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Baseball Joe in the Big League OR A Young Pitcher's Hardest Struggles By LESTER CHADWICK AUTHOR OF "BASEBALL JOE OF THE SILVER STARS," "BASEBALL JOE AT YALE," "BASEBALL JOE IN THE CENTRAL LEAGUE," "THE RIVAL PITCHERS," "THE EIGHT-OARED VICTORS," ETC. ILLUSTRATED NEW YORK CUPPLES & LEON COMPANY Copyright, 1915, by CUPPLES & LEON COMPANY Baseball Joe

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Baseball Joe in the Big League CHAPTER I TWO LETTERS"Whew!" whistled Joe Matson, the astonishment on his bronzed face beingindicated by his surprised exclamation of:"Well, what do you know about that, Sis?""What is it, Joe?" asked his sister Clara, as she looked up from aletter she was reading to see her brother staring at a sheet of paper hehad just withdrawn from an envelope, for the morning

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Baseball Joe in the Big League CHAPTER II TO THE RESCUEJoe Matson looked so worried at the information imparted by the stationmaster that the latter asked him:"Any particular friends of yours on that train?""Very particular," declared the young ball player. "And I hope no harmcomes to them.""Well, I don't know as any great harm will come," went on the stationmaster. "The train's snowed in, and

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Baseball Joe in the Big League CHAPTER III AN UPSET"Here you are, Joe. Best team in the stable. I could have hired 'em outtwice over since you went; but I wouldn't do it. Other folks have gotthe scare, too, about friends on the stalled train," and the livery bosshanded Joe the reins of a pair of prancing horses, hitched to a light,but strong cutter."Thanks, Mr. Blasser," said Joe. "I'll take good

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Baseball Joe in the Big League CHAPTER IV AN APPEAL"Look out there!""See if you can grab the horses, Reggie!""Mabel, are you hurt?"Fast and excitedly came the exclamations, as Joe managed to free himselffrom the entanglement of robes and lines. Then he stood up, and, givinga hasty glance to see that Mabel and her brother were extricatingthemselves (apparently little if any hurt), the young

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Baseball Joe in the Big League CHAPTER V THE THREAT"Here's a boarding house that will suit you, I think," announced Joe, alittle later, as he stopped the horses in front of a sort of hostelry ofgood reputation. It was not as large nor as stylish as some of the otherplaces in Riverside, but Joe bore in mind the man's request to be takento a moderate-priced establishment."Thanks," said the stranger

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Baseball Joe in the Big League CHAPTER VI A WARNINGJoe Matson's brain was in a whirl as he left the boarding house whereShalleg had made his strange threat. The young pitcher had never beforegone through such an experience, and it had rather unnerved him."I wonder what I'd better do?" he mused, as he walked along the street,where many men were busy clearing away the snow. "I don't like to

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Baseball Joe in the Big League CHAPTER VII BASEBALL TALKThere was silence for a moment, following Joe's warning, and then thevoice of his mother was heard:"Joe, you're wanted on the telephone.""Oh, all right," he answered in a relieved tone. "I didn't want her tohear about Shalleg," he added in a whisper to Charlie. "She and fatherwould worry, and, with his recent sickness, that wouldn't be a

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Baseball Joe in the Big League CHAPTER VIII THE QUARREL"Are we all here?""Oh, what a glorious night!""Did you ever see such a moon!""Looks about as big as a baseball does when you're far from first andthe pitcher is heaving it over, to tag you out!"This last observation from Joe Matson."Oh, what an unpoetical remark to make!"That from Mabel Varley.There came a chorus of laughter, shouts,

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Baseball Joe in the Big League CHAPTER IX JOE IS DRAFTEDFor a moment Joe stood facing the angry man--unnecessarily angry, itseemed--since, even if the young ball player had trod on his foot, theinjury could not have amounted to much."I told you once that I was sorry for having collided with you, though Ido not believe it was my fault," spoke Joe, holding himself in checkwith an effort. "That is

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Baseball Joe in the Big League CHAPTER X OFF TO ST. LOUISFor a few seconds, after Joe's announcement, there was silence in theroom. Then, as the realization of what it meant came to them, Clara wasthe first to speak."I'm so glad, Joe," she said, simply, but there was real meaning inher words."And I congratulate you, son," added Mr. Matson. "It's something to beproud of, even if St. Louis isn't

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Baseball Joe in the Big League CHAPTER XI GOING DOWN SOUTH"Well, are you going to help us win the pennant, Matson?" asked ManagerWatson, when he had introduced Joe to a number of the other St. Louisplayers, who were lounging about the billiard room. It was a cold andblustery day outside, and the hotel, where the team had lately taken upquarters, ready for the trip to the South, offered more

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Baseball Joe in the Big League CHAPTER XII THE QUARRELING MANQuite a little family party it was the St. Louis players composed asthey traveled South in their private car, for they enjoyed thatdistinction. This was something new for Joe, as the Pittston team wasnot blessed with a wealthy owner, and an ordinary Pullman had sufficedwhen Joe made his former trip. Now it was travel "de luxe."The more

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Baseball Joe in the Big League CHAPTER XIII UNDER SUNNY SKIES"That man!" exclaimed Mr. Watson, as he gave the stranger a quickglance. "No, I don't know him, and he certainly isn't a member of myteam. He isn't going to be, either; as far as I know. I'm expecting someother recruits, but no one named Wessel."Joe said nothing. He was wondering if the man would recognize him, and,perhaps, renew that

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Baseball Joe in the Big League CHAPTER XIV HARD WORKThe rooms of the ball players were all in one part of the hotel, alongthe same hall. Joe and Rad were together, near the stairway going down.That night, their first in the training camp, there was considerablevisiting to and fro among the members of the team, and some littlehorse-play, for, after all, the players were like big boys, in

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Baseball Joe in the Big League CHAPTER XV ANOTHER THREAT"Play ball!""Batter up!""Clang! Clang!"The old familiar cries, and the resonant sound of the starting gong,were heard at the Reedville diamond. It was the first real game of theseason, and it was awaited anxiously, not only by the players, but byManager Watson, the coach, and by the owners back home. For it wouldgive a "line" on what St.

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Baseball Joe in the Big League CHAPTER XVI JOE'S TRIUMPH"Well, what do you know about that?" cried Rad, with a queer look atJoe."I don't know what to think about it, and that's the truth," was thesimple but puzzled answer."But who are they--what do they mean? The idea of them threatening youthat way! Why, that's against the law!""Maybe it is," agreed Joe. "As for who those men are, you know

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Baseball Joe in the Big League CHAPTER XVII "PLAY BALL!""Come on, Joe, I'll catch for you," good-naturedly offered Doc Mullin,who had been "warming" the bench, Russell being behind the bat. "That'llgive Rob a chance to rest, and he can take you on just before we goout.""Thanks," replied the young pitcher, and, flushing with pleasure, inthis his triumph, though it was but a small one, he went out

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Baseball Joe in the Big League CHAPTER XVIII HOT WORDSThat opening game, between the St. Louis Cardinals and the CincinnatiReds, was not remarkable for good playing. Few opening games are, forthe teams have not that fierce rivalry that develops later in thepennant season, and, though both try hard to win, they are not keyed upto the pitch that makes for a brilliant exhibition.So that opening game

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Baseball Joe in the Big League CHAPTER XIX JOE GOES INBatonby looked wonderingly, first at Joe, and then at Shalleg. Thelatter's crony did not seem to be with him."What's the row, old top?" asked Batonby easily. "Who are you, anyhow,and what's riled you?""Never you mind what's riled me! You'll find out soon enough," was thesharp answer. "I heard you two chaps talking about me, and I want

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Baseball Joe in the Big League CHAPTER XX STAGE FRIGHTJoe was a little nervous at first, but it was like being among oldfriends to work against the Washburg team."How's your head, Joe?" asked some of the players whom he knew well,from having associated with them in the Central League."Had to get larger sized caps?" asked another."Don't you believe it!" exclaimed the Washburg catcher. "Joe

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Baseball Joe in the Big League CHAPTER XXI A QUEER MESSAGEThe next practice ball Joe sent in went cleanly over the plate, andlanded with a thud in the catcher's glove. Russell nodded at Joe, toindicate that was what he wanted."Play ball!" directed the umpire, and the batter moved up closer to theplate.Stooping low, and concealing his signal with his big glove, Russellcalled for a straight, swift

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Baseball Joe in the Big League CHAPTER XXII IN DANGER"Bad news?" asked the hotel clerk, as he noticed the look on Joe's face."No--yes--well, it's unexpected news," hesitated Joe, as he made up hismind, on the instant, not to tell the contents of the note. He wanted alittle time to think. Rapidly he read the message over again. The boywas just shuffling out of the hotel."Wait a minute!" Joe called

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Baseball Joe in the Big League CHAPTER XXIII A LAME ARM"But, great Scott, Joe!" exclaimed Rad, when he had been given all thefacts of the strange occurrence, "that was a raw sort of deal!""I think so myself.""Why don't you get the police after them?""What would be the good? Nothing really happened, and just because Ihave an idea it would have, if I'd given them the chance to get at me,doesn't

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Baseball Joe in the Big League CHAPTER XXIV A TIGHT GAME Rad gave a look at his chum, and then, sliding out of bed, ran to thewindow."No luck!" he exclaimed."What do you mean?" asked Joe."I mean it isn't raining.""What has that got to do with it?" the young pitcher wanted to know, ashe moved his sore arm back and forth, a little frown of pain showing onhis face at each flexing movement."Why, if

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Baseball Joe in the Big League CHAPTER XXV IN NEW YORK"That's good," called Rad, as he caught a swift one. "You'll do, Joe."But only the young pitcher knew what an effort it was going to cost himto stay in that game. And stay he must.It was time for the Cardinals to take the field. The Phillies were tworuns ahead, and that lead must be cut down, and at least one more tallymade if the game were to

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Baseball Joe in the Big League CHAPTER XXVI ADRIFT"There," said Baseball Joe, coming to a halt at a dark street corner,the stranger close beside him, "if you go up that way, and turn as Itold you to, it will take you directly to the Reading Terminal.""I don't know how to thank you," mumbled the other. He seemed to befumbling in his pocket. "I'll give you my card," he went on. "If you areever in

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Baseball Joe in the Big League CHAPTER XXVII THE RESCUEFor a few moments Joe was in a sort of daze. He was extremelyuncomfortable, lying on the hard bottom of the boat, and there seemed tobe rough water, for the craft swayed, and bobbed up and down.Joe wondered if he was alone, for he did not hear the noise of oars inthe locks, nor did he catch the voices of the three rascals.But it soon

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Baseball Joe in the Big League CHAPTER XXVIII MOVING PICTURESFor a moment silence followed the announcement that meant so much toJoe. He could hear murmurs of surprise, and the violent motion of thecraft in which he lay, bound helpless and unseeing, told him that thework of rescue was under way. The motor boat, he reflected, must bemaking fast to the other. The bandage over Joe's eyes prevented

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Baseball Joe in the Big League CHAPTER XXIX SHALLEG'S DOWNFALLPlans to capture Shalleg and his cronies were carefully made, but wereunsuccessful, for, it appeared, the scoundrel and his cronies had fledafter putting Joe into the boat.The moving picture people readily agreed to keep silent about theaffair, and Manager Watson said he would explain Joe's absence from thegame in a way that would

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Baseball Joe in the Big League CHAPTER XXX THE HARDEST BATTLEFilled to overflowing were the big bleachers. Crowded were thegrandstands. Above the noise made by the incoming elevated trains, andthe tramp of thousands of feet along the boarded run-ways leading to thebig concrete Brush Stadium at the Polo Grounds, could be heard theshrill voices of the vendors of peanuts, bottled ginger ale and

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