Yale Murphy, the great short-stop, or, The little midget of the giant New York team


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Rntere. C .Enteretl as Secowi.class .Hatter 1 ,, the New l'orlc. N. Y., Post O{flce, Jttne 30 . 1 894. Issu.ecl Weekly. S1tbscri11tion. Price, $1.25 1Mr Year. June 30, 1894.,. No. 87. IS r1n:1>: & S.\1 r1n, J,11hlishers, NEW YORK. 31 Rose St .. N. Y. P. 0. Box 273!. 5 Cents. Yale Murphy.the Great Short-Sf op Or, The Little 'Midget of the Giant New York Team. BY BILLY BOXER, THE REFEREE. YALI<: MUltl'HY. THE GltEAT

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:NEW YORK FIVE CENT LIBRARY. w,, 87. =-::==============================c=::=========---=========-:=--=-================== Y I M I ti G t c1 t Ct "Never mind how we feel," said Charlie, "it's how you a e lJ, le rea u rn11 -0 . as though I could pitch. the Bridgewater boys OR, THE LITTLE MIDGET OF THE GIANT NEW YORK TEAM. BY BILLY BOXER, THE REFEREE. CHAPTER I. THE MIDGET BASE-BALL PLAYER. "Hello, Midge !" ••Hello, Charlie !" "How are "Never felt better in my life." "Do you play to-day i" "Yes, if will let me." The little village of Southland, Mass., wa. s awakening. Shutters were being taken down from shop-keepers' windows; milkmen had almost making their rounds; and cows and other Jive stock had been sent to pasture. Two boys, about .11eventeen years old, were walking along the village street, which led up to the parade and ball-grounds, half a mile distant. Both were very happy. out in nine innings without them make a base-hit." Charlie and Midge smiled. They were glad to know Captain Bunce, of the Southland team, was in such excellent form. ny this time the three boys had arrived at the base-ba-ll field. Captain Bunce carried a bat and a ball, and, when he reached the home plate, he said : "Go out there and chase leather, you fellows.'' "All right, captain," cried Midget, as be made his little legs move rapidly to the center of the field. "Must I go, too, captain?" asked Charlie. ".Yes, you had better go, too, unless you want to be fired f1;om the team." Midge Murphy played a number of positions on the Southland tear.-.. He was as much at home at short-stop as he was in other positions. with perhaps the exceptiot1 of first base. Midge said he would have liked to play first base, but did not think it would be well for him to do so, b ecause there were so many wild throwers on the ni11e. "Now, if you fellows could throw as well as Captain Bunce, I might stand some chance of first," Midge often said; "but I am not so big as some of you, and I would not be in it when you got a little wild." All who heal'd Midge make remarks of this kind laughed heartily. The1e was to be a ball game that afternoon. Onfl, Charlie Peters, the first speaker, was rather tall They knew he was one of the players on the nine, f h . even if he was so small, and that if he could not play first or IS age. H h d f k Open face h' h t th d h t , base, he was one of the best short stops the Southland e a a ran , , In w ic ru an ones y d Id b d team ever ha . cou e rea . ' d k 1 fl' Captain Bunce d1 not noc r Ies. His companion, whom he called Midge, was very small. M.d h t f M'd t Most of his hits.. were grounders, and very hard ground-1 ge was s or or I gfl . He was not much over five feet tall, but with a figure ers at that. II d I d d d d th t th h d.d t Midge came in from the center of the field to short-stop. so we eve ope an roun e a ose w o 1 no I k h . Id h t 1 t th Id Sometimes Midge, out of deviltry, missed a ball which now is age wou say e was a eas ree years o er th Uh I . , he could easily have caught, so as to give Charlie a an ar ie. chance to stretch his legs. Midget Murphy, as he was known to every boy who at-tended the village school; as he was known to his parents After half a dozen such balls as these, Charlie caught an
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No. 87. N..1 W YOH.K FIVE UENT LIBRARY. 3 ----------------It was late in the morning now, and several other mem-1 He was by no means an envious .boy, but he al ways ad-bers of the Seuthland team were in the field. mired Harry';i watch very much, and told himself that Amoug them were Eddie Williams, Bat Bellows, who when he could save money enough he would buy one Just was called Bat, because he was one of the heaviest bats men on the team, and Harry Short. In addition there .were Jim Flower, Edwin Glass, and Ned Stone. These boys completed the Southland team. So anxious were the villagers to see the game that they had made up a purse and purchased a ,banner which was to be given to the nine. Tn addition they offered a han.dsome gold wa.tch to the boy playing the b\lst uniform game. As the whistle blew for the noon hour, Billy Bunce threw down his bat and ran like a deer for home. The other boys followed. That afternoon was a general holiday in the village. Saturday, and the boys did not have to go to school. On ordinary occasions the store-keepers kept open shop, but they knew that_with a ball game of such great intere,;t there would be no business, a.nd with their wives and families they agreed that the b61st place to spend the afternoon would ba at the grounds. .A.s Minge Murphy and Charlie Peters jogged home, Minge asked: "Are you going to try for that watch, Charlie 1" "Yo11l;>etlam. Areyou1" Minge Murphy smiled. He did not answer Charlie at once, but when he came to his hanse, he cried : .. So long. I will see you this afternoon." like it. But now sinP-e the Southland tradespeople had offered a watch to the individual player making the best score, he told himself he might, if he had good luck, secure it. Harry Short told him it was just one o'clock. "Why, we have only got an hom to wait, boys," said Midge, as an expresi:;ion of enthusiasm spread over his face. "Hadn't we' better be getting into our uni forms?" "No," spoke up Bat Bellows. "Let us wait for Billy Bunce." "You need not wait long," said Harry Short, who wag watching a bend in the road, "for here comes Billy aud Chal'lie Peters." The other players nOV\o'. began to arrive from different directions. Eddie Williams, Jim Flower, Ned Stone, and Edwin Glass were 'already on the field. "Are we all here, boys?" asked the captain, as he looked at the group. "Yes, captain, we're all here." "No, we're not," cried Bat Bellows. "Where is Charlie Peters 1" "Yes, where is Charlie Peters?" asked the captain. "He was with me a moment ago." "Oh, I'm here!" cried a cheerful TOice. "I only waited to--" "I know what he waited for," cried Harry Short. "Look here, Harry, that don't go," said Charlie . CharliA had stopped at a little wooden cottage, almost hidden by tall trees and creeping vines. Sitting on the porch of the cottage was a young girl I could win named Rose Short. 1 Surrounding her on all sides were sweet flowers. While Midge was eating his dinnAr, he was thinking to himself: "What a nice thing it would be f0r me if that watch." CHAPTER II. l\IIDGE MURPHY'S MASCOT. "What a beautiful day for a ball game," said Midget llurphy to himself after dinner, as he briskly walked in the direction of the ball-field. It was, indeed, a beautiful day. It was the middle of May. ThA heavy foliage on the g1eat oak trees that shaded the village streets was very green. Robins flitted here and there, making a joyous song. The robbins could not have been any more hapvy than Midget Murphy, as he walked rapidly along. Midge still had his mind on that watch. He arl'ived early at the ball-grounds. So anxious was he to reach there in time that he swal-lo,Yed his dinner faster than he had ever done. He had not long to wait, however. Bat Bellows and Harry Short walked up arm-in-arm. "What time do you expect the Bridgewater boys, Harry," MingA asked, "They shoul,1 be here at two o'clock." "what time is it now?" askP.rl Bat Bellows. Harry Short took out a )ittle silver watch hie mother ha
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4 NE\V YOlU{ FIVE •. aq ,,.-:=..==== Rose's cheeks became red as the petals of the flower One, two, three, four, five, Rix, seven, eight, niBe re-she held in her hand. i ports rang out. "Will you give this rose to Midge Murphy?" j The reports came from a big army revolver loaded with -"Yes," said the little fellow, as he raised his hat powder that Jim Flower held in his hand. gallantly. "Shall I deliver any message for you 1" He had had the revolver-concealed in his pocket. "No; the rose will be message enough." It had been agreed betwe<:in Captain Bunce and Jim v\Then Charlie joined the other boys on the ball-ground, 1 Flower that the proper way to receive the Bridgewater he held the rose behind his back. boys was to tire a salute of iiine shots in honor of their \Vhen he could he walked alongside of Midge, and coming. handed it to him " ithout any one seeing him. This was followed hy three cheers. "She sent it to you, Midge." The cheers were given with a will that brought expres-" She? Oh, yes, I know !" sions of pleasure to the visiting team. As Midge placed the rose in his button-hole, he I The vlliagers, aR soon as saw no explosi.on had oc-outright-he was so happy. curred, retmued and took pos1t10ns on each side of the "She sent it to me," he murmured. field. "Hi! there, Midge, what's the matter with you?" cried The Bridgewater boys were soon on the ground, and Captain B11nce. . shaking-hands wtth the Southland boys. "I'm all right," sain the little short-stop, as he pulled "Hello, Captain Fisk!" said Captain Bunce, as he ad-himself together. " \Yh a t is it?" Ya ncerds left Captain Bunce's mouth than "This penny was carried by my grandfather at the a loud report rang ont. battle of Bunker Hill,'' said Bat. This was followed by another and another. "Then it ought to be I ucky," said Captain Bunce, as he Some of the villa;ers, who <'!in not know the cause of took it from Bat's hand. the pnt their hands to their ears and ran from the i "Shall we make it two out of three, captain?" he asked. ba'l-field in alarm. I "If yon like, old boy."

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No. 87, NEW YORK FIVE CENT LIJ?RA.RY. 5 "Well, here goes." "Tails." "That's right, Midge. You're a 'dandy, sure enough," said Eddie Williams. All eyes were on the English penny as it fell to the smiled. ground. Midge Murphy, because of his small stature, was He did not care so much for the applause that greeted able to bend down and catch a glimpse of the coin before his run as he did for the fact that, in making it he put tlrn any one else. Southland team one run ahead of the Bridgewaters. "It's heads," he cried. The Soutl1land team waH lucky in the next three in-Heads it was. lnings, and did not let the Bridgewater boys score. The Southland team had won the first toss. At the opening of the eighth inning, the score stood 1 to "Now, it's your turn to toss, captain,'' said Billy Bunce. 0 in favor of the home team. the coin was tossed in the air. Captain Bunce was jubilant as he and his team took the " Tails." field. Again Midge Murpby cried, but not this time with the "We must look out for this fellow, s11id Captain joyous shout he had done the previous moment. Bunce, as Captain Fisk of the Bridgewater boys walked to "Oh, pshaw I It's heads!" the plate. Each captain h
ther ball came to him. boy. Catching it on the end of his bat, he hit it a terrific "I told you Midge was lucky,'' cried Charlie Peters,, as blow. ht' grasped the little plF1yer uy the ha11d. It was a beautiful hit. The coin had fa.lien with the head-side up, and the It sailed far over the third baseman's head, and far out Southland boys had the choke of first innings. into the field, thus permitting Cf).ptain Fisk to reach "Midge, you 're a dandy," cried Captain Bunce. second base. After a moment's pause, he said: There was none out on the Bridgewater team. "We will take the field, Captain Fisk, if you please." "Get down when you can, captain," cried Frank House, Captain Fisk took off his little gray cap in acknowledg-the first lieutenant of the Briclgewaters. ment of defeat, and said, gracefully: ''All right, Frank." "If we have lost the toss, captaiu, we have not lost the The next ball delivered by the pitcher of the South-game." "Well, we'll see about that," replied good-natured way. CHAPTER IV. THE GAJllE. the other, in liis lands was wild. It passed the catcher. This was Captain Fi,;k's chance. Like an arrow from a bow he ran to third. The catcher caught the ball, and sent it to third. Like the pitcher, hi> was wild. It went over the head of the third baseman. Had not Midge Murphy backed up the third Captain Fisk would surely have made a run. As Midget Murphy walked out into the field, and took The captain was half-way between third base and home his place at short stop, he was greatly admired. when he saw had stopped the ball. All the pretty girls in the grand stand looked on him He had just time to get baek to third. with favor. "Hurrah! hurrah for Midge Murphy, the great Ahort-All knew Midget thought a great deal of Rose Short, 1 stop," cried a boy in the grand stand, which was echoed but tlwre were many of Rose's girl friends who had met and re-echoed throughout the field. Midge and liked him for his many good qualities. Midge had certainly made a good st,1p. "Play ball!" cried the umpire. He hnd also prevented Captain Fisk making a run. Every boy on the Sonthland team was now on the alert. "Steady now, boys:" cried Captain Bunce. Each knew tl;le Bridgewater boys were good players, Neither member of the Southland team spoke. and that he had to do his best to win. There was a look of determination on their faces. So clever did the teams pl!lY that not a run was made Each would do everythin!!" in his power to prevent Cap-in the first three innings. tain Fisk getting a run, that was certain. Mi
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6 NEW YORK FIVE CENT LIBRARY. No. 87. The next batter took his base on Lalls. "Oh, Midge, you're the winner!" The third batter went out on strikes. "The winner of what r' asked the little short-stop, as '!;his made two out, one on thil"d and one on first. his eyes opened wide. Whether or 11ot Captain Fisk would score his run re-"Why, the winner of the watch, to be sure." mained with the next batter. "I knew it! I knew it! I knew it!" cried Midge, as he H e was a little fellow, about Midge Murphy's size, who jumped up and down in the air. had the reputation of being a heavy batsman. Running into the next room, he seized his mother H he put the ball in tha right place, the Bridgewater around the waist, and cried : boys wot1ld score a run. "Oh! mother, I win the watch ! I win the watch ! I win But he did not put the ball in the right place. the watch I" He knocked an easy grounder to Midge, who fielded it It was true. to first . The president of the village and Eddie Williams had Tho batter out. met on the street a few minutes before, and the former Captain Fisk ran in, but the run did not count. had told him Midge Murphy was the winner. The game was still l to 0. The president and his associates had decided the night "I call that hard luck," said Captain Fisk, as sick at before that Midge, because of his great work at short-heart, he and his men took the field. stop, was entitled to tho wakh. "That's so, captain," said Midge; "but it's only the It was a very proud moment for Midge, as surrounded fortune of war." I by all the members of the Southland team, he met the "And base-ball," added Captain Fisk, as a faint smile I commit.tee in the store of the president of the village. came over his face. There were over two hundred villagers present. Neithe r side scored in the other innings. 'When the president advanced to him, and gave him This left.the Southland team the winner of the game by the watch, he could hardly speak. a score vf 1 to 0. His heart was too full of gladness. "We win the banner after all, boys. Hurrah, hurrah!" He hardly listened to the f e w words the president said, cried Eddie vVilliams. and with a bow and a" tlrnnk you, sir," he ran out of the The Southland boys were very happy. I stol'e as fast as his little legs would carry liim. In defeating the Bridgewater boys they had gained a When he got half a mile away, he ran into a corn-field, great victory. and looked at his present. "But who gets tlrn watch?" said Captain Bunce. "Oh, what a pretty little watch!" "Yes, who gets the watch?" cried Eddie Williams. He wf\s afraid to open it for fear he might break the The pres id en t of the village, a tall, finely built, elderly crystal. gentleman stepped forward. When he opened the back case, he read this inscription: "Boys," he said, "the members of the village committee have watched the game very closely, and are unable to decide until to-morro w morning." The faces of the Southland boys dropped. Each who had made any showing at all wanted the matter decided at once. Midge was very much disappointed, as he hoped to take the wat<1h home and show it to his parents that night. "TO MIDGE MTJRPHY, THE CLEVER LITI'LE SHOllT-STOP OF THE SOUTHLAND TEAM, FROM THE PRESIDEN1 AKD VILLAGERS, OF 'l'HE VlLLAGE OF SUUTHLAND." "We must give the boys a good send off,'; said Captain "I must show this watch to Rose at once," Bunce. 11 he ran in the direction of Mr. Short's cottage. he said, as He referred to the Bridgewatet' boys, who were at that moment in their wagon, ready to set off for their homes. ---"Hurrah! hurrah for the Bridgewater boys!" cried Captain Bunce, as he and all the other boys threw their hats in the air. "Hnrrah ! hmrah for the Southland boys I" said Captain Fisk, who was not to be outdone in politeness. As the farm-wagon containing the Bridgewater boys disappeared, Eddie Williams said: "They are nice fellows. aren't they?" "Yes, and I don't want to play with any better," said Midge Murphy, who harl recovered from his disappointment at not receiving the watch. Midge did not sleep much t;hat night. He was asking himself if he would receive the watch the next morning, when the president of the village promised to report the reRult of the committee's investigation into each illdivirlual player on the Sonthla.nd team. "Oh, Midge, Mi
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:-l< 87. NEW Fl VE CE:\'T LIBlt.ARY. r When he was nearly nineteen years old his parents thought it was time to send him to Yale. He returned to Southland on his vacation. Carter was the pitcher of the Yale team. He was big and powerful, with an immense reach. He was also an athlete. "And do you go to Yale?" said Rose, who was quite a Carter took Midge aside, and said: big girl by this time. "You want to do your best, my rwy, in this practice-There was a tender look in Rose's eyes as she spoke. game, for on it depends whether or not you will be chosen "Yes, Rose, or, 1 should say, Miss Short," and the face as a member of the Yale team." of the little Midget got very red. "I leave for Yale to-''All right," replied the little ex-short-stop of the South-morrow." land team. "I will do the best I know how." Rose's eyes dropped. "You certaiply can do no more," at which the big fol-She was sorry Midget could not stay longer in South-I low slapped the little one on the back. land. It was arranged that Midge should play center field. As he had spent over two weeks at his old home, and, This is an important position on a big college team like-as the college term was about to begin, he wanted to comYale. mence his studies at once. The other college team had many hard and h11avy bats-Midge was very ambitious. men, and games were frequently won by those men who He wanted to excel in his studies. played center field. It was great regret tihat he bade good-by to South-Midge appreciated the importance of the positiou, and land and all his old friends. he resolved that it would not be his fault, if he did not On the train going to New Haven, Midge thought: giYe a good account of himself. "What will my new life bring me i" 1 ']'he regular Yale team on which Midge played center-Had he at the moment thought what success he was to, field that day played another team made up of other Yalg attain, both as a student and as a ball player, he would' students who were not such goo _ called Dutch Carter.' as Murphy walked on the ball-show how-clever he was, but in the last part of the field a week after his arrival at Ne}V H.aven. when he was away out in center field, he made a running. Midge overheard the remark, and said: catch, which surprised all who saw it. "I should like to have the opportunity to try, gentle-One of the strongest batsmen on the opposing team men." caught the ball on the end of the bat and hit it so hard "Well that's a pretty good ioke, eh, Carter?" fl.aid a I that it looked as if it would go over the center fielder'& tall, broad-shouldered student, who had the reputation of head. being one of the heaviest batsmen: on the Yale team. "Why not give Mr. Murphy a chance to see what he can do in the pra,,tice game we play to-day 1" asked Tom Case, who was one of Yale's best players. "I am agreed," said Carter, and four or five other players in a breath. And so it was that Midge Murphy, although he had been at Yale only a week, was chosen as a practice player on the crack Yale base-ball nine. Students on entering Yale, who have any taste for athletics, are given a trial. Midge knew what a trial meant on the Yale Ball Club, and he was determined that afternoon to show the other members of the team that he could hold his own, even with them. CHAPTER VI. MIDGE MURPHY'S FIRST GAME AT YALE. Midge had no time to have a uniform made for him, and so he played in knickerbockers and a flannel shirt. Every one was kind to him, and he was much pleased with his reception. Between Midge and Dutch Carter a friendly feeling had Dutch Carter said afterward it would no doubt have gone over any other fielder's head but Midge Midge saw the ball as it left the bat. He saw it sail upward, and knew that to catch it he would have to run some distance back. Unlike some players, he did not back up and try t<> catch the ball that way, but facing the fence in the rearof the center field, he ran as fast as his little legs would carry him. When he had run fifteen or twenty yards, he turned, and again judged the ball. , He saw that he had to step back at least ten feet. This he did. The players on both nines were watching him. "Good boy, Mr. Center Fielder," cried Dutch Carter • . "That's the ticket." Midge Murphy had caught the ball. It was a wonderful catch. There were few men on either of the three great college teams, the Yale, Princeton, or Harvard teams, who could have made the catch. "That was a wonderful catch, wasn't it, Billy?" inquired Dutch Carter of Billy Curtain, who was not much of a player, and who was envious of any other player who made a success on the ball-field. sprung up. Dutch was six feet five inches tall, or over a foot taller "Not so wonderful," he replied. than Midge. Dutch looked at Billy for a moment, and shrugged his As the two walked out on the ball-ground from the shoulders. dressing-room, arm-in-arm, they made a very funny sight. J He knew Billy's envious disposition, as Billy Cnr"'l'here's the long and the short of it," cried Tom Case, tain's character was so well known to all m the as he laughed. I Dutch did not say any more about it.

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8 NEW YORK FIVE CJNT LIBRARY. No. RT. Billy did not like Midge Murphy from the first moment "Wht1t is the matter with that fellow Curtain, Dutch 7" .be saw him. I Midge asked one day of the big pitcher of the Yale team, He quickly recognized that Midge was bright, clever, . as the two walked from their dining club to the classand industrious in his studies, and now his catch had 1 room. proved he was also a great ball player. "Why do you ask?" These two things galled Billy. "Because I understand he has been talking about my "I will do my best to keep Murphy off the team," he ability as a ball player, and he has in many other ways -said to himself. tried to affront me." But if Midge's running catch pleased the boys on the "He has not offered you any insult, has he?" asked Yale team, his batting gave them greater cause for liking Carter, indignantly. him. "No, he has not gone so far as that, but I don't under-They saw he would be a valuable addition to the team. stand his dislike for me." The captain and other members got together that night While Midge did not say so, he knew it would not be -and agreed if Midge would accept, he could have the posi-well for Billy Curtain to offer him any insult. tion of center fielder. He was very small, but those students who had come Midge did not hear of the decision until tiome hours in contact with him, knew he had the courage of a lion, later, when Dutch Carter came to his room. and that even if he were not so big as some others, every "Give me my pipe, Midge, and I'll tell you a piece of one knew he was one of the strongest and most athletic news," said. the famous Yale pitcher, as he stretched his students in the college., Jorig legs on Midge's sofa. . "Oh, he's only jealous, that's all!" said Dutch, "and I "Certainly, old chap," said Midget, as he filled a big wouldn't think anything more about him if I were you. " meerschaum pipe with the best Havana tobacco. "All right, I'll follow your advice, old man," said the "What if 1 should tell you you were chosen to play little ball player; "but I don't like to have anybody eenter field on the Yale team?" offended at me unless for cause, and I have never given Midge stopped suddenly. Billy Curtain any reason to dislike me." He was filling a pipe for himself. All that week and the next, the Yale team practiced. "What 7" Midge harl done such good work at center field, that the "I said: What if I should tell you were chm1en to play captain of tho team appointed him short-stop. ()enter field on the Yale team?" He was one of the smallest and youngest short-stops "I should say that you were a very decent fellow, and Yale had ever seen. that the other members of the Yale team were gentlemen Every one liked him, and he had not an enemy in the and scholars." college unless it was Billy Curtain. As the little fellow spoke, he went over and put his His fame had also spread to
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No. 87. NEW YORK FIVE CENT LIBRARY. 9 "No, no, not that," he muttered, "for if I should disable The sky was tlue, not such a blue as the <:,olors of Yale Midge Murphy, Yale might lose the game, aud that would but a lighter, 111ore beautiful blue, never do." At the Sallie moment Midge Murphy stuck his head out This thought did honor to Billy Curtain. of the window of his room, Dutch Carter did the same. It indicated he had some good in him after all, though Both had gone tu bed very early the night before: and his nature was such a very envious on6. both had awakened with all the strength of their glorious Still, for the next couple of days, when Midge Murphy athletic youug manhood. e able to pitch the boys out all pleasme to his face was that pretty Rose Short had writ-right?" 1 ten that she and her father and mother, together with "I will do my best." ! Harry, intended to come on to New Haven to see the At this moment, Greenway, the catcher of Yale, entered ga111e. Carter's room. i Midge had arranged to provide them with seats, and he "Give me a pipe, Carter, old boy," S'l.id Greenway. I on h _is way to the ball-field at that morr.ent to see "Yes, anr: where is niy asked Midge, as he, that the man in charge of the grand stand reserved good looke d into Carter's tobacco-box. , ' on e s for his friends. "Do yo.u think 1 am going to supply you fellows with J Every train brought hundreds of pretty girls and their pi PPS all your lives?" cried the big pitcher, good naturedly., escorts from neighboring cities and villages. "What else are you good for?" replied Midge. Specials from Boston and New York also brought great "I am g o od enoug-h for this," cried Carter, as he ran. crowds. toward Midge and seized him around the waist, at the I There was the usual delegation o ' .im ;etcn rooters. same time raising him from the ground. . I The Princeton boys had arrived tile night before, and Carter was so big and muscular that he held Midge were at a hotel in the ceuter of the town. over his head, although the little short-stop struggled "Good-morning, Greenway, old man," said Midge, as lie fiercely. shook hnnd8 heartily with the famous Yale catcher. "Now, wha' t will you do, my little ball player1" cried "Good-morning, little fellow, how do you feel?" the big pitcher, as he laughed heartily. "I feel like a winner." "I will call it off, if you will." "So do I." I "That's all right. but don't be gay again," and Carter A small boy, who stood near by and heard the remarks low1>red Midge to the floor. of the two famous Yale players, told his com1 Janion, who After the three ball players had got their pipes and said : settled down for a quiet smoke, Carter S>iid : i "Dat's all right. De Yale team will win, sure pop, "Boys, we will have to win that game to-morrow, if it Cully, and don't yer forgit it." takes a leg." j So great an interest had the games between the two "Yes," said Midge, "if we don't win I fe.ef" like losing collegeR created, that the professors of each, together with both my legs.'' ' their friends, occupied boxes. "Same he,.e," said Greenway. I As the morning wore away, and the hour for the great The same enthusiasm which p1evailed among the three 1 game drew near, the immense ball-field of Yale began to friEmds, Carter, Greenway, and Murphy. was seen• in the fill up. <>ther players on the nine. I The Sh01t family, including Rofle and Hal'ry, had , Yale must win at all h _azards. or at least so thought the arrived an hour before the game was called. boys of the great New Haven college of learning. I ' Midge had . '!een them to their seats. The meeting between Rose and Midge was more tender than ever before. When he had shaken hands with the pretty girl, he CHAPTER IX. turned to Harry and greeted him heartily. "I am so glad you have made such a success at short-THE GREAT YALE-PRINCETON GAE. stop," said Harry. "Thank yon,.Harry, you were always kind to me." • It was a great day for New Haven. When each side had racticed the allotted half-hour, All the Yale players were up bdght and early. 1 and tho umpire advanced to call the game, there were The sun had just risen when Midge Murphy jumped out twenty thousand people scattered in and around the of bed, and threw open the SA.Rh of hiR window. grand stand. "By Jove! bnt it's a beautiful day," he said, as he threw Midge felt very proud as he went to short-stop for the himself rnto his clothes. first inning.

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10 NE\V YORK FIVE CENT LIBHARY. No. 87. The Princetons went first to the bat. As Dutch Carter took the,,.pitcher's box , and was about to pitch the ball, a shade of anxiety passed over the face of Captain McKensie of the Pnnceton team. He saw what excellent shape the Yale boys were in, and he whispered to King, Princeton's second baseman, that the Princeton boys would have . to work to wiu. The first inning of the Princetons resulted in three goose-eggs, Carter was in excellent form, and Ditched the three batsmen out on strikes iu regular order. "Hurrah for Little Brooks, the great short-stop," shouted an enthusiastic Princeton man in the stand. Little Brooks was the same size as Midge Murphy. He was a clever, pleasant little fellow, and one of the best short-stops the Princeton nine had ever had. "Hurrah! hurrah for Little Brookfl ! He's a good player," cried an old Princeton man, who had played short-stop on the team ten years before. Altman, the pitcher of the Princeton team, was in as good sha'pe as Carter. One, two, three, he pitched the Yale batsmen out. "It looks like a hard game, .don't it, Midge?" said Dutch Carter, as he and the little short-stop went out into the field. Midge Murphy worked hard throughout the next three innings, during which the Princeton buys made one run. Midge seemed to be everywhere and in every position at one and the same time. He was the quickest and lightest man on his feet on the nine. The one run, which was made by Altman, could not have been prevented, as it was due to a clever safe hit by King. As Princeton scored, a thousand orange and yellow flags were waved on high. :F'riends of Yale had not yet been able to wave their blue flags. "We must make a run pretty soon," said Midge, as be ran in. "Why don't you make itY You're the first at the bat" said Dutch Carter. "I'll do all I know how." As Altman faced Midge, he smiled. He was such a little fellow, and while Altman knew he was a good batter, he thought he would fool him by curv-ing the ball. Midge had seen Altman pitch many times before, and was onto his curves. Midge liked the first ball. He hit it plump in the face, and sent it between first and second. He could not have put it in a Rafer place. "Batter up." It was Dutch Carter's turn. "Now we'll see a home run," cried a pretty girl, as shA waved her blue flag at Carter as he advanced toward the plate . . Carter heard the remark, and said-to himself: "I hope so." The yonng girl came near being right. Carter did not make a home l'un, but he hit the ball so bard that it went o-ver the center fielder's head. Midge saw the ball as soon as it left the bat, and began running nround the bases like mad. He had got to third without waiting to look at the ball, and was on his way home. ' The center fielder by this tirr.e had secured the ball, and had fired it to the catP.her. It was short, and Midge made his run. "Rah! Rah! Rah!" "Yale! Yale! Yale!" "Rah! Rah! Ruh!" "Yale! Yale! Yale!" "Rah! Rah! Rah!" "Yale! Yale! Yale!" It looked as if all the occupants of the grand stand would go crazy. "Hurrah for Dutch Carter !" "Hurrah for Midge Murphy!" Carter, who had reached third base, bowed bis thanks. Midga took off his little cap, and also bowed. It was a great moment for both players. The next batsman knoP.ked a hard grounder to i:igbt field, which brought Carter in. During this inning, Yale made one more run. This made the score 3 to 1, in favor of Yale. Duiing the next two-innings, Princeton made two runs. This tied the score. In the next two innings, Yale added two more runs to her score, and Princeton added one run. This made the score 3 to 4, in favor of Yale. In the half of the next inning, Yale made one and Princeton one, thus making the score 6 to 5. There were no more runs made during the game. When the last inning was played, and Yale was declared the winner, the pretty girls who wore blue ribbons waved their blue flags, and went wild with joy. The Yale boys had won. It was a great victory. Midge Murphy was a more popular man than ever. His great work at short-stop was the talk of every one. When he could, he made his way to Rose Short's side. "I am so glad you did so well, Midge,'' was all the pretty girl said. While Billy Curtain scowled at Midge's popularity, he was glad that Yale won, because he had made some money. There was more blue fire burned in New Haven that night than any other night in years. Dutch Carter, Greenway, and the many other players who had combined to win the game for Yale were heroes; but of all of them Midge Murphy was the greatest. Midge enjoyed his popularity, although he was as modest as when he played hit:i first game with the South-land team. ' "Anyway, it is nicA to make a success ot anything," he said to himself, as he retired to his room, tired with the excitement.of the day. CHAPTER X. MIDGE RECEIVES AN OFFER. "He deserves all his popularity, because he is a gentleman and one of the best ball player'3 Yale has ever seen." "That's so. I was glad to meet bim after the game yesterday." The speakers were two professors, one attached to Ya.le, the other to Princeton.

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No. 87. YORK FIVE UENT LIBHARY. J1 They were talking about Midget Murphy and his won-I street address. If you decide to aceept my offer, telegraph derful playing. me and I will meet you in New Y0rk any time or place While the Princeton professor was a little vexed that you say." his eollege had not won the game, he could not but ad-With a hearty shake of the hand, Mr. wheeler was mire Midget Murphy. gone. The professors only voiced the sentiments of all New At this moment the colored man entered with a letter. Haven. Midge quickly broke the seal. Every one was sounding his praises and telling his or "What, anothe;. ?" he gasped. her neighbor tha.t Murphy was a credit to the city. Midge was so excited that he ran to Dutch Carter's An enterprising photographer, who had a good picture room. of the now famous little short-stop, had small photos The great Yale pitcher was smokingas usual. made which he sold in large numbers. "Oh, Dutch! such news," he gasped, when he reghined "See that pretty girl over there, Midge?" said the great his breath. "Mr. Wheeler of the New York team offered pitcher, Carter, as the two walked down the main. street me a place to-night, and just now I received a letter from of the city the morning following the game. the manager of the Boston team." "Yes; what of he1?" "The devil you have," and Carter jumped nearly teu "Don't you see she wear1:1 Yale blue on her bosom with feet in the air. "You're in luck, Midge." your picture in the middle." Far into the night Midge and his friend Carter dis-Midge gave a quick glance at the girl, and saw what cussed the two offers. Carter said was true. Midge asked Carter's ad vice. "Come away, old boy," he said. "She might recognize "If I were you I would f:!:'O to New York at"once." me, and then--" "1 will. I will start in the morning." "Well, and then--" "That's right, old man; don't neglect your oppor-"Well, I don't want her to see IDE'." tunities. Make hay while the sun ehines. You will not Midge, although quite a young man by this time, did always be young and active." not like to be praised, and was anxious to get away from "Good-night", Dutch." the young lady for fear she might want to speak to him. "Good-night, Midge." "You haven't got gall enough to carry you around the Before the two students separated they renewed as-block, Midge," said Yale's great pitcher. surances of undying friendship. Midge smiled. One hundred Yale students, who knew of Midge Mur-He knew what a modest fellow Carter was himself. phy's departure and the cause of it, were at the depot to When Midge reached his room, he found a card, which see him off. t'ead: "Good-by, old chap," they cried, in a chorus; "be good W. B. WHEELER, and never forget old Yale." New York City. "Never while there's a drop of blood in my veins," said the young short-stop, who walked into a car of tho "Who can Mr. Wheeler be, and what does he want moving train to hide his emotion. with me, I wonder 7" Midge looked at the card again and again. Calling to the colored servant, who attended to the wants of himself and a dozen other students, Midge asked him if Mr. Wheeler !'laid he would return. "Yes, Massa Murphy, de geut done say dat he'd be back dis evenin' at eight o'clock." "I'll wait and see Mr. Wheeler," was Midge's comment to himself. Eight o'clock arrived, and with it Mr. Wheeler. As he advanced to Midge, and took him by the h1md, he said: "You don't know me, Mr. Murphy, but I do you, that is at least by reputation." "I admit, sir, you have the advantage of me." "I am one of the directors in the New York Base-Ball Club.'' Midge opened his eyes wide. What could one of the directors of the New York Base-Ball Club want with him, he wondered? Midge wa.s not left long in doubt. "I came to ask you to join the New York team." Midge sank down on a convenient sofa. He could hardly believe.his ears. He had never hoped for such an honor. "Yon-you must give me time to consider," he finally said. "I-I do not know what. to say.'' "Yon can have all the time you want. Here is my Wall He was leaving dear old Yale with its associations and friendships, and the thought saddened him. "Ah! me," he said to himself, "but then who knows but l may make a success on the New York CHAPTER XI. MIDGE MURPHY BECOMES A . GIANT. Midge lost no time the next morning in calling on Mr. Wheeler. "Ah ! Show Mr. Murphy in at once," that gentleman's cheery voice was heard saying when the little short-stop's name was brought in to the director of the New York ieam. "I am more than glad to see you, Mr. Murphy." When Midge had taken the seat offered him, Mr. Wheeler said, eagerly : "Have you decided to join the New Yorks?" "Yes. I have co 'nsulted with my friends, and they all agree that I would be foolish to refuse." "Good ! then we .. mly have to sign you and arrange the other detaile, such as salary, etc." "Those matters can be easily arranged. sir." "Let us take a run up to the Polo Grnunds this afternoon. I want to introduce you to Captain Johnnie Ward.

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NEW YORK FIVI<.: CENT LIBRARY. No. 87. ========::o.=================-Roger Connor, Rusie, and the other crack players of the I "Why, here is my name in a dozen places," he sa.id, as team." he smiled. After an hour's ride in the elevated train, Midge found He was pleased to know that he had proved Director himself in the big grounds of the famous New • York Base-Wheeler's confidence in him was not misplaced. Ball Club. Everything was new to him. It was his first visit. He had seen the Giants play in Boston, and admired the crack players very much, but he had never met any of them personally. Every one was also glad to meet Midge. UHAPTER XII. MIDGE HAS AN ADVENTURE. Thay had heard of ' his neat work as short-stop of the Yale team. Midge, who had not seen much of New York, left his The majority of the players were glad when Director fellow ball players ut the hotel that night, and took a Wheeler told them that he was to make one of their walk down Sixth avenue to Fourteenth street. number. He wanted to be alone to think over the incidents of "And, if necessary' and the other
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No. 87. NEW YORK FIVE CENT LIBRARY. , 'l J.v ========:-=. took heart when they saw that Midge was not afraid to follow him. His visit to Baltimore surprised him. His fame had him, and when he came on tho As Midge was nearly on top of the thief, he saw the field to practice, he was received with cheers. fellow still carried the open knife. "And that's the little tot, eh?" said one Baltimore crauk. He decided quickly what was to be done. "Well, well, I must shake him by the baud." He knew it would not be well for him to grapple with Regardless of rules, and that there were a dozen police-the thief, who would not hesitate to take any means to men about to maintain order, the crank jumped into the insure his escape. field, and ran to where Midge was standing. Putting on a spurt. Midge ran ahead of the thief before The crank extended his hand. which Midge accepted. he knew it. He had ,iust time to get back to the bleaching boards as Bending clown quickly the thief went over Midge's head a pollce officer entered the field in pursuit. as if he was shot from a cannon. The crank was applauded for his effort, and the balance Ho turned a complete somersault, and landed squarely of the afternoon he was a hero among tho boys on the on his back. The knife he carried was thrown into the middle of thl:l street. The fall partly stunned him. In an instant he was surrounded by a large of men and boy' s. Two fat policemen, who ran up at the instant, sat on the thief's chest, and thfl excitement was over. Midge was about to get away under the cover of the crowd, when a boy cried : "Hi! dere, fellers. Dat's Yale Murphy, de midget short-stop." Midge blushed to the roots of his hair when he sa.w he bleacliers. As the Baltimore grounos began to fill up, Yale 1Iurpl1y, as he was now called by every one, was surprised to r=:ee how popular he was. When the game was called there were over seventeen thousand spectators present. Each of these was anxious to see the famouR little shortstop, of whom they had heard so much. "Is dat Yale Murphy 7" asked a newsboy of his companion, a boy of his own age. "Yes, dat's de college blokee w'at left Yale ter go wi d de New Yorks." "He an' t no bigger den me, is he V" was recognized. "Yes, dat's Yale Murphy for boy. "Naw," replied the other, as he looked at the boy beside a cinch," cried another him in a contemptuous way; "but he's got de stuff of a "Is this the young man who threw the thief so cleverly?" asked an old gentleman coming down from a stoop. "Is this Mr. Murphy, whom I saw at the Polo Grounds this afternoon 7" Midge could not deny his identity. ball player. You'se is a stiff ter compare yerself to de likes o' him." Every man and boy on the grounds, and especially those on the bleaching boards had something pleasant to say of Midge. De-Wolt Hopper and Digby Bell, the comedians, who He took the old gentleman's outstretched hand, and happened to be in Baltimore, were present at the game, then noticing that a horse-car was nearly opposite him, especially to see Midge play. he jumped on it, and was soon at Sixth avenue. There he took another car. Twenty minutes later he was in his room at the hotel. The newspapers the next morning had accounts of the clever way in which Yale Murphy, the new short-stop, had caught a thief. "He's a dandy-looking fellow for a short-stop," said De Wolf: "Wait until you see hiin in the field. He is in half a dozen places at once." The umpire was seen approaching the plate. At that moment the gong sounded, and the Baltimore When one of his friends asked him where he learne' d team went to the bat. the trick of throwing a man over his head in the way he All eyes were turned on Murphy. had done with the thief, he said: Much was expected of him, and he knew a. serious error "That's a simple trick. I learned that at my old home would cost him considerable of his Pl'pularity. in Southland when I was a boy." But Murphy made no serious err_or in this inning. CHAPTER XIII. YALE MURPHY IN BALTIMORE. He picked up a hard grounder, and put out a man o n first. The next batter hit a liner to him that would have been avoided by any other player. Little Midge braced himself, however, and if the ball nearly knocked him down h e h e ld on t o i t long e nough Mi dge continmid the success he had made i n New Yo rk, I for the umpire to cry: mother c ities. . "Striker ou t. "

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14 NEW YORK FIVE CENT LIBl{ARY. No 87. ==================--====-======== It was a wonderful catch, and the appl_ause which fol-Dutch Carte1 bad telegraphed that be would run on lowed it was deafening. I from New Haven to see him, and he hoped that Billy Rusie's powerful arm pitched the next batter out on Bunce, the captain of the old Southland Club, would do short-stop. : the same. playing was the feature of the game. I Midge had another thought to which he did not give After it was over, a great crowd stood in front of the voice. drnssing-room to see him come out. I He was thinking. "Bring out the little tot! Where is Yale Murphy? "Perhaps Harry Short may bring Rose." Give us the little chap!" As he thought of t .he pretty girl who had given him the "vVho is the greatest short-stop that ever lived?" rose on the day when the Southland team played the "Yale Murphy!" "Yale Murphy!" "Yale Mi1rphy !" These and similar cries rent the air. Bridgewaters, his eyes took on a far-away_ look, and he scarcely noticed the passing scenery or the jarring of the car. j To add further to his pleasant reverie, he took out thA Midge, safe in his dressing-room, did not know whether watch the president of the village of Southland had given to go out and face the crowd or not. him. "You're in demand, Murphy, why don' t you show your-. I self?" asked good-natured Roger Connor, whose six feet Mdge was aroused by the shout of the conductor: "Tickets! Boston in ten minutes!" three rnches made a funny contrast beside the five feet four inches of Midge. As Midge grasped his valise and walked out on the platform, he could hardly believe his eyes. 11 I'll run if I can see an opening,'' said the famous "If tbat isn' t Carter it's his double." short-stop. I It was Dutch Carter, sure enough. Peeking out, Midge saw that if he skirted the crowd And standing beside him! and ran quickly in the of the gate, he would be I This was another shock for Midge. able to evade those who wanted to shake hands with bi,m. ! Blushing like one of her own roses was pretty Rose "I'll try it," he muttered. i Short. An instant later the little legs of the short-stop were She was leaning on the arm of Harry. moving like the big wheels of a locomotive at full speed. 11 I must be a mind-reader," said Midge, as he ran He was making for the gate as fast as he knew how. forward to greet his friends. "Hi ! Hi ! There he goes !" It was a merry party that accompanied Midge to his "Yes, yes, there goes Yale Murphy," cried a hundred hotel. voices, and Midge knew he was pursued. 1 ' He and Rose walked or. ahead, while the big pitcher of But Midge had too much of a stait. the Yale team and Harry Short brought up the rear. Besides, he could run too fast. I Then Rose went up to her room to take off her bonnet, A minute later, he jumped into a carriage, and told the Midge and Dutch Carter had a long talk. driver t(! take him to his hotel as fast as possible. j '"I see you have got poop le with you, Midge," said "Well, that was a narrow escape," he said to him1;elf, Carter. as he sighed with relief. I "I hope so. And you, well you did pretty well in Yet Midge was not displeased with bis reception. : game with Yale the other day, if the newspapers I read He was glad to know he was so popular. I told the trut_h about you." MidgFl told himself that night he would do nothing that. Carter smiled. would cause the public to think less of him. j It was the first of the intercollegiate gameH between "I will play ball ii.s well as I know how," he said to Yale and Princeton, in which Yale had been victorious by himself. a score of 5 to 3. CHAPTER XIV. YALE MURPHY IN BOSTON. He had pitched for the "All Blue" college, and had greatly added to his reputation by his clever work in the box. "They wouldn't know what to do without you, woul. d they, old man 1" asked Midge. Carter held up his hand. The next day the New Yorks left for Boston, where they 1 "No one is indispensable, Midge, in any walk of life.'' were to play the champions. By this time they were joined by Harry Short and Midge looked forward t<; this gamo with great interest. Rose. I He had many friends at the Hub, and he was anxious to' Midge had engaged an open carriage, in which the meet them. 1 quartet of young people were driven to the grJunds.

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No,87. NEW YORK FIVE CENT LIBRARY. 15 ---= Midge had to go a t once t o his dressing-room, and put present would break down the stand when Yale Murphy on his uniform. crossed the plate. Harry and Rose, together with the famous pitcher of Yale, secured good seats in the grand stand. . "Oh, there' s Midge now!" cried Rose. Tim little short-stop was just stepping down from the dressmg-room, and approaching tbe stand when Rose spied him. "He loo!>s natural in a ball uniform, doesn't he, Rose 1" asked Harry Short. Ro11e did not answer. She had her eyes on Midge, and did not want to talk. 'When the Boston team had practiced half an hour the game was called. "This is to be a game for bloo
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16 NEW Fl VE CI<;NT LlBH,.-\ No. 87. NEW YORK FIVE CENT LIBRARY. The extraordinarily large circulation of the NEW YORK FIVE CENT LIBRARY proves conclusively that it has caught the popular fan9_Y.. Ranking first and foremost as the best five cent Library coveri11g storie>; of general adventure, the NEW YORK FIVE CENT LIBRARY is always in demand. Each new issue maintains the standard set by its predecessors. No. 33.-DEAD SHOT DAVE IN TACOMA; OR, A For-No. 65-GENTLEMAN JACK'S BIG HIT; OR, Downing tune at One Throw. By Jim Bowie. the Prize Ring Fakirs. By Jim Daly. No. 34.-JOHN L., JR., IN CINCINNATI; OR, J1'ightiug No. 66.-GILL06LEY'S TRIP TO WASHINGTON. By for the Poor and Weak. By Billy Madden. "Frank." No. 35.-TELEGRAPH TOM'S STILL HUNT; OR, Tug the No. 67.-BILLY PLIMMER IN AND OUT OF THE News Boy Crook. By Wm. Murray. RING; OR, The Adventures of the Bantam No. '.1'0UR; oi:. The Ring Weight Champion of the World. By Billy Champion and In s Enem1e1<. By Jim Daly. Boxer the Referee. 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No. 72-JACK McAULIFFE AT HOME AND ABROAD; No. 44.-DENNlS MULCAHEY'S MISFORTUNES. By uR, The Light Weight Champion on Two 1..,un-Petc r Pad. tinents. By Billy Boxer, the Referee. No. 45.-DEAD SHOT DAVE IN DENVER; OR, Foiling No. 73-JACK McAULIFFE IN NEW ORLEANS; OR, The the Gamblers. By Jim Bowie. Light Weight Champion Again a Winner. By No. 46.-GENTLEMAN JACK'S MIX-UP; OR, Settled Billy Boxer, the Referee. Outside of thA Prize Ring .. By Jim No. 74-JACK McAULIFFE ACROSS THE CONTINENT; No. 47.-JOHN L., JR., BOSTON; OR, F1ghtmg fol' OR, The Light Weight Champion's Fights and $100,000. By Billy Marlden. Frolics. By Billy Boxer, t4e Referee. No. 4S.-PROFESSOR MULCAHEY OJ1' THE McKEELEY No. 75-AL SCHOCK, THE CHAMPION BICYCLI8T; HOME FOR BUMMERS AND TANKS. By Peter OR, The Adventures of the Greatest Loug Dis-Pad. tance Wheelman of the World. By Will No. 49.-TELEGRAPH TOM'S CHINESE PUZZLE; OR, Wheelright. -Low Life in the Metropolis. By Wm. Murray. SEY'S BATTLES N 50 -ELECTRIC BOB AND HIS WHITE .ALLIGANo. 76-JACK DEMP . . . ; OR, A o. . . Wrei;tler and Pug1hst's F1ghts to Wm. By TOR; OR, Huntmg for Confederate Treasure m B"ll B e. the Referee the Mississippi River. By a Celebrated .Author. 1 Y ox 1 • , .. No. 51.-A DANGEROUS CASE FOR NAT WOODS; OR, No. 77-JAqK THJ<. OR .. The Yellow Dick's Last Treachery. By the Author V1ctor1ous Ca1eer of the Great M1ddle-,Ve1ght. of" Nat Woods" By Billy Boxer, the Referee. No. 52.-J ACK AND JERRY, THE BICYCLE WONDERS; No. 7S-J ACK DEMPS.EY, w,onLD-BEATER; OR, OR, Lively Times on the Wheel. By "Zimmy. " Tbe Great M1ddle-V\ eights Many Battles. No . 53.-DEAD SHOT DA VE IN CHICAGO. By Jim Billy Boxer. the Referee. Bowie No. 79--JACK DEMPSEY AT JACKSONVILLE; OR, Th-, No. 54.-NAT WOODS' CAPTURE OF KENO CLARK, Nonpareil as Principal and Second. By Billy KING OF THE DIAMOND LIFTERS. By the Boxer, the Referee. Author of "Nat Woods." No. SO-BILLY MADDEN, THE FAMOUS SPORT; OR, No. 55.-ELECTRIC BOB'S BIG BLACK OSTRICH; OR, The Life and Adventures of the Great Pugilistic L os t on the Desert. By the Author of "Electric Manager. By Billy Boxer, the Referee, Bob." No. Sl-MIKE LEONARD, THE GAME FIGHTER; OR, A No. 56-JACK AND JERRY'S SPURT; OR, The Bicycle Messenger Boy's Climb Up the Ladder of Pu-Wonrlers' Ride for Life. By" Zimmy." gilism. By Billy Boxer, the Referee. No. 57-DEAD SHOT DA VE IN OMA HA; OR, The Limit No. S2-DANNY McBRIDE THE CLEVER BANTAM oil. on the Red anri Bl:tck. By Jim Bowie. From Messenger' Sergeant to Professional Pu-No. 5S.-NAT'WOODS' QUEER FIND; OR, R. X . T., The g-ilist. By Billy Boxer, the Referee. Mvsterious Emblem. By the author of "Nat No S3-JACK8KELLY THE YOUNGnOOPER oR A w n " ' ' ' ' oo, s. , Boy's Progress Up the Ladder of Fame. By No. 59.-ELEC rRIC BOB S REVENUE HA WK; OR, The Billy BoKer the Referee. Young Inventor Among the Moonshiners. By No. S4-JACIC THE GREAT . FEA'rHER the author of "Electric Bob." WEIGHT; OR,' The Famous Young Boxer's No. 60.-J ACK AND JERRY'S SCRATCH RACE; OR, Fights and Adventures. By Billy Boxer the The Bicycle Wonders' Strnnp:fl Discovery. By Referee. ' "Zimmy." N 61 -GENTLEMAN JACK'S SOFT MARK; OR, No. S5-KING.KELLY, THE FAMOUS CATCHER; oR, 0 • K 1 d 0 t Th R d B J" D 1 The Life and Adventures 0f the $10,000 Ballnoc rn u m onn Y 1111 a Y Player. By Billy Boxer. t.he RPferPe. No. 62.-DEAD SHOT DA "Y"E IN OR, T.he N S6-CAPTAIN BILLY NASH, OF' THE BOSTON Mlue. Grass Region Horse-Thieves. By Jim o. TEAM; OR,' The Doings of the F:irnous Thirrl No. BOB'S BIG BICYCLE; OR, The Baseman. By Billy Box Pr, the Nerviest Boy in the World. By the author of No. S7.-YALE MURPHY, THE GREAT SHORT-STOP; "Electric Bob." OR, The Littlr. Mirlget. of the Ginnt York No. 64 .. -JACK AND JERRY'S TIGHT SQUEEZE; OR, Team. By Billy Boxer, t.he Reforee. . The Bicycle Wonders' Remarkai>le Pluck. By No. SS-DASHING DIAMOND DICK; OR, The Tiogers o f "Zimmy." Tombstone. By W. B. Lawson. DIME NOVEL OLUB 1H5 W . 12th St., Brooklyn 4,N . Y .


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