l gasp of horror m

mean?" demand

get that yarn?"

kins' house and snatched the baby from the cradle. The man was bareheaded and didn't h

slipped into their coats, and now they poured pell-mell out of the door, each of them eage

years before he had married and brought his bride to a pretty little cottage at the southern edge of t

lkins home, and the heart of the young pitcher was hot within him as

in tracing the marauder, but so many people had by this time joine

like hounds trying to pick up a lost sc

tall man carrying a baby! He wa

headed the crowd that rushed

yet acquainted with this clever young pitcher, to mention the previous books of this s

side." Here Joe had his first real experience in the box. He had to fight hard to make good, but he did it, and soon became widely known in that section a

nt kind than he had met before, and the bully of the school succeeded for a time in making things very unpleasant. But Joe had the "class" as a b

at university is told in the third volume of the series called "

f the 'Varsity. Joe had to undergo his apprenticeship, and a hard one it was. But his light could not be kept under a bushel, and by sheer force of merit he finally captured the attention of the leaders in athletics. A combination of

alling it was, he did not feel himself cut out for a preacher. Though bright enough in his studies, he was not a natural scholar. Outdoor life had strong attractions for hi

many good women, that there was something that was almost disreputable in being a professional ball player. But Joe was so earnest in his conviction that it

he Central League. He scented an acquisition for his nine and made Joe an offer that was too good to reject. His struggles and triumphs in th

that he had been drafted into the St. Louis club of the National League. His stirring adventures in this new field are narrated in the fifth volume of the series entitled: "Baseball Joe in the Big League; Or, A Young Pitcher's Hardest Struggles." Hard struggles indeed they had proved to be, but

im. But now he was expecting very soon the call of his team to go with them to a southern training camp, to prepare for the coming

him he had never run as fast and hard as now when he was rushing toward the lumber yard. He knew that what was t

ted section of the town, down near the railroad tracks which ran alongside of it. Here there were but fe

und his way in and out among the piles of lumber,

omewhere above him. He looked up and saw a

caught sight of Joe and hailed him as though he wanted to have a talk with him. But just then a torrent of men, young and

ented danger. He lifted his hel

f you don't I'll throw the