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No, 87. on his uniform. ‘Harry and Rose, together with the famous pitcher of Yale, secured good seats in the grand stand. ““Qh, there’s Midge now!” cried Rose. The little short-stop was. just stepping down from the dressing-room, and approaching the stand when Rose ‘spied him, “He looks natural in a ball uniform, doesn’t he, Rose?” asked Harry Short. | | Rose 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 blood,” said one Boston crank to another. “Yes, the New Yorks look asif they meant business,” said his companion. | ‘“‘T bet Yale Murphy is loaded for bear.” ~ As in Baltimore and New York, Yale Murphy was one of the chief attractions of the New York team. “Ah!.they’re going to put Lovett in to pitch,” said Oarter, who knew all the big ball players. “Ty hope Lovett will do as well as Nichols did when the Bostons and New Yorks met the last time,” said a Boston- ian, which made a New Yorker, who sat beside him, scowl: ; | Boston started off in the first inning by making two runs. It followed with another run in the second, making the ~ score 3 to 0. “This will never do,” said Captain Johnnie Ward. At that moment the scorer cried : ‘‘Murphy to the bat.” Midge walked jauntily to the plate. He had heard ‘about Lovett’s curves, and he told one of the other players a few minutes before that he thought he could hit him. “See, there goes Midge,” cried Harry Short, as he watched every movement of his old school friend. Bang ! Midge had hit the ball good and hard. “He can’t hit Lovett, eh?” cried Harry Short at the top | of his voice. Midge’s hit was so well timed that he reached second base in safety. He was left on base. ‘‘Oh, isn’t that too. bad !” said Rose, when she saw that Midge could not make his run. Midge’s chance came a little later. He reached first on balls, and stole second. Captain Ward’s base-hit brought him to third, while an error by one of the Boston’s fielders let him make a run. Old-time base-ball cranks thought the New Yorkers a NEW YORK FIVE CENT LIBRARY, Midge had to go at once to his dr escing-reom, and evi foxesent would break down the stand when Yale Murphy 15 FN — crossed the plate. ‘Hurrah for the little fellow !” “That's the ticket, Midge,” cried Harry Short. Carter went almost crazy with delight. “Oh! What a boy he is,” he cried again and’again. As for Rose, she clapped her hands in a way that threatened to burst her gloves. It was a great moment for the ex-short-stop of Yale. He had to take off his hat and bow again and again. Another run, this time made by Van Haltren, the center fielder of the New Yorks, made the score 3 to 2. “Oh! If I could only make another run,” said Midge, as the New Yorks went to the bat for the seventh inning. But Midge was doomed to disappointment. Neither side scored, and the game ended in favor of Boston, by a score of 3 to 2. Although the New Yorks did not win, Yale Murphy’s playing at short-stop, and his batting, together with the one run he made, were the features of the game. | When Midge emerged from the dressing- “room, he was met by his three friends. “ Midget, I told you you were right in line for base-ball honors,” said: Pitcher. Carter. “T told him that years ago when he was short-stop of the Southland team,” put in Harry Short. Rose said nothing. Her smiling face indicated, however, that she was happy to know that Midge was go popular. When Midge returned from the station after bidding his friends good-by, he was sad. He soon regained his usual good spirits when he thought : “T will see them all again soon.” As Midge passed by the Boston Herald office that night, he heard one base-ball crank say to another : “T tell you that Yale Murphy led in batting the first three weeks of the season, and that he’s one of the greatest short-stops this country has ever seen.” “Oh! Murphy’s all right,” replied the other. member seeing him at the Polo Grounds when he——” By this time the two cranks had passed on. As Yale Murphy pursued his way, he smiled. He knew that popularity caused no reduction in a ball “TIT re- player’s salary. (THE END.) DIME NOVELS ROUGHT & SOLD citseleS BRAGIN ir rat My N.Y. DIME NOVEL CLUB 1525 W. 12th St., Brooklyn 4,N.Y. “Dasninc Diamonp Dick; or, THE TIGERS or TomB- STONE,” by W. B. Laweon, will be published in the next number (88) of the NEw YorK FIVE CENT sora | O}| Q) KS (COLE! (C(O)