." "Yes,'' she assented, and they walked leisurely toward the little cottage home of the widow Millbanke. Jack ran up to his room and quickly re moved the shop stains from his face and hands, changed his clothes, and hurried down to the little sitting-room. Then he caught Jessie in his arm:; and kissed her: "Jessie, will you be my wife?" he asked. "Yes, Jack,'' she leplied. Dora caught her and kissed her, too, in her joy. Mrs. Millbanke was in the kitchen, for Dora had told her Jessie would take tea with them. The good woman was quite excited. She did not dream that Jack and Jessie were engaged. She was worried over her inability to provide refreshments for a rich young society woman. Dora finally left the lovers alone together, and went to her mother's assistance. When she heard that Jessie had promised to marry Jack, she sank down on a chair and gazed at Dora in speechless amazement. She went to her room to change her dress, and Dora looked after the table. In due time the tab'le was ready, and Jack led Jessie into the little diningroom. "Mother,'' he said, leading Jessie up to the widow's end of the table, "Jessie has promised to be a sister to Dora, and a daughter to you. I am sure you will love her for herself as well as for my sake." "Yes, indeed," said the happy mother, cla.sping Jessie to her heart. "I do love her for her kind-ness to vou." It was indeed a happy party in that little cottage that evening, and Jessie, if po ssi ble, was the happiest of all. It was agreed among them ta keep the engagement a profound secret till suc h time as Jessie herself saw proper to announce it. Jack was too happy to object to anything pro posed. An hour later Jack and Dora walked home with her, leaving her at the gate of her residence. On their way back they met Tom Henley and Joe Mix.

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lS. THE RIV AL NINES -Hello!" Tom exclaimed. "I've been looking for you all the evening. Where in thunder have you been?" "Been home up to half an hour ago, and am on my way back there now," and Jack's face betrayed the happiness he f!!lt in his soul. "What's up?" "Ward has agreed to call the last game a draw," Tom replied. "Well, that's good news," Jack remarked. Joe took <'harge of Dora and said: "You two talk baseball, I'll talk to Dora," and they both went off laughing in the direction of the Millbanke cottage. Jack and Tom went in another direction, arm in arm. "I heard a bit of news to-night quite by acci dent," Tom said is it?" "That Dan Fallon called at the Lawrence Club House a few days before the last game was playe d, sent upstairs for Berkeley Ward, and the two had a long private conference." "Have you got it straight, Tom?" Jack asked him. "Yes, I think I have. I overheard it quite by accident, and the parties don't know I was in hearing distance of them. They didn't mention Dan's name. The truth is they don't know it. They spoke of him as the red-haired. fellow." "That is proof enough as to his identity. ;But where is Dan? That's the question." "The detectives know where he is, but won't arrest him till they have something tangible aJ!.'ainst him." "It seems to me that we have that already." "Yes, it looks tqat way to me, tQo, but they say it is suspicious but not positive enough. I dare not tell 'em .that his own sister saw him pay money to the woman, I would not do that for my riJ!.'ht arm." "No. She is a sweet girl. Jessie said she heard her say you were a true gentleman all the way thrOUJ!.'h." "By George! I hope she told the truth," and Tom laughed, feeling very happy over the knowl edge th,at she had a s;rood opinion of him. CHAPTER XVIII.-Dora Follow s Jack's Ex ample--The Caotain of the Grays Plays Another Trick. When J ad: left Tom and wended hi s way homeward he was surprised to find Joe and Dora at the gate talking in a very lover-like way. Joe had been paying her some attention for several monthl", but not in a way to cause comment. "Hello!" Jack exclaimed, as he came up. "Making love over the gate in the starlight, eh?" "Well, that's a good way, is it not?" Joe asked. "Yes, I supoos so," and he reached over the gate and pulled Dora's ear playfully, saying: "So vou are in it, too, are you?" He could not see her blushes or the happy light in her eyes, or he could have read the secre t of her heart. Joe had d eclared his love for her and she had confessed her love for him. The young lover had pledged himself to toil and save till he had bought and paid for a home, and she had prom ised to be his wife as soon as he could provide a home for her. They both gave a guilty laugh, and Jack added: "I stand as a father to her, Joe, and if you expect to win her you must play ball better than you did in the last game." "All right, old man. If we win the next game I'll ask you for her." 'Oh, you must ask her first." "I've done that and she says it's all right." "The deuce!" and Jack reached over the gate, put his arm about Dora's neck and pulled her to him till their cheeks touched. "Are you in love, too, little sister?" "Yes, Jack," she whispered. "Well, kiss him good night and come in," and he turned and walked toward the house, leaving the young lovers to themselves for a few moments. She .ioined him on the little porch and went into the house with him. That night Jack had a series of dreams that alternated between baseball and love-making. In each one he was supremely hap py, for he won in both fields. When he went down to breakfast the next morning, he saw that Dora had told her mother of her engagement to Joe Mix. "Don't worry, mother," he said to her. "You shall not be left alone. I'll never leave you as longas either of us live." "I won't mind beingalone if you two are hap py," she replied. "But I could never be happy if you are left alone," said Dora. "No, nor I.'' added Jack. "Well, be sure you both be happy," said the mother. Jack hurried awav to the mill, and got there juc;t in time. Tom Henley rushed up to him, and said: "They've caught Dan." "Have they?" "Yes-at midnight. He was concealed in the house of Sallie West':;: mother." "The deuce!" "Yes. The detectives laid for him and nabbed him." "Well, you'll to go and tell your story in court this morning, won't you?" "I don't know. I'll know by noon, I guess." Just before noon an officer came to the mill and asked for Tom and .Jack. He was led to the places where they were at work. -"You are to appear at the City Court at 3 o'clock tomorrow afternoon in the case against West and Fallon." That was what the officer said to each as he handed him the summon s "I can't do it.'' Jack said. "That is your lookout," said the officer, shrug ging hia shoulders. "The Reds and Grays play ball at 4. o'clock," Tom explained. "The court has -nothing to do with baseball. I think you will get into trouble if you fail to appear in court." Both Jack and Tom were puzzled to know what to do. They were never involved in a case in court in their lives before, and had not a very definite idea of what the consequences would be if they failed to attend in this ca&e. They read on the notice: "Herein fail not under penalty of the law," and naturally thought it something awful.

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THE RIV AI:, NINES At the dinner hour Jack went to the office and submitted the matter to the junior member of the firm. "It is.very strange,?' he said, after reading the notice. "It is usual to call witnesses at ten in the morning. I'll go down and see about it. There is a trick of some kind in it, I guess." When the junior partner came back to the mill in the middle of the afternoon he told Jack he could not see the judge at all, and had to go the office of the lawyer who was to defend Fallon and the woman. He found him in and, on inquiring, learned that the judge had set that hour to hear the case. He then went to his own lawyer and left the matter in his charge to either have it called in the forenoon, or else put off until Monday. "At the best," said the mill owner, "all they can do is to postpone the case and fine you for not beine: present. Go ahead and play the game for all you are worth." "All right, sir, and I'll win the game if our best licks can do it." The next morning it was known through the mills that .Jack and Tom would not go to court to appear against Fallon and the West woman. The mill hands all left work at three o'clock and hurried away to the baseball grounds, eager to see the game. The grandstand was iapidly filling up an hour before the game was to be called, and every available spot was occupied all round the field by those who could .not secure seats on the grandstand. When the Reds came on the field the vast crowd of working people made the welkin ring with their cheers. The ladies on the grandstand waved handkerchiefs, fans and parasols. As for Jack he received an ovation. Berkeley had regained a good deal of favor by calling the last game off, and so he, too, received a welcome. Just before the game was called Berkeley Ward. went up to Tom Henley and said: "The case against Fallon and the West woman has been dismissed by the court, no witnesses appearing against them. I shall now have you ar rested for defamation of charactei-." CHAPTER XIX-The Reds Win. Berkeley Ward's object in telling Tom Henley, the pitcher for the Reds, that the charges against Fallon and the West woman had been dismissed, was to disconcert him. He knew how Tom hoped to get him into the meshes of the law by swearing to having seen him pay money to the woman. He accomplished hi s object, for Tom was all broke up over it. The pitcher hastened to tell Jack about it, and the young captain was equally astonished and disgusted. "He has beaten us, Tom," Jack said. "We made a mistake in not arresting him at once, instead of waiting." "Yes, so we did. But that judge must have been in league with him. Why didn't he put off the case till Monday?" "Well. I don't know. We must eat 'em today if we can." "Yes, but I'm just broke up over the racket, and that whelp of the Grays is laughing at us in his sleeve." him laugh. I'm ahead of him, anyway." "How?" and Tom looked at him quizzically. "I'll tell you some other time. Just do your best today. We are two to their nothing, you know." "ls that what you mean?" Tom asked. "Partly. I'll tell you mo1e later," and Jack hurried away to escape Tom's questions. He ieally meant that he had won Jesse Mande ville, but, did not mean to say so "I'm blest if I quite understand Jack," Torn muttP.red to himself as he gazed after him. He sauntered over to Berkeley Ward ana said to him: "If you play the game today as well as your lawyer played that drugging case you will win." "What do you mean?" Ward demanded blusteringly. "I mean that your lawyer has just saved you from State Prison by a bit of sharp practice." Ward sprang upon him like an enraged Biff! Biff! Tom gave him two blows with lightning-like rapidity on nose and eyes. It was over in thirty seconds1 for both Reds and Grays sprang forward and separated them. A tremendous sensation was the result among the thousands who had come to see the game1 and hundreds rushed into the field to. be near the scene of the encounter. "Clear the field!" cried the umpire and manag>er. The police engaged for the occasion had a time of it in clearing the field. Up on ihe grandstand Emory Ward, who had seen the fight, very promptly fainted and a great deal of excitement centered about her. Somebody brought water and dashed it into her face. She gave a gasp, started as if stung, and opened her eyes. "It is all over now, dear," said Jessie Mande ville. "They did not fight, and they are going to plav now. Don't get excited." But the play did not begin at once. Berkeley Ward's left eye was closed and his nose was .out of It was impossible to play, and so a substitute took his place, to the dis.gust, if not despair, of the Grays. "What was it about?'' Jack Tom, as soon as he could get at his pitcher. "He wanted to lick me," Tom replied. "He sprang at me, and I gave him two which I had been saving up -for him." "It may count against u s if we should win." "He tried to unnerve me by his news, and I handed him the remarlc that it saved him from State Prison. He jumped at me and I biffed him." "Served him right," $aid Jack. "Play!" yelled the umpire. The Grays went to foe bat, and Henley at once began tn puzzle them with his curves and gyra tion s Only one smashed the ball and he flied out. The Reds found St. Clair a dangerous pitcher, and not one of them got to first base. In the second inning, Jones, of the Grays, sent the ball skyward over left center, and sped away to first and second base. Phil Dodd stood to catch it on the fly, but by a strange mishap the ball grazed his .hands and land ed on his head with su ch force as to stretch him at full length on his back, and then flew off at a tangent. Jones made a dash for third, and reached the home plate, amid a roar from the vast crow d Jack and Mix ran to Phil to pick him up. He was quite dazea for a time.

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20 THE RIV AL NINES "How did it happen, Phil?" Jack asked. "Hanged if I know. I ought to have bagged it, but it got away from me." "Can you keep up?" "Yes?" "Sure?" "Yes I'm not hurt." "But don't you feel shaky on your pins?" Joe a sked him. "No. I'm all right. It was an accident." "Yes, s nr\ a bad one for us," said Jack. "Play!" sang out the umpire, and each one hurrie d t" h i s po s t. Miller sent the ball straight out to center field and s kipped to fir s t b a se. Ellis flied out and th e Reds w rnt to bat. Dodd thrashe d the air and the crowd eyed him a s if half s u s picious of the e ffect of hi s accident. Th e second ball was sent, by a glan cing blow, gyrating to left center, and Dodd rushed to first Ellis tried to bag it, but i t twisted out o f his hands and went bounding away. Dodd like an ostrich for home. The crowd ro s e at him and y e ll e d like lunatics. By a de s p erate s lide, he touched the home plate just a. tenth of a second ahead of the ball. "Judgment!" c1ie
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THE RIV AL NINES played in the City of Philadelphia on the grounds of the Athletic Club. Berkeley Ward left the city a few days later and his most intimate friends did not know whe_re he was. But in the excitement no one noticed hi s absence. When the train that bore the team to Philadelphia started on its j ourney, several thousand people were at the Lawrence station to s ee them off. Jack bore a handsome bouquet given him by Jessie Mandeville and all the others had !>i.milar ones from other girls. To his surprise Tom Henley received one from Emory Ward and Joe Mix bore one given him by Dora Millbanke. On the train were scores of sporting men from other cities. Many of them crowded into the car alloted to the Reds. One, a stalwart fellow stand ing near Jack, suddenly .caught him by the arm and hissed: "Hand it back or I'Jl smash. you." Jack tried to-releas e himself and the fellow downed him with a blow in th.e face. The a s sailant was instantly seized. He said Jack had picked his pockets of watch and money . ""Kill the liar!" cried Tom Henley, trying to get at the accuser. He was held by those near him. The car was too crowded for a fight. Jack was lifted to his feet the maddest perS-On ev:er seen. "Make room for us!" he cried out. "Give us room and let us fight it out." "Yes! Yes!" cried the Reds. "Give him a "Search him first!" sung out the accuser. "IE I made '.l mistake I'll stalJd up and let h:m smash -me in the face. He picked my pockets. Jack was searched and to his horror, the watch and por.ketbook of the strauger were found in his pocket. CHAPTER XXI-The Man Who Wzrs Robbed. For a brief mflment or two after the articles were taken from his pocket, Jack Millbanke glared at his accuser and at those about him. Then with a face livid with rage he -;ung out: "Here. Reds and friends 1 have toiled for an honest living for three years in the Lawrence mills. You know pretty much what was done to ruin me and how it failed. This man. has been hired to put his watch and purs e into my pocket in order to ruin my character. Give me fair play and I'll make him own up to it." "You are pickpocket-a thief," said tl>.e fellow. "I made you give up the 'swag.'. The will do the rest at the next station." "You'll fight him, or we'll kill you!" cried Tom Henley. "Up, Reds, and at him!" Every member of the team went for him. It .was their c .ar and only their friends had boug-ht .seats iri it. The man res isted, but' was knocked down and half killed in about two minutes. Then Jack went for him. He broke his nose, bunged his eyes and pounded him till he tried to escan e through the window. They seizecl and pulled him back. Jack's eye was puffed out from the effect of the blow. "A doctor can fix that up for you in Philadel phia," remarked someone in the car. The unconscious man was. taken up and carried into the baggage car. No tne seemed to know who he was. '!'1. e conductor said, a half-hour later, that a man who seemed to know him was attending to him. "Has he come to?" Jack asked him. "Yes." "Then I want him arrested as soon as we reach the city. I'll telegraph to chief of police about it at the next s tation." But at the next station the man himself left the train, and they never saw him aga in. Th e team reached the city in the evening, and were met at the station by members of the champion team. Jack's eye was nearly closed and the other one had a sympathetic di s coloration under it. "What's the matter with your ey e ?" one of the champions asked him. "Had a row on board the train and was hit," he replied. During the night leeches we:re applied, and the next morning1 while he was not as handsome as he was when he left Lawrence, he was able to see well out of both of them. Tom. Henley was just leaving the dining-room when the clerk of the hotel asked for the "pitcher." "I am the I!it.che:r.," Tom answe:i:ed him. "There's a man here lookingfor you-that ;young man over there," and the clerk beckoned to a young man_ !tanding near the cigar counter. The y oung man came over and spoke to Tom asking if he was the pitcher for the Reds. "Yes," he 1eplied. "Come th;s way with me, please," and he le
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22 THE RIV AL NINES "Ah! that se tles it!" he cried, his face beam i ng. "We'll-win the pennant, Tom." CHAPTER XXII.-A of 7 to 5. "What is it? Who is 'it from?" Tom asked, very much surprised at the change which had come over Jack since he opened the dispatch. "See here; Tom, will you keep my secret?" Jack said to him. "Yes, of course." "T.hen read for yourself," and he handed him the dispatch. Tom read it quickly. "Great Scott, Jack!" he exclaimed; have you won her?" "Yes; we are engaged." Tom whistled. He had never dreamed of such a thing. It nearly took his breath away. "Just keep it to yourself," Jack said, taking the bit of yellow paper and carefully storing it_ away in his breast pocket. "It just puts new life into me. We'll win the game today, o:r else these Philadelphians are the best players in the world." "They are the best in the league, you know." "Yes, but we'll beat 'em. Heavens, Tom I must take that pennant back to Lawrence and lay it at Jessie's feet." "Yes, so you must." Tom went for the other members of the team, brought them to Jack, who read the dispatch to them, save the last three words, leaving the impression on their minds that it was sent to the enti're team. "Now, boys," he said to them. "We must play ball as we never played before. We must win. Do you catch on?" "You bet we do!" replied Fred Alden, tand we are going to win, too." "If we don't I won't go back to Lawrence, J' put in Phil Dodd. The others laughed, but all said they intended to win. They marched out to the grounds and found an immense crowd there. The mayor himself was on the grandstand. "They are manly-looking boys," the mayor said when he saw the Reds march around the field. The ladies all declared them the handsomest team they had ever seen. "They are not grown yet, though," said a young miss of sixteen summers. "Why didn't they send men to play?" "Because they know their boys could fetch back the pennant," said a Lawrence man, who was near enough to hear her. The game was called. The Philadelphia uitcher put two of the out with his curves in a very few minutes, and the third smashed the ball to right center, and was caught out, amid the <>neering laughter of the Philadelphia crowd. But Tom Henley's curves were equally puzzling to the Philadelphians, and three basemen thrashed the air in quick succession till the limit was exhausted, and they had to go to the field again. "See here," said the league captain to his team, "those boy s are going to give us trouble. You want to do your best. Just keep your eyes open." In the second inning Alden smashed the ball to left fieM and got t o second base. Mix flied out and Dodd sent out a hot one to right center, got to second, whilst Alden cantered home. It was neatly done and the mayor himself led the applause. The audience wdke up to the fact that the boys were ahead of the champions, and that Tom Henley was a wonder as a pitcher. The third in]ling placed the boys two ahead, and the champions began to get rattled. In the fourth the champions made one rim and the Reds one, making the sco1e stand one to three. An hour later the game ended with the Reds scoring 7 and the champions 5, and the immense crowd cheered the victor!i_ to the skies. Jack telegraphed to Jessie: "We beat them 7 to 5. "JACK." She telegraphed back: "We know ou r boys will win and are proud of them "JESSIE." Jack showed it to the bciys and they gave her three and a tiger. The next morning the city papers gave whole columns to the game. They also published the indorsement sent lzy the mayor of Lawrence, and apologized to the Reds for the things said about them the day before. When the second game was called a still larger crowd was there to see it. The champions no longer had an air of superiority about them, nor did they turn up their noses at the boys from Lawrence. On the contrary, they were quite nervous, for they had not yet fathomed the mystery of Tom's curves. In the first inning both teams made one run each. In the second the champions made two runs and t-he Reds one. The crowd yelled itself hoarse o_ver the gain. In the third the Reds mane two runs and the champions one-thus making the score 4 to 4. The fourth inning was an exciting one, but it ended with one run to the credit of each team. The fifth was a fruitless one, and they entered upon the sixth with. an even score of five each. Jack took the batand sent the sphere bounding out to left field and got to sec ond ere he was checked. Alden sent it in the same direction and got to second, sending Jack home ahead of him. Mix sent out a hot grounder which the right center let get away from him. Ere it was iecovered Alden got home and Mix slid in on his stomach about two seconds ahead of the ball. The vast audience rose enmasse and cheered, and the mayor declared it the finest inning he ever seen. The score stood 8 to 5, and the champions were almost paralyzed. The Reds raised Joe Mix on their shoulder s and were going to march round the field with him when the umpire called : "Play!" The champions :went to the bat, but they seemed dazed. They thrashed t.he air with the willow without making a run. The last inning was an exciting one in which the two teams made one run each, and the Reds won by two runs. Jack hastened to telegraph Jessie. ,He wired: "The pennant is ours, and we are yours. "JACK." ...

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THE RIV AL NINES 23 The champions surrendered th. e pennant gracefully, and refused to play the third game, saying it could not change the result, and the Reds took their leave of the field of their triumph and re-turned home to Lawrence. CHAPTER XXIII.-;-Tom's Disco .very. Just as the boys were about to leave Philadelphia to return to Lawrence, Tern Henley and Joe Mix ran up against the man whom Jack had knocked out on the train the third day before. He was accompanied by a man with a full black beard. "Ah!, You are here, are you?" Tom exclaimed, around !or an offi<;er. "Yea, I am here.' was the reply. "What a1e you going to do about it?" "I'll have you arrested if I can find an officer." "Why not arrest me yourself?" -"I am not ari officer." "You are p.;lad of it,.ain't you?" the man with the black beard said. -At the sound of his voice Tom wheeled, looked l;>.im full in the face, and then snatched at his beard. It was clone quick as a flash. The beard came off, and Berkeley Ward stood facing him. With an exclamation of wrath Ward aimed a blow at his face. Tom parried it, and then the other struck at him. Almost instantly two officers appeared, and both were caught. "I'll go with you and make charges agains t them, officers," said Tom. "So will I ," said Joe. "I know one of them." "What do you arrest me for?" 'Ward demanded. "As a suspicious character," was the reply. "But I am a well known citizen of Lawrence." "You have b ee n for three days in the company of a well-known crook, and in at that. We have ben n watching you." "Great cott !" gasped Tom, looking at Ward. "You put up that job on Jack!" Ward was white a s a she1::t. "Joe,". said Tom, tur;iing to Mix. "Run back to the hotel and tell Jack we have caught his man and Berkeley Ward together, and that he mus t remain over and see what will b e done with them. Tell him to telegraph to Lawre n ce postponing our return home." .Toe hurried away and Tom w ent on to the station with the prisoners The officer had hold of Ward's !!!ft arm as they w alked along the street. Suddenly V'.'ard drew a revolver from a pocket and fired at Tom's head some five or six feet away. Tom's hat fell to the ground and he reeled and fell against the other officer. Crack! A second shot followe d, and Berkeley Ward sank down to the pavement, blood streaming from a ghastly wound on his head. The two officers were utterly dumbfounded-the whole thing was done so quickly and unexpectedly. They stood over .the two fal len ones as if uncertain what to do, and a crowd quickly gathered. The officer who held the other prisoner made o;;ure of keeping him bv handc uffing hia right wrist to his left. Then he drew his club, and assisted the other in keeping back the crowd. Other policemen came, and then an ambulance followed. "Both stunned-only flesh wounds," said the ambulance surgeon. "Take them to the hospital." The two were sent to the hospital and the other prisoner was take n to the nolice station and locked uu. Joe Mix was un-der the impression that Tom would soon follow him to the h otel where the rest of the team waited for him. Nearly an hour passed and 1;hen news came to the hotel that_Jhe pitche r for the victorious Reds had been shot on the street. Joe led the way to th surgeon. "Yes." Jack wrote: "Make no agreement about anything until yo11 see me.-"JACK." The eld(:r Ward and a lawyer were with Tom when the note was handed in. He read the note and said: "I will not agrel'! k anything for ele pre;:ent." "Why not?" l\'Ir. Ward "I have been asked bv Jack Millbanl:e not b do so," and h e s howed him the note. They both left the room and went down stair;; in auest of Jack. He was in the receution ror m. Mr. Ward went up to him and extended his hand toward him, J ar.k shook it in a half reluctant way and the other asked: "You're nGt going to Tom to pu;;h the law on B!>rkeley, are you. l\1illbanke?" "Yes o;;ir, and tC' pus h it very hard, too." "I am sorry to find you so vindictive "No doubt of it. But B<::rkeley ought to b e be hind prison bars." "Indeed, no! He ought to be in an asylum, for he i s as crazy as a loon." "Well, if the doctors say he is, he will b e sent to one, but until they do say so, I shal1 push the law on him to the last notch," and then h e told him all about those drugged flower s [!nd the repeated efforts Berkeley had made to ruin him.

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24 THE RIV AL NINES Mr. Ward was astonished. He had not dreamed of Berkeley being guilty of any actual wrong doing. "It is still more proof that he is crazy," he remar:Ked to Jack. "I am not inclined to think tliat way," said Jack, shaking his head. "H1:, should wear prison stTipes," and with that he arose and left the rich man and his lawyer to think over what he had CHAPTER XXIV.-Conclusion. As soon as Jack left them the two men returned to Tom Henley and renewed their pleading. But Tom was firm. He could not be moved. He finally had to call on the doctor for protection, ana then they left him. On the second day he was permitted to leave the hospital and return to Lawrence. The Reds boarded the train and took the league pennant with them-the prize for which they had struggled so hard. He was led to the Mandeville carriage, where Jessie, the fair patron of the game, was waiting to pin the prom ised diamond studded badge on his breast. "The Reds are -proud to lay this trophy at your feet, Mis s Mandeville," he said, laying the league pennant at her feet in the carriage. "We fought hard for it solely to show you how much we appreciate the encouragement you gave us." "Wear this as a pledge of my personal friendship for every member of your club," she replied, leaning forward and pinning it to the bo s om of his red uniform. Then she stood up in the carriage and waved her welcome to the others who could not reach her. "Jack, get in here and let me take you to your mother. You don't know how proud she is of your victory," and as she spoke she made room for him at her side. "Oh, Jack!" she said in low tones, lest the driver should hear her. "You don't know how proud I am of you. Winning -the pennant in a ball game is nothing in itself; but .your conduct has won the highest praises everywhere. I love you for 'your manliness, an"d one year from the day you saved my life my hand shall be yours if you cho os e to claim it." "I shall claim it," he replied, pressing her hand in his When the y reached the little cottage home his mothe r and si ster r a n out to w e lcome him. Jessie entere d the cottage with them, and 'there, out of sight of others, h e pressed her to his h eart and whispered words in her ear that fill e d h e r hea!t with joy and m a de her eyes sparkle. Joe Mix called early in the evening and Dora gave him a rece ption that made his heart feel light and happy. As fo r Tom Henley, the p itcher, to who s e curves and twis t s the victory was largely due, he was taken to his h o m e in a carriage A great crowd of the mill p e ople follow e d him, t o show how much they felt for him. A day or two later Jack and Dora and Jess i e went to s ee Tom. Jes s ie b egge d him t o promis e not to push the law on Berkeley for his attempt to kill him. He was obstinate, saying h e could not make such a promise 'J s it po ss ible a m embe r of my nine w ould re fuse me anything?" she a s ked. Tom gianced quickly at her and said: "No member should refuse you anything-even his life. r resign right here and now. "Your resignation cannot be accepted," she re-plied. "Tom, you hold the life of Emory Ward in your hands. If he is made a convict it would kill her-one of the sweetest girls that ever lived. It is for her sake that I beg-not his. He is undeserving. But she is a true woman, and the sweetest friend I have on earth. Can you refuse now?" "No. TE>ll her that for her sake I forgive Berkeley all he hasever done to me." Jessie threw her arms about his neck and kissed him . "Hello! Jack! did you see that?" Tom ex claimed. "Yes, old man. That's all right. She is going to bo s s the cro w d of us." Tom's face tnn::: d white and then red. His eyes met her;; and she said: "Faint hearts never win." She and Dora then left the room. A carriage drove up to the door of the little cottage and Mrs. Ward and Emory alighted from it. Jack met them at the door and the mother's heart failed her, for she had heard how Jack had told Tom not to promise anything. "Mr. she said, "I have come to see Tom and I beg you not to harden his heart against me." "Mrs. War$1., I came here with my sister and Miss Jessie. Tom has just promised them that for Miss Emory's sake he will forgive every thing." Emory's face grew scarlet and then pale. She dropped into a seat and seemed almost overcome. Jessie ran to her and caught her in her arms, saying: "Come and thank the dear boy yourself," and she hurried her into the room where Tom sat in a rocker. Emory went up to him and extended her hand -her face covered with blushes, but a happy light in her eyes. Jessie turned quickly away and left them alone. In five minutes they knew each other's hearts. and had vowed to love each othei: as long as life should last. A little later Mrs. Ward went in and thanked him. She finally went home alone, leaving Emory with Jes sie. Jessie left her with Tom, and so they were happy. In another year the city of Lawrence was treated to another sen s ation. that set the be s t s ociety crazy. .T essic and Jack, Emory and Tom, and Dora and Joe Mix, all called on a minister and were quietly married. Jack and Tom are now prosperous business m e n and very happy with their families Next week's i ss u e will contain "ON THE PLAINS WITH BUFFALO BILL; OR, TWO. IN THE WILD WEST." Be A Detective Make Secret Investigations Earn Big Money. Work home or travel. Fascinating work. Excellent opportu nity. Experience unneces sary. Partic ulars free. Write: GEORGE R. WAGNER D e tective Training Department 2190 Broadway, New York

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PLUCK AND LUCK 25 AL, THE ATHLETE, OR, THE CHAMPION OF THE CLUB By R. T. BENNETT (A Serial Story) CHAPTER V.-(Continued) "And, Al Adams, we owe all our happiness to you!" "Not at all!" remonstrated the young athlete. "I don't see how." "Had you not so gallantly saved our boy from those tramps this disclosure might never have taken place as it has done." "Purely an accident, sir." "A luc .ky one, backed up by manly pluck." "Well," laughed the boy, "I am more than plea s ed that I have been the accidental means of bringing your son back to you." "M v dear fellow, it has made me your lifelong friend." "I could not ask for a greater honor, sir," was our hero's polite reply. "And now, Mr. Harlow, I would like to know how Bud came to be in the possession of William Drew's wife for the pas t ten years?" The happy !imile on the old gentleman's face was im:tantly r e placed by a dark expression of intense anger, and he r e plied, sternly: "I shall compel that man to explain it, never fear." "Do you think he or hi s wife abducted Bud?" "I have good reason to think that it was done at the in stigation of Drew. He and I have b_een bitter enemi es for many y ears." "The n h e h a d a motive?" "Yes; a strong on e too! I don't mind telling vou about it. All I a s k is that you will keep the matter a secre t from the general public." "You c a n rely on my di scretion, sir." "V\' ell, it was about ten years ago that Drew and I a quarrel ov e r a business matter, and I am sorr y to say that we came to blows. I gave him a terrible thl'ashing and he swore to avenge himself in the mo s t t errible manner. It was shortly after this that my little two-year-old son was s tol e n from his carriage whil e the nurse had him out for a ride. I that Drew was responsible for it, but never could prove it. Every effort we made to recover the child proved to be usele ss ." "But how do you s uppo s e Drew's wife came to have the boy?" "I have no idea, but I intend to find out all about it." As Al thought his pres ence in the hou s e was now an intrus ion, h e so o n afterward took leave of Mr. and Mrs Harlow, s hook hands with Bud, and was accompani e d to the gate by .Te nnie. "Well," he laug h e d, as they paused under the trees "my call here was quite an eventful one, and end e d far diff erently than your father im ai;ined it would whe n he fir s t invited me to see him." "Al," she replied, earnestly, "you cannot think how mortified I was when I learned how unjustly my father had condemned you, and I hope--" "There! There! No apologies!" he interrupted with a laugh. "I don't blame him, so let that end "An d you will not l e ave off calling here?" s he a s ked, anxiou s ly. "As if I could, you little goose!" he laughed, as he took her white little hand in his own and put hi s arm on h e r s houl d er. She looked up into hi s eyes, and a hot flush suddenly sw ept over her face as he bent closer to her and whispe.red: "May I?" Her head sunk over on his breast for an instant, and he imprinted a kiss on her lips. ':Oh!" she exclaim e d, breaking from his arms in pretended anger. "Good-night!" he laughed, and away he went for his home, and she watched his manly figure until it vanished around a bend in the road. On the following morning Al was up bright and early, and after a morning run he had his breakfast. He gave his mother a brief outline of what happened at the banker's house the previous mght, greatly relievingher mind, a!t she had been rather nervous about the purport of the letter Al received. At ten o'clock he was down to the club-house drilling his nine for the baseball game which was to be played on the following day. There was a marked improvement in all the boy s and in t he afternoon he felt as if he had whipped the m into nearly as good trim as it was pos s ible to put the m. "R.em e mber, f e llows," said he, jus t before he d1snn:; s ed them for the day, "this is the las t practice game you are goingto get, and it will be up to you to-morrow to play even better than you have ever b een doing to-day, or we will lose the pennant." "We'll do our b est!" said Nick. Then they scattere d. On the following afternoon all the boys were clad in their natty white uniforms. and with bats, balls, masks and g loves they climbed into the waiting stages, w atche d by a big crowd. Al cr.refully s canned every one, and seeing that all were ready, be climbed up be s ide the driver and exclaimed: "Go ahead! A treme ndou s cheer aros e from the c r owd as they starte d off; tin horns were tooted, hats and handkerch i efs were waved, and flag s were flut tered, the boy s res ponding with a wild y e ll. There w e r e b e lls on the b.ors es, and as they went down the country road kicking up a cloud of dust they came up w ith numerou s oth e r vehicles all heading for the South Common bas eball grounds where the m atch was to be played. "Midwoo d roote r s are turning out in force said Al to Nick a s thev s p e d along. "They a;e bound to give us a good send-off, anyway. "It's pride in the home team, of course. "Look at that big tallyho ahead!" "Great Scott! It's fill e d with girls is it not'! "Yes, and there i s J e nnie Harlow with a bevy of her friends and Bud." When the boys were passing Je>inie sung out:

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26 PLUCK AND LUCK "Don't do a thing to the Mercurys, boys!" "You bet we won't!" shouted Al, smilingly. "And we are going to have you for our mascot-do vou mind?" "You'll win if it's up to me to decide the game!" laughed Jennie. And soon afterwards they the grounds. CHAPTER VI.-The Ball Game There were fully a thousand people in the grounds a quarter of an hour before the game was called, the grandstand teeming with the wealth and fashion of all the surrounding country. Jennie and her friends occupied one of the boxes. The bleachers were black with men and boys, and flags and bunting waved in the breeze. Vende1 s of fruits, peanuts and lemonade did a thriving business, and nearly every one held a score-card and pencil. A young man named Barry was chosen as umpire. Drew and his men wore brown costumes. They los t the toss and took to the garden to get a line on the batting ability of the Juniors The two nines lined up as follows: Midwood-Adams, p; Marsh, c; Abby, lb; fyr ner, 2b; Winters, 3b; Nelson, rf; Chase, If; Rich, S E ; Burt, cf. Mercury-Hoppe, 3b; Clark, cf; Bowers, rf; Howard, lb; Martin If; Connor, ss; Kelly, .2b; Camps, c; Drew, p. In the first inning Al led off with a good smgle to left, and was advanced to second on Nick's fly to Howard. Abby bunted and Turner walked, fillmg the bags. Then the first howl went up from the fans. "Winters at the bat!" Joe was a favorite and a good hand at the wagon tongue for he made a drive for two bags that set the afire, and sent in Adams, Abby and Turner in one, two three order. Everybody stood up and let out a roar, split the air, and a cowbell began to work hke a trip hammer. When Nel s on drove out a red-hot single to left Winters scored. "Four runs and only one man out!" came a gleeful voice from one of the boxes, and Al saw Jennie clapping her little hands to him. But the next moment Chase popped a neat little fly to Drew, and the rascally young pitcher sent the sphere to Howard, and two very sadlooking boy s went out in the field with the bunch from Midwood. With Hope facing the box Al began to put m some of his prettiest inshoot s for he knew that the Mercur y hated them. It was useles s however, for he s uddenly led off with a two -baser to c enter which was by Burt and when Clark cracke d out a long fly 1t sent Hope to the plate with a mark. to the good. Bowe r s E in!,;le d over secon d puttmg on third and Howard s acrificed to Abby, fa1lmg to score' Clark, but putting Bo-ver s on second. Martin hit to Rich, and Connor was thrown out by Al, as Abby covered the bag just one second before he got there. . Wl.aile the usual uproar was gomg on m the bleachers the Midwoods came trooping in with a bland and happy smile. "Rich up!" announced Al; then he walked over to Nick and arranged a few signals they bad agreed upon for the next inning. Drew looked as ugly as sin as he faced the little s hort-stop, wet his fingers, and made a sly motion to Camps, who crouched down. Whiz! came the leather like a gunshot. Crack! and away darted Ben, sprinting like a racehorse. He had to slide, for Clark had got the ball on a bounce and put it over to Howard so fast that the runner and the sphere seemed to arrive at the bag at the same instant. "Out!" yelled a lanky '.Plercu:-;r rooter in the s tand. "Wake up!" roared a Midwood fan. "You're daff y Barry, the umpire, held up his hand. "Runner safe!" he announced, cold bloodedly. A howl of protest arose from the Mercury people. "He's a bum umpire! Chase him!" Barry was a nervy fellow, however, and he asserted again, firmly: ''Runne r safe at first.! Play ball!" That settled it. There was no use kicking; his word was law. Burt picked up a bat, Drew let drive, and Burt sung out: "One strike!" Ziz hummed the leather again. "Ball one!" Another hot-liner came along. Whack! and off scuttled Sam for first, while Rich made a beeline for second just as Bowers in. The boy s hugged the bags, for Al had come up to the plate and made a gesture to them, which they all understood. "Adams!" roared the crowd. The champion of the club smiled and faced hi s enemy. "I'll strike you out jf I can!" Drew exclaimed in ugly tones "Play ball, you lobster!" calmly answered Adams. ''I don't want to speak to you any more than-I've got to!" Drew treated him to a malignant scowl and let the ball drive with a vicious twist and all the strength he had. Keen of sight, the young athlete coolly wl!-tched the ball coming, but did not move a fraction of an inch. And a s he calculated, the sphere missed his body b eing out of Camp's reach, the catcher misse d it, and Rich and Burt advanced a lY
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28 PLUCK AND LUCK A very Clever Capture One dark night in Nov e mbe r Police Constable Weale was on duty in Metropolitan Street, SouthWick, England. It was the principal fare, arid flanked with the bes t s hops, but, as is often the case, the arteries to this heart of wealth and affluence shook hands, in. a of speaking, with poverty. Weale was as stohd a man as ever took in his blue cloth and buttons. He was a steady. -going, sober, phlegmatic and strong as an ox He had never been to lose his head, even under the most adverse circumstances; and the traps which had been laid for him had never been sprung. This astute constable paced the street until he came to a jeweler's shop owned by Messi:s. Sheen & Shimmer. There were several holes m the shutters, and the g.as was always alight between sunset and -sunrise, so that the co!.1stal:He on night duty had no difficulty casting his eyes around the place. At half-past one, Constable Weale took three separate glances in th,e shop, tested fastenings of the revolvmg iron -shutters, the side door around the corner, and went his way. Now constables have a 1a rge experience in cats, meet all sorts and sizes on their beats, and it is not to be wondered at that they pay but little attention to aey promiscuous operatic music that may be' borne to their ears. Metro 'politan Street had its share of feline Romeos and Juliets and Const-able W eale was :generally dead to their voices; but on this particular early !llOrning a catcaR -0f an unusual nature his attention. It was like the cry of a cat with a violent cold in the head. Consta1>le .. Weale whipped QB.ck the slide of his lantern, b_ut saw nothing, and plodded on to the end of his where he found Sergeant J"andrews a lamp-post into a writing-desk, and scribblmg away in his "Ilot.e-book. "All well?" queried the .serg.eant. .-"Yes sir," :replied Constable Weale. "Not a creatur'e about, save a beastly cat, with something the matter with its throat." "Ah!" responded Sergeant Jandi;ews. think. You are relieved, by special perm1ss1on, at two o'clock?" "Yes, sir, I've got a party on at my house tomorrow, and-" All right. By the time you have done another turn you will find me and the relie f here." The sergeant's stalwart form melted away into the darkness, and Weale retraced his footsteps. All was well until he came to Messrs. Sheen & Shimmer's, and then, if ever a man's hair rose to the crown of his hat, cap, helmet, or any kind of headgear, it was (;onstable W e ale's. The cases on the counter h a d been forced, the w i ndows stripped of ,chains bracelets, gold_ watches and valuable trinke t&, '.lnly a few silver having been left by the burglars, and the side door around the c'.lrner was wid e open and swinging in the wind. W e al e blew his whistle as s oon as he could find sufficient breath, and in less than 'ive minute s S ergeant Jandrews and two other constables c ame running up. The burglary had b e en committed by experienced hands, and about ten thousand pounds' v.-orth of va1uablesnad been taken. __ The door had been forced in three separate places, there being three distinct locks, con structed on the mo s t approved plan, and the de tectives came to t l1e coaclusion that they must have been forced hetween the constable's beats. W e al e remembering the peculiar cry he had heard made certain that he had been watched, but h1e had examined every doorway and place where a man might hTde; :and was ready to swear that he had not seen a single individual, or he.ard footsteps, save his own, for more than an hour previqus to the moment of the discovery of the burglary. Next to the door so cleverly entered was a small house and shop, occupied by a Mr. Less more, cheesmonger and butter man. He was a man of small stature, and meek and mild of dis position. When he heard of. the burglary light blue eyes grew round with terror, and his scant stock of hair bristled as .if disturbed by_ a sudden current of air. "Bless my heart!" he cried. "What a mercy the rascals did not pay me a visit! I have never banked my small savings, but this will be a lessori to me. "Did you hear no sounds during the night?" asked a detective, named Tooney, who called on him. "Not a whisper," Lessmore replied. "I woke up once during the night, and wished those cats ;ere at the bottom of the Red Sea. "There must have been a very clever cat with two legs .among them. Let me see, Mr. Lessmore, you have not been long at Southwick?" "Only -six months. l came from Bertsea, and did well until a large firm started on the universal supply principle, and fairly settled my hash. If I had stayed in the place I should have found myself in the Bankruptcy Court. Tooney then left, and walked straight back_ to; the police station. "Ask Bertsea station," he said to the man in charge of the telegraph, "what they know of Andrew Lessmore." The answer came back quickly . "Lived here twelve months. Quiet and respectable. Meml>er of several soci e ties. ;\.ttended church regularly, and received a gift from the rector when he left." "That is not enough," said Tooney. "I want to know if anything particular happened during Lessmore's reside nce at Bertsea." In a few moments came the reply: "Burglary at Lady Jocelyn's. Two men tried and convicted. Shall we s end particulars? "No u se said Tooney. "Lessmore ,i,s what he seem s and l am on the w r ong scent. At that moment th. ere passed into the office a dapper little man, who, th_ e his name was menti on e d was received with profound res p e ct. He no other tha n Superintendent Hunter fro m Scotland Yard, and had run down to Southwic k to see how inquiries were proceeding. . h Every note made in connection with t e cas e was placed before him, and every scrap of intelligenc e was given him. "What was your reas on for calling on the butter man, Tonney?" he asked. "Well, I thought might .have "heard people

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PLUCK AND LUCK 29 about. The ji.mmy was used on three separate occasions and some noise must have been made when locks gave way." "Good! Was that your only reason?" "I thought I'd look him up, as he is a comparativP stranger in the place." "Good again! What sort of a trade does he do?" "A moderate one. I should say. He keeps only one assistant, and seems to struggling to get a living." Superintendent Hunter smiled grimly. "Some people struggle for their living in peculiar ways," he said. "Well, .we v.;ill miss Mr. Lessmore. \Vhat about hls assistant? "I know absolutely nothing about him, beyond that he seems to very attentive to his work. I don't think that I ever saw him abroad, save on Sunday." "A very excellent character," remarked the superintendent. "I begin to take quitE'. an interest in this good young man, l;lnd no less praiseworthy ma.ster. A parcel .IS' on for me. See that it is placed m the mspector s house, where I intended to sleep tonight." About seven o'dock on the following morning Mr. Lessmore's assistant swept out the shop, burnished up the scales, washed and polished the marble counter. arid then retired into the back room, which was used as a kind of warehouse. Selecting a tub of butter, he becpme very busy with a pair of wooden pats, making up butter into pound and half-pound rolles. So busily. was he engaged, indeed, that he started violently he felt himself touched on the elbow. Lookmg around, he saw a little man at his s ide : He wore a coat of antique cut, a soft felt hat, and blue spectacles set firmly upon his wrinkled nose. "What made you come through the shop?" demanded the assistant. "You mus t have lifted up the counter-flap." "I t.lid but I knocked three times without making you hear. "Well, sir, what can I serve you with?" "A pound of butter, Ah!" he s aid, "I see you have some remarkably fine Dutch chee s e s up there. Would you mind letting me taste one or two?" "I cannot recommend them, sir," replied the assistant. "They are of inferior quality, and Mr. Lessmore intends to-send them back to the manu:f'acturer." While the butter was being weighed, and made into a neat parcel, the ;ild gentleman sat on a stool and hummed to himself. He paid with half a sovereign, counted his change carefully, and bade the assi stant a civil good-morning, just as two constables in uniform strolled up. "A queer custome1 that," said Mr. Lessmore's assistant, walking to the door. "I have never noticed him before, and ever since that affair next to us I have been suspicious of all strangers." many an artful part. I have heard that he played sacred music on the violin, and was well known for his love of dumb an_imals." At that moment Andrew Lessmore entered the shop. "Come, Chiston," said he, "bustle a'bout It is market day, you know, and we must make hay while tJ:ie sun shines. Good-morning, constables. No news, I suppose?" jerking his thumb in the dire'ction of the jeweler's shop. "Not that I've heard." "More's the pity," sighed Mr. Lessmore. "My wife has been so upset that I must try and find a little money to send her into the country for a change. Dear! dear! It is perfectly horrible to think that there are such villains roaming about the country I A big, burly fellow came and stared into my shop last night, and I de clare he made me feel quite nerv
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30 PLUCK AND LUCK I > CURRENT NEWS JAPAN PAYS HIGHEST AUTO 'TAX in use in Tokio, Japan, mus t pay both mumc1pal and perfectual taxes which com bine to make what is one of the highes t annual tax rates on motor cars in the worl d The yearly ta..x on cars over twenty horsep<:>wer i s $312.43. FIRST BOB OF WOMAN OF 93 On her way to her ninety-third birthday, Mrs. Martha E. Gaughan, of Orovill e C alifornia, pause d long enough to say a word for modern youth-and bobbed hair. "If there is anything wrong with the young generation," she said, "blame it on their gadding parents. Bobbed hair i s fine. I cut my own two months ago. I should have done it long ago." ADVICE IS LEAN BABIES "Fat babies, like fat turkeys, have little resista nce and le s s good health," asserts D1. J. L. Bloomenthal, Director of the Bureau of Child Hygiene. "Keep them normal and stay safe." According to the bureau, 1927 models in babies should be lean. Dr. Bloo'menthal, in his said th'at while New York has the second lowest mortality rate a:mong babies much is yet to be accomplished. "One superstition under which average mothers labor is that a fat baby is a healthy baby," he said. Another is that contagious disea s es, be c ause they are ordinary, are therefore harmless. A third is that mortality rates among children that are born puny, or doll"t l'espond to usual nourishment, is unavoidable NEWEST IN STYLE Tomato-red suits will be worn by brunette men on Picii.dilly this Spl'ing if the recommendations of the National Federation of Merchant Tailors are accepted by the public. There also will be sunshine yellow for men with whose coloring it harmonizes. This is the newest shade which James Weddel, the president of the federation,_ has espoused. Raisin purple also is very generally offered by fashionable tailors, who are giving more attention than ever before to giving men suitings which do not clash with their complexions. Browns are s hown in a great profusion of shades, many of very bright. In fact, suitings are much brighter than they were for Wintel', and London t ailors are trying to convert their cu s tom ers away from the traditional dark grays, blues and browns which make London streets so drab. ELECTRIC MODELS IN PARIS American visitors to Paris recently, passing the display window s of a well-known dressmaker, were sur-prised to see real p eople in the window, displaying the cre ation s of the shop. A beautiful young woman stood in the center of t he window. She s miled, raised an arm, lowered it, raised another. walked forward a step or two, walked backward, and went through various other manoeu_ver s She s ee m e d completly unconcerned and paid no attention to the stares of the curious who crowd e d about the window. But it was notic e d that her smile was fixed and that when a fiv lit on her b eautiful no s e she made no effort to brus h it off. Then it wr:s reveal_ed that the young woman was a ma cJ:ime. It i s thi; new es t thing in m o d ern window d1spla_y-an ordm'.lry wax model equippe d with an electric .motor which operates the arms head and legs of the effig y in a mo s t r ealistic manner. The in the dres smaker's sho p-this was the first time the electri c model was u sedwas such a succe.ss that within a few week most of the smarte r shops in Par i s had installe d the puppets. enterprising shop fixed up its wmdow a scemc background representing a boulevard, and several of the automatons made up to represent men, women and child1en back and forth in a proce s si o n of the styles. To add to a real taxicab was parked bv. the curb m wmdow di s play, with a smiling dnver who occa s 1onall:v lifted his hand in a gesture soliciting busines s CAUSES OF FEAR History is filled with glowing accounts of brave have given their lives to save a frrend, sol?iers have rushed courageously into battle agarnst msurmountable odds. Men and women through the ages have shown their courage and ?f fear thousands of ways Now are mteres ted in knowing just what fear JS. They are experimenting in an effort to analyze the thmg called courage and bravery. In the laborat?ry of an English university experts are workm, g to find some methods of testmg fear and its underlying causes. Prominent i n the investigations is an instrument called the pupilmete r, which records the movements of the eY.es under the stress of fear. The eye s are supposed to record the emotion of fear whether we want them to or not. The faint flicker of an eyelid, ba_rely though it may be to an observer, JS registered by this re markable in strument. Th<: the form of a series of sh?cks .ad?1m1stered to subjects who recline. m chairs smlar to those u sea uy aentists. Special lens es, across which hair line s are drawn to enable the minutest measurements to be taken are fitted to the eyes while a kind of handcuff put on the wrist to permit blood pressure and :pulse movements to be accurately noted. Another mstrument, the pneumograph, which records changes in breathing, i s fixed to the subject's chest. All the instruments are synchronized and afte_r a of three minutes during which s ubJect is asked to relax, the shock s are intro duced. The shocks take different forms A -pi stol for example, is fired without warning clo s e to the' sub ject's ear. A kind of super-Klaxon horn is next sounded under the same conditions, and immediately afterwards a sharp current of electfi.. city is passed through the subject's body.

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PLUCK AND LUCK 31 TIMELY MYSTERY ARTIST IN CHICAGO EXHIBIT PROVES TO BE MILLIONAIRE AMATEUR The mystery of a fla shing lands cape canvas, called "And Then It Rained," was solved recently by the Chicago Art Institute in Chicago, Ill. Karl Ruble, the records show, painted it. He the canvas to the jury s electing subjects foi the annual exhibition of artists. "And Tnen It Rained': was among the favored 269 canvases chosen from the 400 offered A woman's club bought "And Then It Rained" for $400. Karl Ruble, however, could not be found. The arldress he had given was fictitiou s and so the Art Institute ,was left with a $400 check and an annoying mystery. Edward B. Butl&, Chicago millionaire and a trustee of the institute, came to see the Chicago artists' paintings: "I oelieve vou had a canvas here," he said to the custodia:i., "called 'And Then It Rained.' Karl Ruble painted it." "Yes," replied the attendant, excitedly ; "we are looking for Mr. Ruble. We have made $400 for him. Perhans vou know him.'' "I am Karl Ruble," said Mr. Butler. He ex-plained that he had wanted to do something "on his own.'' He wanted "And Then It Rained" to stand on its own merits Mr. B:itler has followed painting as an avocation for years. His specialty is landscape work, an firmly to the ideal of sharing with nobody its business 'Confidences. For this reason one finds no consolidated buying. Were Indian import }>uying dofie through joint buyers a group-of Indian importers handling several accounts-both importer and exporter might benefit substantially; but the Indian dreads such methorls, fearing, perhaps, that his private affairs may bei:ome public. This is true of Mohammedans and Hindus alike, and the Indian business community, therefore, is a mass of dis sociated units, Mch seeking to promote its own interest.-N. Y. Times. BRITISH M 0 T 0 RI S T S ON TOUR FOR WORLD EXPORT BUSINESS Alan R. Fenn, the English motorist, who recently spoke of the light car development abroad before the Society of Automotive Eng-ineers in Detroit, will sail for Australia in a short time a s a member of a delegation sent by llritish manufacturers te study motor conditions there and the possibilities of increasing the use of English-made cars. The oth e r members include Major A. BoydCarpenter, Member of Parliament for Coventry, and Li e ut. Col. A. Hacki,ng, Secretary of the So ciety of Motor Manufacturers and Traders. They will visit all parts of Australia. afterward going to New Zealand arrd S outh Africa, and expect to return to Enirland in August. Their visit i s part of the program of British motor manufacturers to compete more closely with American makers for foreign busin ess For the fir s t time in the history of the British motor indu sti: y, a utomobile exports in 1926 ex ceeded, numerically and in value. the imports. The total imports amounted to 23 211 vehicles, of which 1.3 5 0 were re-exported, l eaving a halance of 21.861 vehicles to b e fm'11ercial and public s ervice motor vehicl es Anoth e r has be e n the growing r e aliza tion o n the p art of the British public of th f merits of B ritis h cars and of the fact tha.t, w1'at ever may have b een the ca s e in y ears u-:-, the motori s t no lon ger has to buy other tha n British g-oods if he wants a thoroughly satis facto r y article at a thoroughly moderate price. ThE' tendency to buy British cars has been reinforced by a well-conducted campaig-n on the part o f British manufacturers who have pointed out to the pub1ic the many advantage s of buyine-the products of home factories.-N. Y. Times.

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