Baseball Joe, champion of the league

“Great Scott, Joe, what are you trying to do?” demanded Jim Barclay, as he threw back the ball he had just caught and wrung the hand that had got the brunt of the impact. “Tryin...

The burning house was a frame structure, three stories in height, very old in appearance, and so dry that if the flames got a good hold on it it would evidently burn like tinder.

“No, I’m not hurt, Mac,” replied Joe reassuringly, “though I don’t wonder you think so, from the way I look. That is, I’m not hurt seriously. A bit of a burn and blister here an...

The newcomer smiled affably as Joe and Jim grasped his hands, slapped him on the back and drew him boisterously into the room, where they plumped him into a chair.

“My word!” blurted out Reggie, as he sauntered up to them as immaculate as though he had just stepped from a bandbox. “What’s all the dust-up about? That yell outside made me th...

“Gee, but it’s a big program!” ejaculated Jim. “It’s never been done before by any one man in the history of the game. But I wouldn’t put it past you, at that. I’m sure you’ll d...

Leete, the slugging left fielder of the Brooklyns, a veteran who for a dozen years back had averaged .300 and for two years had led the league, came swaggering to the plate, car...

As Maley crossed the plate a tremendous chorus of cheers rose from the Brooklyn rooters while his comrades rushed from their dugout and surrounded him, dancing and shouting in j...

The game was won, won at the last moment by the mighty hit that rounded out Joe’s marvelous exhibition of pitching skill. The Giants had got the jump by capturing the first game...

“Only that it gets rather monotonous to see one team out so far ahead of the others year after year,” remarked Tompkinson carelessly, as he flicked the ash from his cigar. “It s...

He held the fellow’s head with his left hand and hastily thrust his fingers into the rascal’s mouth. Far down, he could feel the obstruction. He reached still farther, caught it...

“Surely,” answered Joe. “It’s a matter that concerns the club too nearly to keep from him. When there’s any underhand work going on, he ought to be the first one to know about it.”

There was a moment of stupefaction and then the crowd burst into a roar of applause. It had spoiled a perfectly good home run for Joe and prevented two scores for the Giants. Bu...

A roar of derision went up from the crowds at this indication that Axander was bent on keeping the ball out of Joe’s reach, and this grew in volume when the next thrown ball was...

When Baseball Joe, after battling his way through the crowds that swarmed down over the playing field, found himself in the midst of his rejoicing mates in the clubhouse he rece...

For a moment Joe was genuinely alarmed. He was usually so free from pains and aches and he kept himself in such superb physical condition that any marked deviation from this env...

To be knocked out of the box is a humiliation that every baseball pitcher has had at times to face. No one has ever escaped it if he has remained any length of time in the game....

“I don’t yet know whether I’ve dropped it,” replied Reggie. “But I’ve invested that much, and the way the bally thing looks now I’m not likely to get any of it back.”

Joe found them quite as sumptuous as Reggie had described. There was a large outer room, in which a score or more of customers were moving about, watching the ticker, or noting...

That the broker’s poise was badly shaken was undeniable. He was not talking now to one of the meek lambs that he had been accustomed to shear with such adroitness and dispatch....

“One might almost think you had been doped,” declared Jim. “I never saw you so dead to the world. Could it be anything you’ve eaten or drunk that’s affected you?”

Miles, the kingpin pitcher of the Pirates, was in the box, and that he was at the top of his form was evident by the way he whipped the ball over the plate, setting down the hea...

“You won the game almost alone, Joe,” declared McRae as he wrung his hand. “I never saw anything like it. They’ll be barring you from the league if you pitch many games like tha...

In the columns devoted to their exploits Joe got the lion’s share of attention. His great pitching and batting received their full meed of praise, and it was generally agreed th...

On the floor lay Jim. The letter that he had been reading had fallen from his hand. He had slipped from the chair and lay crumpled up in a heap.

“Who do you suppose are our worst enemies in this city just now?” replied Joe, adopting the Yankee method of answering a question by asking one. “Who is it that is most interest...

“Just beginning to,” answered Jim, not turning his head or taking his eyes off the paper. “I’m starting to feel drowsy and the old tingling sensation is going through my arm.”

Drawers had been flung open, papers scattered upon the floor, electric fixtures ripped from their connections. There was no trace of the mysterious electrical instrument, though...

To say that Joe was astounded would be putting it too mildly. He was almost paralyzed with astonishment. He was not accustomed to being embraced by women, elderly or otherwise,...

“Now, gentlemen,” said Joe, “you’re going to learn that Matson’s arm is not yet ruined nor Mr. Barclay’s either. But first there are some little formalities to be gone through w...