The Lucky Seventh

Bryan, 2b. Billings, 3b. Scott, 3b. Townsend, 1b. Merrick, 1b. Chase, ss. Wayland, l. f. House, c. f. Tappen, r. f. Leary, 2b. White, c. Northrop, r. f. Robey, ss. Jensen, l. f....

Fudge, whose real name was William Shaw, was fifteen years of age, had sandy-red hair and blue eyes and was short of stature and round of body. His habitual expression was one o...

"Well, what do you know about that!" ejaculated Fudge awedly. He and Lanny were approaching the athletic field at a little after two on Saturday. Ahead of them, as they turned t...

Gordon had doubts of finding Morris Brent at home when, shortly after nine o'clock the next morning, he walked up the neat artificial-stone path to the front door of Brentwood....

Perhaps a liking for baseball is latent in every American. Otherwise how explain the fact that Mr. Jonathan Brent, who, on his own showing, had never witnessed a game before in...

"Well, we're in for it, anyway. I'll talk to Caspar to-morrow. I guess two weeks from next Saturday would be a good date. The trouble is they've got a lot of games arranged and...

Two days later the Clearfield Baseball Club met at the railroad station shortly after dinner time and boarded the train for Lesterville. Only Harry Bryan was missing. A press of...

The matter of a new athletic field dragged. Two more meetings had been held by the committee, and several trips of inspection had been made to near-by fields, but no decision ha...

There was a full attendance at the organization meeting which assembled in the Merricks' front parlor that evening. Besides Gordon himself, Dick Lovering, Fudge Shaw, Harry Brya...

It was hard going for Dick, for his crutches sank into the sand nearly to the depth of their rubber tips, but he persevered, and after some ten minutes of "crutching" arrived at...

If that Saturday had been manufactured to Mr. Potter's order it couldn't have been finer. There was a bright blue sky overhead and not a cloud bigger than a handkerchief to be s...

Gordon found Morris not only able but eager to see him. Louise conducted him upstairs to a big square bedroom in the middle of which, between two bay windows, Morris' bed looked...

A big crowd turned out the following Saturday for the Lesterville game. As a manufacturing town Lesterville was something of a rival to Clearfield and baseball lovers of the lat...

But although Jack Tappen drove out a two-bagger over shortstop's head and Pete Robey got safely to first on an error by the third baseman, the next three players went out in ord...

The Clearfield _Reporter_ was quite enthusiastic over the game in its Monday's issue. There had been, it declared, for some time a demand for a baseball team to represent the ci...

Gordon was up at seven the next morning, having had, as he reckoned, a good nine hours and more of sleep. At breakfast he told again the story of the accident, this time to an i...

Mr. Brent was not in. The clerk, recognizing Gordon as the youth who had called previously and been admitted, explained, in answer to his look of perplexity, that Mr. Brent had...

On Wednesday the Clearfield Baseball Club reported for practice. There was a full attendance, with the exception of Tom Haley. Gordon confined the hour's work to fielding, howev...

That was just about the busiest week for Dick that he ever remembered spending. In the mornings there was usually Mr. Potter to be seen and Mr. Potter's newest schemes to be con...

Clearfield boarded the two-fifteen trolley car on Wednesday and set out for Rutter's Point in high spirits. They had intended taking the two-o'clock car, but Harry Bryan and Fud...

Gordon raised himself on one aching elbow and looked dazedly about him. Up the bank a dozen feet away lay the blue runabout on its side, one forward wheel--or the remains of it-...

On a crisp and sunny Saturday morning, a fortnight after the game, a blue runabout automobile came quietly and circumspectly along Troutman Street, under the yellowing maples, a...

When Gordon Merrick neared the corner of Troutman Street he slowed down his bicycle and finally drew in at the curb, putting out a foot to hold himself in the saddle while he de...

That was perhaps the quickest trip a Rutter's Point car ever made, and almost before Gordon realized that town had been reached, and certainly before he had fully recovered from...

They talked it over on the way back in the train and the consensus of Clearfield opinion was that, taking into consideration the indisputable fact that the umpire had been again...