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D | MULDOON'S BASE BALL CLUB IN BOSTON. The Subscription Price of Tam WinE AWAKE LIBRARY Dy the year is $2,50: $1,25 per six months post paid, Address FRANK TOUSE) PusuisHer, 384 and 36 North Moore Street, New York. Box 2730, (ONS Base Ball Giub 1b By TOM TEASER, Author of “Muldoon’s Base Ball Club, » «The Aldermen Sweeneys of New York,” << Noxt Door; or, The Irish Twins,” «Senator Muldoon,” ‘*‘Muldoon Out West,” etc., ete, ete, CHAPTER I. TERRENCE Muxpoon, captain of the Muldoon Base Ball Club, his son Roger, and his wife Bedalia, sat in their private car, Champion, waiting for the train to start. They were going to Boston, where Muldoon and his team had ar- ranged to play a series of ball games with the local nines of the city of culchaw. « Muldoon was a great man in the City of New York, and expected ‘to make as big an impression in the city which boasted of Sullivan, Mike Kelly, Emerson and Longfellow as being among its inhabitants. The Muldoon Base Ball-Ciub had started off well in New York, and .was now traveling, it being the avowed intention of its founder to wipe the dust of the Boston ball grounds with the clubs of the modern Athens. As I said before, the Muldoons were sitting in their own private car, awaiting the time for starting on their journey to Boston. Young Roger Muldoon was a joker, and many were the pranks that he played upon his susceptible dad, the honorable Terrence. He had one on tap at this particular moment. : The train had just started when there came into the car a big man with a light overcoat, a silk hat, a huge diamond stud, AY kid gloves and a tiny silk umbrella. He walked into the general sitting-room, chucked his grip on the floor, took a seat by the window, and proceeded to enjoy himself. While they were going through the tunnel Muldoon said nothing, but when they reached the open country he stepped up to the big man and remarked; ‘“Yez may not be aware ay it, sor, but this is me own private car, intinded for the use av me own family exclusively.” “Well, it does yer proud, ye old cynocephalug,” returned the other. “If yer haven't got good taste yerself, somebody’s got it for yer, and I must say the thing looks foine.” ‘Yis, [am very.much pleased wid it mesilf,” returned Muldoon, ‘but that’s not the pint in dispute. The car is me own private prop- erty for the prisint, and is intinded for me own use.” ‘Well, yer got a soft thing of it, old Monkey-face. I s’pose yer - don’t care to ride in the cage with the rest of the animals.” Widout payin’ anny attention to phwat yez may be pleased to call your facetious remarks concerning me physiognomy,” said Muldoon, politely, ‘‘I wud beg leave to inform yez that this car is mine, and no outsiders can ride in it.” “What's der reason dey can’t? Ain’t I riding in it. can ride.” -*Oho, me grammarian, yez come froa Boston, do yez, wid yer May, can and musts? Ido not question yer ability to ride in the car, but deny that yez have the privilege. Yez can ride, av course, but yez may not ;!indeed, I will put it more forciby, me very learned and most idiomatic friend, and say that yez must not, be heavens. Are there any flies on the grammatical construction av that?” Of course I ‘* Dat’s all very well,” said the other, lighting a cigar after striking a match on Muldoon’s diamond stud; but I’m going to Boston, and I’m going in this car. See?” ‘‘Be heavens, then, ye’re not,” returned Muldoon, beginning to make hostile demonstrations. ‘‘ What’s der reason Ym not, Irish? My name is Sullivan. yours?” Muldoon nearly fainted. The man’s name was Sullivan, was it? There was only one Sullivan and slugging was his profit, in Mul- doon’s opinion. Of course this was the great, the only John L. of pugilistic fame. Muldoon’s manner underwent an instantaneous change. - His face was wreathed in smiles, and his Galway sluggers faitly twinkled. “I’m pleased to meet yez, sor,” he said, ‘Please to pardon the apparent rudeness av me forst remark, Mr. Sullivan. Make yersilf comfortable. Is there annything that yez want?” It was just as well to be agreeable to the great pugilist. Muldoon did not care to feel the weight of his fist. Traveling by_rail was fast enough for him. He did not care to travel through space impelled by such a blow as Sullivan could give. If he got the great man’s mad up, he was sure to get hit. Consequently he must be upon his good behavior. ‘*Wud yez name yer particular disinfectant, Mr. Sullivan?” he asked. ‘‘ We have iverything an the car that yez can wish.” ‘Well, I’ll take whisk.” Muldoon touched an electric button, and Whiskers, his colored pater’ made his appearance. The man’s name was not Whiskers, but he was called that for con- venience. ‘Bring the gintleman a decanter ay the ould shtuff, | Whiskers, and some ice wather,” said Muldoon. “You ain’t such a bad feller, Muldoon,” said Mr. Sullivan, planting his big. feet on a plush cushion, ‘but yer’ll never be killed for yer good looks.” Muldoon laughed. He thought he had to. It wouldn’t do to get mad. That meant getting knocked out. “Very good,” he remarked, ‘Yez have a very purty wit, Misther: Sullivan.” “Bet yer life I have. won’t make me sick.” Once more Muldoon laughed, and for the same reason as before. ‘¢Have another wan,” he remarked. ‘' Will yez come iato the What’s Here's looking at yer, Muldoon. Hope ite shmoking compartment and have a cigar wid me?” <
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MULDOON’S: BASH BALL CLUB -IN BOSTON. 3 —_——— ee eeeeeeoeeOooOmANN][vAT[rTVDL00WNOOOOTOODoo a —————————————————————— SS —_—————, vv Ow CO>| TD ‘This is good enough fer me, Mul,” replied Mr. Sullivan, ‘Trot out yer stinkers.” The honored guest was making himself at home for a fact. Muldoon couldn’t kick, however. ; Whiskers brought a box of cigars at Muldoon’s request. Mr. Sullivan took a handful of them. There was nothing mean about him, Muldoon would not have said anything if he had taken a whole box. He was in terror of the big fists of the noted pugilist. Mr. Sullivan lighted a cigar, puffed away for a few moments, and then said; “Pretty good cigars for a gorilla to smoke, Mul, old sheroot. What do you pay for ’em, a dollar a thousand?” Muldoon did not want to laugh, but he did, all the same. Tn fact he did not think it safe not to. Then Mr. Sullivan blew smoke in his face, spat on his boots, called him a gorilla several times and asked: “ What are yer going to Boston for, anyhow, Irish? They kill all greenhorns there.” ‘Oh, jist for fun,” said Muldoon, with a sickly smile. If he had only dared to tell the fellow what he thought of him? However, to talk back to the great Sullivan moanta job for the undertaker. ‘Them cigars 0’ yours make me sick,” muttered the mighty one, throwing the end of the one he was smoking on the carpet. ‘‘ They’ll do to give away, though.” Wouldn’t Muldoon haye liked to say something? You bet! ‘Av ye're tired ay shmoking, maybe ye’d like something to ate?” ‘Don’t mind if I do,” returned the other, ‘‘if yer fetch it in here. If ve got tolook at that old gal in the next room it'll make me sick.” This was too much for Muldoon. © He wouldn’t hear a word against his wife. To hear her spoken of disrespectfully made him mad. ‘‘That’s me wife ye’re speaking av,” he said. ‘* Well, that’s not'my fault. Sorry yer didn’ have more taste. Fetch yer grub in here and see me paralyze it.” puuiekere was ordered to set a table for Mr. Sullivan, ‘* We'll have lunch in here, Whiskers,” said Muldoon. are not hungry.” : ‘*Good thing they ain’t,” said the slugger, ‘for I am.” A nice little lunch of cold chicken, tongue, lobster salad, beef and ham sandwiches, olives and pickles was placed on the table, and Mr. Sullivan was told to help himself. He did for a fact, and gaye Muldoon no chance to do the same. Roger was taking in the scene from a seat by the window, and seemed to enjoy it more than the scenery outside, As for Muldoon he was boiling. over. Nobody but the great Sullivan. could haye acted like that in his presence. The latter smoked, drank, ate and did everything else for his own enjoyment seemingly, and without any reference to any one else. _ Finally when Bridgeport was reached he got up, put on his bat and said: ‘Well, you old gorilla, this is my station. Hope you'll have a good time in Boston.” * Aren’t ye in a hurry to go, Mr. Sullivan?” asked Muldoor. “Not at all. I live here.” By this time Mr. Sullivan was on the platform. ‘Ye live here!” gasped Muldoon. ** Certainly.” J tho’t yez lived in Boston,’ ** Never.” Sure, they call yez the Boston Boy anyhow.” ‘No, sir.” Mr. Sullivan was now on the station platform. A glimmer of light came into Muldoon’s bratn. ‘* Arn’t ye Sullivan the prize- fighter?” he asked. ‘*No; only Sullivan the livery man. There’s my card.” Toot-toot! Ding-dong! Choo, choo, choo! ’ . ‘‘The ladies I’ve gotter get off. | he remarked. ; The train was moving. Muldoon still had time to express a little of what he felt. - ‘Be heavens, ye’re a sucker, that’s phwat yez are!” he muttered, shaking his fist. ‘* Yez have imposed on me, but av I had known yez 4 warn’t the other Sullivan I’d have par’lyzed ye mesilf twenty times.” Then Muldoon returned to the sitting-room and gazed around. ‘Not Sullivan the prize-fighter and med all this muss!” he mutter- ed. ‘Called me prime cigars ould stinkers and pit his feet on the cushions. Oh, ay I’d only known!” Roger might have told him long before, Roger did not, however? He was giving nothing away. That was a habit of his when working snaps on his dad, He had met the livery stable man in New York that very morning, and had made up his mind to guy his father as soon as he saw the general resemblance between the fellow and the pugilist. The two had worked up the snap between them. You have seen how well it succeeded. Muldoon walked into the smoking-room where Roger was enjoying” a cigar. He looked as innocent as a cow in a clover fleld: ‘Well, he’s gon’, thank Heaven,” said Muldoon. ‘¢ Who has?” ; Sullivan.” “The prize fighter?” ‘*No. He wor none, but av I had known it, he’d have wished he wor that he might defind himself. He played me for a sucker, be heavens, and I didn’t dar’ open me head, thinking he war the famous pugilist.” Roger never let on, and Muldoon never suspected. He went into his wife’s room to explain matters, and Roger re- marked to himself: ‘¢Thav’s one for a starter. Boston.” Tl do better than that when we get to ‘ OHAPTER It. On the very day af Muldoon’s arrival in Boston he found the follow- ing challenge awaiting him: “The Back Bay Howlers will do up the Muldoons on any day they like. Please reply. WaRkEN, Captain.” «They will, will they?” observed Muldoon. ‘Sure, I think not.” ‘Have you got an open date, pop?” asked Roger. “Plinty ay thim. Iplay the Boston League’s wan day and the Brotherhood the nixt, and thin I parilyze the Harvards, but I can ac- commodate the Howlers to-morry.” ‘‘Do you know where they play?” “1 do not.” ‘¢ Or who they are?” oc No.” ‘ They may be coons, dad?” «Then V’ll not play thim.” “You'd better find out first, pop; or you may get sold.” In the evening a tough looking specimen called at the hotel and asked for Muldoon. “That's me,” said our hero. “ The base ball man?” TG Yis. ” “Pm Cap’n o’ the Back Ee Howlers. T will.” «To-morrer?” SY 1S. “THs a 20. ” « Are yez all-white?” ‘Of course. We mean business and will treat you BWI % ‘‘T mean that yez are not nagurs?” “Suttingly not.” : ‘Nor Injuns?” , | “ Ah, go on.” ; «‘ Thin I’ll play yez.” *¢ And we'll do you up.” *So you said, but I'll wail till this time to-morry till I say whither yez can or not.” ~ Oh, we'll do it, sure pop.” Will you play us?” wre
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i ! MULDOON’S BASE BALL CLUB’ IN BOSTON. * « Who's in yer nine?” ‘« All Boston fellers, reg’lar old settlers, men of long standing.’”” ‘¢ Well, I'll give them a chance to sit down.” Mr. Warren did not see the joke, and Muldoon had no map of it made. ; “ What do yer mean?” asked the captain of the Howlers. ‘“‘That yez’ll spend the most av yer toime on the bench, be heavens.” : é “Oh, go on; we'll do you up.” “ Yes, you will!” laughed Muldoon, but in a tone that implied that they would not. e Well, the evening was still young, and Roger bad plenty of time to work a racket on his pop. He was always ready and willing to do that, by the way. Occasionally, however, it was not necessary, for Muldoon had a way of blundering into snaps of his own accord. However, the young fellow was too tired fo bother the old gent that night, and Muldoon himself went to bed so early that he did not get into trouble himself. _ ‘The match game between the Back Bay Howlers and the Muldoons was played the next day. The Muldoons went to the bat first, the batting order of both clubs being as follows; HOWLERS. Lincoln, 1 b.- Elliott, 2 b. Corey, 3 b. Mupboons. ' Hannigan, c. Budweiser, c. f. Muldoon, 1 b. O'Dwyer, c. f. Ruggles, r, f. Jones, 88. Rumford, 1. f. Stein, 2 b. Warren, c. Finnegan, r. f. Swope, ss. MeGinness, 3 b. Dighton,ec, f. Brady, p. Woflles, p.. The Muldoons had changed positions somewhat, Muldoon taking first, Budweiser going to left, and Hannigan catching for Brady, the fumous twirler of the nine. Little Ikey Stein, the child of Israel, covered as much of second as he could, and Dan Jones, the fellow with the perpetual cold in the head, was at short. Muldoon calculated that he could cover any or all the positions, if necessary, and he neyer played in the same place in two successive games, He was captain and he had the say as to where he was to go. _ This time he played at first, because he thought that Pete Budweiser was too heavy for it. Well, the Muldoons lost the toss and were sent to the bat first. Hannigan, who was a substitute player, walked to the plate, picked out along bat, spat on his hands, hit his toes and Beood ready to do wonders. Wofiles, who was cescenced from Bunker Hill monument and was proud of it, was the ball-tosser on this occasion. He did not twist himself all out of shape as some pitchers do, He merely kicked the button on the top of his cap with his right foot, tied his right arm in a knot and let drive. Whizz! There was a flash, and then something struck the fence with a ‘sound like a cannon ball on a tin roof. Hannigan had made a breeze with his stick, and that was all. The bean-eaters howled with CLE ‘One strike!” Hannigan looked tired. He took a firmer hold on his bat and looked dangerous. Warren put on his bird-cage and Ware) and came up behind the bat. / Whizzt Plunk! The ball shot through the air like a streak. Warren caught it with a sound like an iron safe falling on a coon’s _ head, Once more had Hannigan Pen the wind, “Two strikes!” Again the Emersonians gaye vent to their delirious joy. Hannigan looked weary. y “ Here’s where yez hit it,” cried Muldoon from the coaching line. Woftles made a cabalistic sign to Warren by scratching his left ear with his right foot. Warren tightened the band of his life-preserver and spread routt his feet. Hannigan spat on his bat for luck and smiled. * Now, thin, Hanny; tear the cover aff it.” Whizza! You could just see the ball and that was all. Swish! Hannigan made an awful swipe at it and turned clear around. Punk! The leather dropped into the Bunker Hiller’s hands with a noise like the dropping of ripe cherries into a mud puddle. “That man’s out,” remarked the abitrator of the game. “Wan man outi” cried Muldoon. ‘‘Niver mind, Pete; show thim how we do things in New. York.” The short, fat Dutchman waddled up to the plate and grabbed the bat as though itewas greased and would slip away from him. The great Woflles toyed with Budweiser as he had with Hannigan. Three times did that magic ball skim through the air. Thrice did Peter the Great essay to remove the leather binding therefrom. Every time did the ball elude his attempts to knock it out. On three successive occasions was’ that ominous sound heard be- hind the bat. Whizz! , : ; Swish! . Plunk! That was the simple little story in three chapters. ‘* Batter’s out!” was the concise remark of the umpire. “Well, I take my oats once,” muttered the Dutchman. tort nobody couldn’t do dot to me somedimes,” Two men out, and Muldoon atthe bat. — Would he share the same fate as the rest? The disciples of poneteion on we grand stand thought that he would. The adherents of Pat Gilmore on the bleacheries thought not. As for Muldoon, he did not care. “Ts aisy enough to shtrike wan or two min out,” he aera sa- “T didn’t gaciously, ‘but there’s twinty-siven to go, and they won’t all thravel _ the same road, nor in succession, begob.” Woflles gathered himself up for his final effort. Whizz! Muldoon couldn’t hit the ball. : It dropped into Warren’s fist with a sound like two darkies kissing, ‘One strike!” “ That’s only wan, ,” observed Muldoon. When the second one came his Way he made another whack at it. Zipp! There was a sound like a meat ax clenvine a bone. Warren had once more collared the goat skin. “ Two strikes!” The Beacon Hillers were delighted. The East Boston contingent was enraptured. The Back Bay residents just yelled. Their darling was doing himself proud. Two men struck out and another to come, and all in one inne The star of the Muldoons seemed about to set. ‘Make it three, Woif!” sang out the crowd. ‘* Be heavens, then, he will not!” hissed Muldoon. He looked wicked as he gripped the bat, and his whiskers struck tire as the wind went through them, Z Woffles was very naturally elated. He lost his head, however, and sent in a terrible hot one. It whizzed clean over the plate. : Muldoon couldn’t hit it. Neither could Warren hold it. With two men out the third ball must be held. It was not. : It nearly dislocated Warren’s thumb, and then shot up in the air: Muldoon knew the rules like a book. The way he shot down to first would have pleased John Ward. He got there, too. ns “i
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_ to Elliott and sat down. bag! ~ O'Dwyer was the next man to the bat. took their turn at the bat. MULDOON’S Warren recovered the ball and soaked it to Lincoln at first. If he had been eight feet tall he might have jumped for and caught it. He was only six, and he couldn’t take it in. It went over his head and away out into right field. Dan Jones was coaching at third. Rud, Buldood, run; you aid’t half ruddig! Lively dow, ad you’ll ged there!” Dan had a cold in his head, but he could yell all the same. Muldoon was not letting the sunflowers grow under his feet, and they are fast growing plants. He was just scooting down to second for all he knew. He didn’t have to slide to get there, either. How the whitewash did fly when he planked his big brogans on the Bake your third! ‘Keep a, runnin’ Terry!” shrieked Mrs. Muldoon from her box. “Hold your third, pop!” called out Roger. It was nip and tuck to get to third, however. f Ruggles had secured the ball, and had planked it down to Elliott at second. When he got it Muldoon was well on his way to the third bas. Elliott sent it whizzing to Corey, who was ready to grab it, Slide, pop!” fairly howled Roger in his excitement. : Nobody else said a word. It was like thesilence on both banks of the river when Horatius dove into the Tiber in the brave days of old. You might have heard a safe fall off the roof. Well, Muldoon did slide for a fact. Head-iirst, with outstretched hands, he dove for a good fifteen feet. _ He raised a cloud of dust as big asif a ee of horses were coming down the road. The umpire raced down to third to see how he was going to come out. 2 Plank! Plunk! There were two sounds with a second or so between them, Que was Muldoon’s hand hitting the bag. The other was the ball landing in Corey’s hands. Which got there first, Muldoon or the ball? : Muldoon? : - You can bet.your life! eSafel * That’s what the umpire said: Then there was a yeli from all points. Nobody could help cheering such a brave effort. “Yer done well, Muldoon—shoot me if yer didn’t!” remarked Corey. : It wasn’t real Bostonese, nor even Hmersonian, but it was from the heart. “ Be heavens,” said Muldoon, shaking the dust from the shamrock on his breast, ‘‘yer language is not at all iligant or accordin’ to the rules av grammar, me friend, but yeu mean it, and that’s all [ care about.” _ All hands yelled again, and “Muldoon smiled to the crowd, to the players, and to his wife and Roger in the grand stand. “You got there, pop!” said Roger; ‘and now get home!” He was given his base on balls, for Woffles was afraid of Muldoon. Then came Dan Jones with the cold in his head. He was a little fellow, and the great Woftles thought he could rattle him. Nixey rattle for Dad! Jodes. Woff sent in an easy one that he thought Dan was going to miss. That is where he missed it himself. Whang! Dafi sent the ball clear to the left field fence. In trotted Muldoon as proud as a peacock, while O Dwyer went rac- ing around to third. Jones got to second, for the ball was well fielded, and that was all he could get. _ The bow-legeed Israelife next stepped up, popped a dandy little tly Then the Muldoon gang went out to hunt leather, and the ‘Howlers ‘It did not do them any good, however. . BASE BALL OLUB IN BOSTON. Muldoon covered first like a hero, and caught out the first fellow as neat as wax. Joe Brady then put on his pitching clothes and struck out the scion of the Elliotts. Corey then knocked up a fly, which Dan Fonee got under, and Gorey, was ladled out. That made it one to nix on the first inning. It stood that way for five successive innings, The wily Wofiles wasn’t presenting goose eggs to as:many men as at first. Occasionally a man got to first or second, and Muldoon once reached third, only to perish there. In the seventh the Howlers got in a run, and the bean jugglers re- joiced, ‘¢ We'll do you up yet, Mull,” said Warren. Nobody walked away with a run after that until the ninth. Then the solid man himself banged the ball for a homer, when two men were out, and after that O’Dwyer fell into the kettle on a short fly to Ruggles. Maybe there wasn’t any excitement when the Howlers came up. It was one to tie and two to win. Joe Brady pitched his dandiest, but somehow or other the Back Bay beauties seemed to get onto him. Three fellows made safe hits for a base apiece. That filled the bags and no one had gone back to warm the bench. Then Captain Warren stepped up with a grin on his classic mug. ‘*Were’s where we do you up, Muldoon,” he remarked, He was too beforehand with his prognostications. Nobody expected to see what they did see. 5 Muldoon gave Brady a wink which he understood. ae He put in an easy one which Swope swiped. It was nipped by Joseph and sent to Muldoon. The solid man was there, and the ball beat Swobe by ten feet. — Then it went down to Ikey Stein at second, and although Warren tried to slide under Ikey’s bow-legs, it was no use. “Home wid it!’ yelled Muldoon. Ikey could not have been quicker if he had been trying to sell a suit of clothes the first thing on Monday morning. He got the ball in to Hannigan who jumped on the plate with it in his hands a second ahead of the man /rom third. {t was a triple play and a daisy. Score; 2 to 1, Muldoons ahead. . ‘7 think yez said yea wor goin’ to do us up,” observed Muldoon. ‘ Yez didn’t mean to-day, *did yez?” The illustrious Warren had nothing to say. That game was his Bunker Hill and he fell—-in the soup. As for the AAO they were ready to paint ‘all Boston green that night. : CHAPTER III. Tux defeat administered to the Back Bay Howlers by the Muldoons made the latter organization feel tip-top. It was the first game eke had played in Boston and they were glad to win it. . They felt more sure of their ground after that. Well, they went out to Cambridge, of which Boston is a “otha you know, in the collegiate eyes, and knocked spots out of the Har- yards. “After that they tackled the League team of Boston. Muldoon would tackle anything. His boys were not snowed under, although they were beaten. Just previous to this time Roger put up another job on Muldoon. One morning, when Muldoon expected to have an off day, a pleas- ant looking gentleman called upon him and said: “‘T represent the base-ball fnterest in this city to —” ‘* Ah, yis, Mr. Conant, I presume?” said Muldoon. \ **No, Tam not.” “Thin maybe yez are wan ay the other two that run the Bostons?” “No, [represent a team of amateurs—the Orientals—a team that kas never been beaten by a team of their class.” *¢ Well?” said Muldoon. It wasn’t a very long speech. * It meant much, however. _ >.
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6 MULDOON’S BASE BALL CLUB IN BOSTON. Fe ae a cae Sa na ee Ae oe You could construe it to mean avything or nothing, just as you chose. J would like to play a game with your team.” ‘Play the Muldoons agin the Orientals?” oe Yes.”’ “‘Have they any record?” ; ‘<T tell you they have never been beaten by any similar nine.” That remark might also mean a good deab or nothing. It meant more than Muldoon imagined. ‘Well, I’m willin’ to play yea av yez can dhraw a good crowd.” ** Don’t you be afraid of that: We always draw crowds.” ‘When wud yez want to play?” ‘This afternoon.” ¢¢ Where is it?” *¢Out South Boston way.” “Well, I'll go yez.” Muldoon told his men about the game, and they were all anxious to play it. In fact, they expected a walk over and big money. Roger chuckled in his sleeve, but said nothing. He told his mother, however, that he did not think she would care to see the game. Consequently she did not go. Roger went, all the same, He would not have missed it for half a dollar. Well, the Muldoons got into their uniforms and went to practicing. The Orientals had not shown up when it was nearly time to begin. And still Muldoon did not tremble. ‘* Maybe they’re a-scared to come,” he remarked. Fuur o’clock came and then the Orientals appeared. Muldoon was practicing catching with Joe Brady at the time. When the other nine appeared he got so rattled that he muffed a ball and caught it in the neck. Just imagine his disgust, The Orientals were all Chinamen. There couldn’t be any doubt of it. They were yellow-skinned, wore pig-tails, baggy breeches, blouses and thick felt shoes. ; Moreover, they chattered like a whole congregation of monkeys. Muldoon was mad. Too mad to speak for several moments, in fact. “It?s a’dom skin!” he cried, at length. ‘‘ I'll not play wid Chinay- sers, be heavens.” : ‘That’s worse than playing with a dide of diggers,” said Dan Jones. Muldoon had been roped into playing with a lot of coons in New York, and he had not forgotten it by any means. ‘‘Worse than playing wid nagurs!” he sputtered. ‘* Well, I should say so. And they call it the great national game, be heavens!” One of the Chinamen, in a yellow blouse and green breeches, wad- dled up to Muldoon, and-said: “You leady play ball? Me cap’n, me gottee bully good nine.” “Go an, ye h’atken,” said Muldoon. ‘‘I’ll not disgrace mesilf be playing wid yez.” ‘You no play, den me gettee allee money, so be.” “‘Go an, an’ take it, ye pig-tailed enigma!” -** All Jite, you no play you sklin —no goodee! widdee you.” ‘ Be heavens, av Chinamen get to playing bail, the game is ruined!” cried Muldoon. Salaries ’ll be cut down ‘to nothing, ” said Brady. «‘That iver I should live to see the day,” sighed MeGinniss. : ‘‘Don't you was been afraid to blay dem fellers, Muldoon,” said Budweiser. ‘Dey couldn’t run mit dem funny shoes und dem breeches.” “T dink dey got dose trousers von a misfit parlor,” said Ikey Stein, who was interested in the clothing business in New York. Faix, they’re all misfits,” growled Muldoon. “You play ballee, so be, you no play ballee, so be?’’ asked the Chinese captain. ‘‘ You no play ballee, you sklin.” ~- Nobody called mea skin in ail me life, be heavens,” said Mul- doon, getting mad. ‘It’s yez phwat have skinned me, so yez have.” _ ‘Play theb, Buldood, go od,” said Jones. ‘' We cad ligk the sduiliz out ob theb.” ° Bos’n bloy no playee “Niver got baten be anny similar nine,” muttered Muldoon, think-" ing of what the agent or manager had said. ‘‘ No, I suppose not, yez wudn’t foind two nines av “Chinaysers bechune this and China, be heavens.” The crowds on the stands and benches were now clamoring wildly for the game to proceed. “Play ball!” ‘‘Go on, you old stuffs!” ‘‘ What are yer scared of?” “¢ Play ball!” ‘« Give us our money back!” “‘You’re no good, Muldoon!” ‘Play ball!” ‘¢ Fine ’em, fine 7em!” ‘* Get out your watch, umpire!” ‘¢ Play ball!” z ‘« We want to get home to supper.” ‘You can’t play ball, you can’t!” “Get on to Belly Bowlegs!” “Come out from behind that nose!” «Play ball!’ ‘Go on, you tarriers!” “Tt’s a skin!” — ‘ “Fine ’em!” *¢ Play ball!” The racket beat anything you ever heard of. It was worse than ten boiler factories all going at once. Every man and boy on the ground seemed to be yelling his very worst. Muldoon was puzzled. * He did not want to send the crowd home, but he hated to play against Chinamen. Finally, however, he decided to play. «Pll play this time,” he remarked, ‘but after this ll not play any unknown club till I see their fortygraphs. Well, Muldoon won the toss and concluded to go to the bat first. “ Faix, I'll parlize them so bad that they won’t want to play any more,” he observed. This time he played,short stop, Budweiser went to first, and Jones took right fieid. The Chinamen played all over as the subjoined score card will show: ” ORIENTALS, Ah Jim, 1b., ¢., p. Wun Lung, 2b., 8 8., p. Jin Sling, p., c., 88., r. f., 1b. Poo Boy, 3b., 88., c. f., 2b, Sing Hi, c. 1. f., c f. Muxpoons. Budweiser, 1b. McGinness, 3h. Muldoon, 8 s. Finnegan, |. f. O’Dwyer, ¢. f. Jones, r. f. Lo Sing, 8. 8., ¢., p- Stein, 2b. Hoop La, r. f., 2b., 8 8. Brady, p, Foo Lish, c. f,, 1b. Hannigan, c. No Gow, | f., ¢., 2b. That was not exactly the way it read, but it was the way it turned out in the end. Pete Budweiser stepped up to the bat and was given three bad balls by Ab Jim, and no strikes against him. Then Wun [ ung went in to pitch right in the middle of the inning. He got one strike on Pete, and then gave him his fourth ball. After that Jin Sling’pitehed, and when sweet Willie McGinness with his tiny feet whacked the ball into Jin’s stomach, and Ah Jim failed to catch it at first, there were more changes. Lo Sing pitched and Sing Hi caught, when Muldoon came up smil- ing, while Ah Jim remained at first. Lo caught Muldoon a crack in the back with the first ball ie pitch- ed, and then ail the pigtails began to kick because the solid man wanted to take his base. ° Ah Jim now went in to pitch. Foo Lish went to first, and the others played wherever it was most convenient. Then Finnegan walked up, and although he had a crooked nose, he managed to see the ball so well that he sent it clean up into the sky over center field. bd By rights, somebody ought to have caught that ball, Everybody wanted it, and that was the trouble. Half a dozen of them met in a lump. : Down they went like a house of cards, the ball rolling away, 7 o
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MULDOON’S BASE BALL CLUB IN BOSTON. 7 The bases were cleared, and Finnegan got home before it was ’ finally picked up. Then Wun Lung pegged it at Dan Jones who was on the coaching line at third, and took him in the ribs, “Hi-ya, you fout!” he yelled, gleefully. ‘« What you doing, you lulp ob opiub?” growled Dan. pud a bad oud whed he hasd’t beed to the bad.” You gittee hittee, you lout,” persisted Lung. “*Onee lout,” chattered Sing Hi. **Battee up, play ballee.” Weil, it was as funny as a circus. Those heathens played all over the field and changed positions at will. ? The batteries would be changed three or four times while one man was at the bat, and theother changes knocked a kaleidoscope silly in the variety of combinations they were capable of making. Muldoon’s men got sixteen runs in the first inning, and they near- ly died of laughing besides, . Budweiser was at the bat three times, and the last time he ran so hard that he fell over Jim Sling and got tripped up, while Wun Lung grabbed the bail, jumped on first and put Peter out. Weil, then came the turn of the Orientals at the bat. Muldoou played shortstop, but if he had known what was coming he would have played any thing else first. Ah Jim took off his shirt, or blouse, or jacket or whatever else he called it, seized a short bat and waddled up to the plate with a smile “ You cad’t - that wouid have melted brass, He was a jim dandy, he was. Joe Brady, the lightning twirler, sent in one of his prettiest curve balls that split the plate right in two. “One strike” called the umpire. Then Ah Jim kicked. ** Me no stlikee,” he warbled. sklin.” “Go on, ye hathins,” said Muldoon, ‘‘ There’s wan strike an yez.” Then Joe twisted himself into a knot, as though he were doing a contortion act, and sunt in another one. ‘Two strikee!” ; «You go blazee, me né stlikee lilly bit,” growled Ah Jim: ¢ Paix, thim Chinaysers don’t know the forst thing about ball play- ing,” remarked Muldoon. The next bail that came along was caught on the end of Jim’s bat and sent spinning. He let the thing fly, took Hannigan in the bird cage and booked it for first. He got there, and then Wun Lung; came up with a smile as broad as Jim’s. He wasn’t quite as bad a kicker, but he was bad enough. Jim stole second, and then Wun began to yell before any one else had a chance. 3 ‘‘Him safee, me tellee you, no givee, you big skinnee.” “Shut up, yer moon-face, and go saw wood,” cried Muldoon. Then Wun got a crack at the ball, and rushed to first so furiously that Budweiser was clean upset. ‘Me safee!” he chirped. ‘ Why you no lun, Jim, lun, lun.” s¢ Close that tay-chist ay a mouth av yours, Yaller,” said Muldoon. He was rapidly getting himself disliked, by the way. Those Chinamen had it in for him ifthe had only known it. Jin Sling was the next man to face the terrible Joseph. He was up to snuff, if he was only a heathen. He managed to get himself hit, and waddled to first. «The next wan that does that Joe, kill ’em,” sang out the captain. The ihe man was Poo Boy, enone he thought himseif a pretty good one. © The bases were full and a good hit would send in one man and per- haps all. That celestial meant to do wonders. He whacked at the very first ball he got. He hit it, too, but it fell’in the pot. Muldoon caught it as nice as you please. ** Out, ye sucker!” he yelled. That was the last load on the camel’s back. Thoso heathens had been piling up things against Muldoon for some time. “Me no movee batteo, dlat a big They had lost four runs, they had been insulted and Muldoon had put their man out. That settled it. They all went for Muldoon. The three men on bases, the one at the bat and those on the bench made a bee line for him. Before he knew what was up, he was down. Ah Jim, Wun Lung, Foo Lish, No Gow, Jin Sling, piled themselves on top of him, Then there was a picnic. They bit. : They scratched. Likewise they pinched. Between times they gouged. Now and then they got a kick. It was bully fun for them. Muldoon had other notions. He yelled for help with all his lungs. It speedily came, and the Chinamen were bounced. But what a looking sight poor Muldoon was! His uniform was torn to threads. His dexter eye was closed, and his sinister wanted to follow suit, He looked as if he had been wrestling with a threshing machine. And all for making a few sarcastic remarks. : The Chinamen dusted, and the crowd went with them. “‘ The game is ours,” said Muldoon; ‘ but av iver I play wid anny but white min agin yez can call me a chump.” “Dere was. dot gate money, mein freund,” said Ikey Stein. hellup me, we don’t got left on dot.” in Ikey had an eye to business every time. However, there wasn’t any gate money. The crowd had been let in for nothing. Not a penny had been taken in and so not a penny would be divided. Muldoon learned all this when he came to investigate the matter. dt was all a huge joke. The grounds belonged toa club of young fellows who were not using them that day and they had picked up the Chinamen from various laundries, given them a few, a very few lessons, and had them arranged to play a game, Roger was in it, having made the acquaintance of the young fel-- lows at the hotel. He was in anything that promised fun and a snap on his father. He had not intended that Muldoon should get it so rough, however. At any rate, a bottle or so of arnica- and a few plasters wouid fix him all right, and it was a good snap as it stood. Muldoon rather tumbled to the fact that somebody had sold him. ‘«Some sucker med a fool av me, byes,” he remarked, ‘but I'll find him out, and whin I do, he’ll wish some other mule had kicked him instead av me, be heayens!” and all the rest ce So CHAPTER IY. Muxpoon and his'men had not been long in Boston before they be- came famous. ; They had ehallenges from all over and from all sorts of clubs, One day they received an offer to play from the Brookline Beauties, who were reputed to be tip top players. ‘s They must be a fot av dudes,” said Muldoon. over, so it will.” «They may be coons or Chinamen, pop,” said Roger. ‘‘ Well, thin, I’ll not play thim.” ‘‘Hadn’t you better go out and see them practice before you take up the challenge, dad?” ‘‘Faix, I think I will. I don’t want to be sold again.” “« You may be, though, whether you want to be or not,” thought the young skylarker, Well, Muldoon, with Budweiser, Sweet William McGinnis, Dan Jones “Tell be a walk- Ikey Stein and Roger took a car out to Brookline and went in search of the ground occupied by the Beauties. . They wandered all over the suburb, and found nobody who appeared to know where it was. <‘ Paix, [ don’t believe there’s anny such club,” remarked McGin- ness, ‘and it’s only a guy an us.”
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ES) MULDOON'S BASH BALL CLUB IN* BOSTON. eaaaaaaaaasasaaassssssssssssssssSsSsSssssSsSsSsSsSsSsSsSsSsSsSsSsSSSSSsssSSSssSSsSsSsS9SsSsSsSsSsSsSsSsSsSsSsS$SsSsSsSsSSS Sn “They bust have a ground sobewhere, Buldood,” said Dan Jones, 4* or they wooded sed a challedge.” They were at the further end of the town by this time, and Roger espied some youngsters sitting on top of a high fenre in the distance. Occasionally a yell was heard, and once a ball was seen to go up in the air. “That must be it, pop,” declared the young fellow. ‘‘Faix, we can but ask annyhow, me bye.” ‘« Pst, Muldoon!” said Ikey. ‘‘ Well, phwat is it?” : “J vonder off dey vill allow us car-fare und de loss off our, time in getting out here?” ‘You're always thigeig of buddy, Steid,” said Jones. dover get tired of it?” ‘ ‘Tired of money?” warbled Ikey, waving his hands behind. ‘his ears. ‘* Ach, Simon und Moses, yust hear de man!” ‘‘He nefer was got enough to made himself tired mit kerrying it aroundt once,” said Budweiser. The gang presently reached the fence where the boys were roosting. Roger was the spokesman, and said: «Say, bub, what ball ground is this?” The youth whom he addressed was a true Bostonian. ‘Bee pardon?” he answered, inguiringly. ‘I was .so engrossed with the scene transpiring within the inclosure as not to catch the drift of your remarks, although I was distantly aware that you had propounded some interrogation to me.” Roger nearly had a chill after that. ‘‘Great guns! It’s a talking-machine, and I thought it was a boy!” he exclaimed. ‘¢ Who are them ducks playing ball on the other side ay the fence, Redney?” Muldoon asked of another youth not so learned. “‘T donno who dey are, a lot o’ fakirs, I guess.” ‘And who owns the grounds?” “Ah, don’t ye know?” “ Av I did I wud not have required the information off yez,” said Muldoon, sternly. “Why, it’s de Twilights, de champanes 0’ Brookline. Hd ' And ure they playin’ at prisent?” “Naw.” , There was no end of ates expressed in that negation. Roger now put his eye to a knothole and peeked in. *¢ Well, I never,!” he exclaimed. ‘¢¥e niver what?” asked Muldoon. SS +s What sort of a nine do you suppose that is in there ‘¢Chinaysers?” . be No.” ** Coons?” ‘Guess again.” ‘s Zulus?” “s Nix,” ‘* Hottentois?” “Wrong.” ‘‘Injins, be heavens?” — 3 “Try it over.” _ **Deaf and dumb min?” “Call again, pop.” “ Blind min?” ‘“Not this trip.” Wan legged min?” ‘¢Once more.” “Paix thin 1 give it up.” “They're not men at all, Governor.” ‘* Byes?” *¢ Never.” : ‘«Thin I give it up.” - «Stick your eye and ear to this knot hole, pop.” Muldoon did as requested. It was just his luck. ~ Whack! So A ball situck the fence just above where his eye was at that precise moment. Roger could not hoe arranged it better himself. On this occasion Roger was innocent, however. “Dod’t you 4 ‘*Howly shmoke! I’m hit wid a cannon ball!” yelled Muldoon jumping back. Meanwhile Budweiser, Ikey Stein, Dan Jones and McGinness had been looking for knot holes in the fence. They each found one simultaneously. Then they. all had something to say. «Mine gott, dot. vas a yowman’s club, ain’t it?” ‘« Gooddess be, if they aid’t wobed, sure’s you're bord.” “ Ach! vy vasn’t I had a stock off bustles and corsets, mit me? I make a big sale, so heliup me.” ‘Howly poker, would yez look at the girruls playing ball.” +¢Py shimminies, dey ought to been ashamed off meinselluf once.” ‘Oh, Moses, let me get closer. Dot pitcher was a’ Chewess und “she was a dandy. I vonder off dose are real diamonts?” «“Phwat’s that yez say?” cried Muldoon. A faymale base ball club.” “That’s what it is, pop.” ‘Paix, that must be a curiosity. How do they howld their bats?” “Flow do you expect?” : ‘‘ Like brooms or rollin’ pins, Vl bet a cint,” “Oh, they’re very tart, pop.” ‘‘Let’s go in and see thim. - I’ve a curiosity to know whether——” ‘¢ Maybe they’re the Beauties, pop.” ‘¢ Be Heavens, thin I decline to play wid thim. at faymale baseball players.” ‘Why so, pop?” ‘Paix, we'll have faymale cops and sojers nixt.” “ Well, why not?” “ Why not, is it?” ‘Yes. Women would make good soldiers.” ‘Waix, I know pwhat yez are goin’ to suy.”” “What is it?” ‘That they are used to powdher and so ought to be good sojers.” ‘*No I wasn’t, pop.” ‘Thin ye wor goin’ to say that they are accustomed to bare arms.’ “No, I wasn’t.” “Thin phwy wud they make good sojers?” ‘Well, these particular girls would make good soldiers because you can never make them run.” ‘Hal Thin they must be foine ball players.” - By this time the party had reached the entrance to the grounds. They walked in and gazed at the game from the grand stand, It was called that for convenience, but there was nothing very grand ahout it. It would accommodate fifty people if you packed them close. e Moreover, the roof let in the sunshine and the rain, like the little old log cabin in the lane. The seats warbled likewise, and seemed inclined to break down. “Well, that was a dizzy lot of daisies playing ball. Every one of them chewed gum as if on a wager. They wore white suits with striped stockings, and looked yee a ballet troupe, they were so homely. The attitudes they got in would paralyze a jumping-jack. Their remarks were very queer, too. They all spoke in a high key, and all at once. ‘‘T won’t give that now, Sadie, and I think you’re a mean thing.” “ Guess I know how to play ball, you horrid girl.” . ‘Is it my strike? Oh, dear; my shoe is untied.” ‘Tf you hit me with that club, P’ll never speak to you again.’ “Tt’s your knock, you old gawk!” “You call mea gawk, and I’ll slap your face!” *¢ Oh, there’s a lot of men!” ‘What are those tarriers doing here, the mean things?” «Get on to the Sheeney! Only just look at his nose!” » “ But ain’t the little feller great? Just iook at him!” . * Ladies,” said AM elaNes ‘wud yez piease tell me the name av yer club?” “Oh, the guy. Just think, Clara, he doesn’t know us.” ‘¢ Where did he come from, anyhow, Susie?” ‘*Oh, he got out of his cage in the public gardens.” ‘Oh, the old gorilla wants to know who we are.” Muldoon was catching it all around, and no mistake. Then Roger opened his mouth, and asked: ‘Young Jadies, are you the Beauties, of Brookline?” — I dhraw the line |
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MULUVUUNS BASH BALL CLUB IN BOSION. ‘< Of course we are,” yelled all those girls. ‘« Paix, thin, the name is a misfit,’ grunted Muldoon, all ugly enough to t’row the cars off the track.” The solid man was getting back on those girls for the way they had treated him. *©Ob, you nasty thirg!” they all screamed. ‘Get out, you loafer!’’ said the captain, who kad red bangs and a big jaw. ‘‘ You ain’t any too good looking yourself.” ‘Well, yez don’t get us to play ball wid yez all the same,” returned Muldoon. ** You don’t know how to play ball, you Mick.” “Maybe not, but av I did, yez couldn’t hire me to play wid yees for a hundhred dollars a minyute. Come on, fellers.” Then the Muldoons left the grounds and the Beauties went on plays ing. ‘Ts this wan ay yer jokes, Roger?” asked Muldoon, when they were outside, “Not guilty, pop,” chuckled Roger. ‘Ihad no idea who the Beau- ties were till I saw them.” When Muldoon got back to Boston he found another challenge awaiting him. It was from the superintendert of a lunatic asylum, who offered to play a nine of the inmates of his institution against the Muldoons. Muldoon scoffed at the idea. “Play agin a lot av lunatics!” he exclaimed. ‘‘ Indade I won't.” ‘* Hivery tibe you put a bad oud,” said Jones, ‘‘ they ets wadt to burder you.” ““What’s der matter mit dem lunatics?” asked Ikey. a pudden mit dem. Dey was always off deir base.” **Go on, ye seller avy moth-eaten garments,” snorted Muldoon. ‘*Do yez think I wud play wid idjots?” The invitation to play ball was declined without thanks. - That wasn’t the only queer offers the Muldoons got. “The boss of a charity school wan’t them to give the institution a benefit, pay for the advertising, the money to the school fund. ‘“‘That’s phwat I call frozen, galvanized cheek,” remarked Muldoon ‘‘Waix, that feller must have a face on him that would make a chop- ping block.” ‘The next offer was from a dime museum on Washington street for the Muldoons to appear in full uniform sixteen times a day on the stage of the theatorium, with the privilege of selling their photographs ag a remuneration. “‘Begorry, av Boston is the cinther av cultivation,’ sneered Mul- doon, ‘‘I’d sooner be the circumference.” ‘Take it up,” whispered Ikey. ‘Dot was a shance to make more money und do nodding at all for it, so hellup me.” Ah, go chase the mot’s out av yer second-hand ulsters,” retorted Muldoon. ‘Just ibagide be od a dibe buseub stage sellic pigtures!” thickly enunciated Jones, whose cold seemed to lave grown worse. “For Heaven’s sake, go blow yer nose,’’ muttered Bory give me a pain in the back wid yer dialect.” **T cad’t hebb it, Buldood. stobbed it up.” “Then let it sthop yer mouth up, as well, begorry, and give us a rest. The worse Some men speak the more they want to, be heavens.” The next queer offer was from a nine of society dudes, who offered to play the Muldoons for a large monetary consideration, in order that the latter might obtain the entree to polite society during their stay in the Hub, . “Paix, that takes the cake,” replied Muldoon, when told of the offer. ‘‘ These fellers must think Boston is a place ay importance.” ‘Oh, they do, Pop,” said Roger. “Faix thin, I’ve been all over the hull globe, and I niver was in the ’ place till now, and the more I see of it the less I want to, begob. It’s nota patch on New York, “Don’t say that here, dad, or you'll be condemned never to look upon the Common.” ‘Well, it’s all common enough, and ay I don’t see annything bet- ‘ther nor this, V’ll shake the crooked ould town to-morry.” ‘« However, there was lots of sport and plenty of fun coming before : the Muldoons left Boston. +«Sure, ye’re ss We was got pay the opposing team and give all “Ver The east widd has got idto by dose ad CHAPTER Y. Ir was early in the evening, and Muldoon was enjoying himself after dinner. Roger was strolling about on the watch for fun. He soon foun. it. Three seedy-looking fellows came into the hotel, and looked around ag if searching for some one. That’s just what they were doing. They wore dirty collars and bogus diamonds, spring bottom trouser: * and rusty patent leathers, and lots of rings. : , % For all that they looked seedy. One of them walked up to the desk, and said; “Say, is dere a man named Muldoon stoppin’ nere?” ‘* Yes," said Roger. ‘‘ What do you want of him?’ ‘« Well, he’s got a date to fill down at de Hibernia Hall.” ‘« Oh, he has, eh?” ¢ “Yes, he has, he’s gotter wrastle with Samsuma, de Japanee, dis evening.”. Roger tumbled. The men were looking for Muldoon, the wrestler ana famous athlete. Roger saw a chance for a good racket. ‘« You're sure he’s got an engagement, are you?” he asked, .‘'ert’nly he has, and de tickets are all sold and dere’s a crowd waitin’ down dere now, and we've been lookin’ all over fur him.” ‘Then you don’t know him when you see him?” **No; but dere’s only one Muldoon, ain’t dere?” ‘That's all,” laughed Roger, ‘‘and pop thinks he’s that one.” ‘Well, is he staying here?” ‘‘Yes, but he’s very bashful and you may haye trouble in getting him to the hall.” ‘*Oh, we'll fix dat. Where is he?” ‘‘There he is; just crossing the hall.” The three sports went after Muldoon. Then Roger said to the hotel clerk: ‘Keep this thing up,” he said. ‘Bet your life. We can do it easy. ing.” ‘‘Did you expect him?” be Yes. ‘“«What’s the matter?” “Taken sick. We gota telegram from him.” ‘Then I’m glad I spoke up so quick. OUE A they wanted the governor first.” Meanwhile the sports had tackled Muldoon. “Say, your name's Muldoon, ain’t it?” “ Yig,” said Muldoon proudly. “Ye’re a big gun, ain't yer?” “Yer can take yer oath I am.” “De only Muldoon, ain't yer?” ‘© Vez have struck it, me fri’nd.” ‘Then that’s all right. Why didn't yez show up sooner?” ‘« Sure I had to lave me dinner, didn’t 1?” ‘¢ Well, come on now, the crowd’s waiting,” “Muldoon was somewhat puzzled. ‘What crowd?” he asked. ‘The crowd to see yer, of course.” i «To see me, is it?” | ‘‘ Ah, come on. Ye’re Muldoon, ain’t yer?” ** Mo be coorse.” ‘De heavy man!, You're solid, ain’t yer?” “ Ay coorse I am, I’m Muldoon the solid man. me. ” ‘Well, then, come on, der fellers is waiting for yer.” «Phwat fellers?”’ “er fellers at de hall, o’ course. Dey want tosee yer bad.” ‘« Sure, we can’t have anny game to-night. Phwat are yez pus ine about?” ‘* Ah, come on!” and the three fellows grabbed Muldoon and hasten | him ont into the street. Roger followed at a convenient distance. He did not mean to miss the fun. _ The sports hurried Muldoon away, and it was not till they at gome distance that he was able to Speak. ; i ‘* Hould an, byes, yez must be making some. mistake,” Tie other Muldoon isn’t come Rt Iverybody knows 1
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10 MULDOON’S BASE BALL CLUB IN BOSTON. Od No, we ain’t. You're Muldoon, ain't yer?” The latter expression was forced out of him by a sudden Collision ‘* Yis, Muldoon, the great ball player.” = - between the top of his head and the side of the hearse. *« Muldoon der wrastler, yer mean.” There was no use in yelling for assistance. 4‘ But I don’t mean it.” , Nobody wouid have heard him if he had. «¢ Ah, go on!” Over the stones, bumpetty-bump, at breakneck speed went the 4* We know you!” hearse in its mad vareer. } **Ton’t be scared!” It rocked to and fro like a ship in a storm, and rattled worse than a “‘ But ’m not a wrestler, and [’ll not go wid yez.” loose sash in a gale. 4‘ Why won’t yer?” Muldoon was certain that he would be all black and blue before he «« Bekase I don’t kiiow the forst thing about wrestling.” gct out. “Yes, yer do.” “‘Phwat ails thim chumps to gay that I’m Muldoon the wrestler, *« We know yer.” whin I declared I wor not?” ‘‘ That’s only a fake.” 1 There was nobody to answer the conundrum for the unfortunate «« And I don’t care to have me neck bruck. Il not go wid yez.” man. \ Here was a dilemma. | Bang! What was to be done?’ Bang! Roger came to the rescue. Thump! \ He pulled one of the sports by the sleeve and took him aside. The hearse suddenly gave a terrible lurch as it struck a stone. ‘You'll have to get a hack,” he suggested. Muldoon was chucked up as if in a blanket. *¢ Allright; go and get it, We'll stand de expense.” He tried to spring to hus feet. pecllrightny Wale HO He succeeded, as the hearse suddenly stopped. Then Roger ran off in chase of a hack. Rip-split! He didn’t get it. : Crash! He did getisomething better, however. 4 Out went his head through the top of the affair. That was.a hearse: » Sudden appearance of Muldoon. It was a dilapidated old affair that he found in a stable-yard. “ Howld on, ye vilyans?” he yelled. ‘I’ve had all ay this koind av It was the very thing for a snap, though. riding I want, Hoenenvengl! ( He lost no time in having two horses hitched up. The people in the street were amazed. Then he hustied back to where he had left the sports. : “Qh, murder! The corpse is alive?” Muldoon was still trying to convince them that he was not the “Look at the dead gorriila in the hearse!” athlete. ‘‘Sure it’s a bad sign to see that.” It didn’t work. “Get up!” yelled the driver. ‘ They wouldn’t take no for an answer. The horses obeyed the order. They all adjourned to a beer parlor to discuss the matter. That threw Muldoon off. his feet, \ ‘The more beer the sports took, the more obstinate they got. Then he was in the pillory, as it were, suspended by his head Muldoon did likewise, and refused to accompany them. Habe. i ; Then Roger arrived with the hearse. s P re He whispered to one of the crowd, and said: The way he kicked was something astonishing. «Bundle him in and lock him in. He'll be quiet enough then.” sega “Come on,” said the sport. Crash! Rattle! a. “Til not do it,” said Muldoon. Then the argument was resumed. However, it was one against three. The greater number prevailed over the lesser. Muldoon was lifted up, hustled out and bundled into the hearse. “ Howld an, howld an, ye murdhering vilyans!” he yelled, ‘I’m not going to me funeral yet.” “Shut up!” growled the sports. He was shut up for a fact.’ The door was banged upon him in a jiffy Then it was fastened with a big padlock. Then away dashed the horses. He kicked all the glass out of one side to start with. Then he kicked holes in the other side. Bump! y Jump! ' The hearse suddenly came to a pause again. — One of the wheels had struck the curb. Then the whole business above the axles went to smash. Muldoon was fired out bodily in the midst of the debris. “¢T wondher av I’m all here,” he remarked ag he got up. “That's all right,” said one of the sports. ‘‘ We’re to the place now.” «The cimetery?” asked Muldoon eagerly. i=] Rattlety-bang! Bumpetty-bump! “No, ’o course not. De hall where de show is. Paddy Rafferty Thumpetty-thum»! and Moloney’s mouse are havin’ a set to, and you and de Japanee Poor Muldoon thought he would be shaken to pieces. come next.” ‘No, I’m blowed av I do,” muttered Muldoon. — The streets through which he went were none of the best. Then he tried to run. The payements had been put down just as it happened. And as for springs, the hearse was not liberally appointed in that Tt didn’t work. fine. ; ; A copper collared him. Tt was an old affair, and had not been used in years. ‘Here you, move on,” he said, ‘and don’t be drawing a crowd.” It was more like a ruttle trap than anything else. “Dat’s all right, Jim,” said one of the sports. ‘‘ Dat’s Muldoon, de — Well, Muldoon had a picnic of it and no mistake, wrastler.” What with bad roads and the lack of springs, the speed at which he The copper let go of Muldoon in a jiffy. " was driven and the general shakiness of the vehicle, he had a rough The sports grabbed him, and hustled him down a back street to the time of it. side entrance of the hall. He was bounced this way and that, rolled over, spun around, tossed Here a sparring*match was progressing on a small stage. about and shaken up generally. The hall was packed with a dense mass of men and boys, and was ‘¢ Be heavens, I niver thot I wud ride in a hearse till afther I wor | as hot as Tophet. dead,” de remarked. Muldoon was hustled up-stairs, and one of the sports said to the Bump! ~ A master of ceremonies: “And begorry, I won’t doit thin, av this is the way I'll be threated.” ‘« We've got him, but he gave us lots o’ trouble.” Bang! Allright. J’ll announce him.” “Til be cremated forst, be heavens. Oh, the deuce!” LARS Then he stepped to the front, and remarked:
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MULDOON’S BASE BALL GOLUB IN BOSTON. | 11 “De next ting on de bill, gents, is de appearance ob de celebrated wrestier, Mr. William Muldoon, champion of——” “ Ye’re a loiar, so ye are!” cried Muldoon, breaking away from the sports who had been holding him and dashing upon the stage. *« Get out o’ here, yer chump!” growled the manager. “‘Tll be glad to, faix, but {want to explain, Iam Terrence Mul- doon, the great ball player, and not Muldoon, the wrestler at all.” ‘¢ Slug the sucker!” “ Wire the tarrier out!” “Ts a skin!” ** Muldoon ain’t in town!” “ Kill the beat!” Thav’s what the crowd said. Things luoked squally for the solid man. The three sports were yery mad, “Why dian’t yer tell us yer wasn’t the man?” they demanded, an- erily. ‘ So I did. ‘ Ye’re a liar, ye didn’t.” That was something Muldoon would never stand. You could call him anything elge you liked but not that. He jumped for the offending sport in a jifly. Biflt Spat! Whack! If he wasn’t a wrestler he knew how to handle his fives. That sport was sorry he had spoken. Tt was unlucky for Muldoon, however, that attack.. The other sports came to the assistance of their comrade. The crowd nearest to the stage also wanted to take a hand in the racket. A dozen of them leaped Enon the stage. “Kill him!” ‘Chuck him out the winder!” * Walk over him!” ‘*Give us our money back?” | *Slugethe Mick!” 0 **Pull his tail out, the old HE ‘Punch his head!” ’ Hach and all of these injunctions would have been obeyed if Mul- ,doon had remained on the stage. He had ho desire to furnish fun for the boys in that line, however. _ Consequently he got out, and pretty sudden. Some of the gang chased him down-stairs. They were the friends of the fellow he had struck. They were looking for revenge. They thought they were sure to get it ont of Muldoon. Down-stairs he dashed, four steps at a tine. The mob of toughs nearly fell on top of him. He hurried into the street and looked hurriedly around. ‘Be heavens, I don’t know which way to turn,” he muttered. “This way, pop,” said Roger, who suddenly appeared. Muldoon never stopped to ask the young fellow how he came to be there, but put himself in his charge at once. He did not even think that perhaps Roger might have been the cause of all his trouble that evening. ‘«This way, pop!” cried Roger, grabbing hold of him. ‘ Then-the young joker hustled his dad away a5 th toughs came rush- ing out of the hall. Down the street dashed Muldoon and Roger, the toughs in pursuit. ‘«Oh, be heavens, I can’t run another step!” gasped Muldoon. ‘I’m all played out!” ‘Hurry up, dad. They’ll half kill you if they catch you.” «Well, I’m half dead now.” «Come on,” and Roger yanked him along at a lively pace. The crowd was still in pursuit, however. It was likewise ircreasing in size. , Some one said this and some one said that, and all sorts of things were imagined of poor Muldoon. Tt got around that he had killed a inan, that he was a kidnapper, a burglar, an ese>ped lunatic and the dickens only knows what. Consequently, if that mob once got hold of him he would have a first-class circus all of his own. CHAPTER VY. THE mob was after Muldoon, yelling like mad. Roger enjoyed the fun, and made Muldoon think that he was in dauger of his life. He might possibly be in danger of getting a thumping, but that was all. ; However, it was fun to Roger to make him think he was about to be murdered. “This way, pop!” he suddenly cried. : Then he whisked sround a corner and dove right + into a Chinese, wash-house. ‘‘Oh, murther, it’s thim Chinaysers,” gasped Muldoon. Indeed, there were Ah Jim and Wun Lung right in fron of him. At first they looked very bellicose. Ah Jim grabbed a wash board, Wun Lung seized a flat iron. Things looked bad for Muldoon. Roger smoothed them over, however. He said something to Jim in his private ear. A broad smile diffused itself over that Celestial’s moon face. ‘C All lite, me fixee,” he said. ‘‘ You comee dis way.” Roger stood against the door, and said something to Wun Lung. ‘‘Bellee funny, makee Chinee outee Iishman,” he remarked. That was what Ah Jim was doing. Roger had promised him two silver dollars if he would do it. Ah Jim did not harbor malice when he had a chance to make two piasters. He was a little bit down on Muldoon, to be sure, The jingle of the two cases in his yellow claw, however, took away all his ‘animosity. Well, the crowd was howling and yelling just outside. ‘ Somebody had seen Muldoon go into the jaundry. | He had told the rest, and the mob thought they had Muldoon cold. They did not dare to molest the laundrymen, for that meant arrest. They would wait for Muldoon, however. ‘Come out here, you sucker.” ‘*Come out till we break your jaw!” ‘Yer a scared to come out.” *¢Go in and fetch him out.” ” “Speak to them, Lung,” said Roger. ‘ All lite,” said Jim from an inner room. Then Roger stepped aside so as not to be seen. é Wun Lung went to the dvor, opened it and asked: “ What do want? Go alay flom here.” ‘‘We want the Irishman, that’s what we want!” ‘‘No Ilishman in; me goodee Chinaman.” ‘““Ah! we saw him goin there,” — ‘No, you nevee. No Ilishman in shoppee.” ‘‘We say there is, and we want him.” ** All lite; you lookee.” Then Wun Lung stepped aside and let in half a dozen of the crowd. There were two Chinamen at, work in the rear. One was Ah Jim, polishing collars. The other was Muldoon, washing shirts, Muldoon a Chinaman! Well, he looked like one. Ah Jim had put a blouse and a pair of baggy breeches on him, and had affixed a pig-tail to his head. The latter was arranged easily enough. Chinamen have a way of wearing false hair as well as other folks. They often have a long queue fastened to a skull cap, which they then stick upon their heads. ‘After that they can take as good care of their hair as any society belle who hangs her golden tresses on a peg every night. Muldoon’s head! was ornamented with this sort of business. He looked just like a Chinaman as he bent over the washtub. He didn’t raise his head yery much, and that jwas where he was safe. : The fellows in pursuit of him looked very blank. They never tumbled to him in that guise. Muldoon even spvke Chingse, to further rattle them. “Pst sing ogoway, hallico ballico washee washee gin sling.” Ah Jim answered him in real tea-chest Mongolian. — 1
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ee) MULDOON’S BASE’ BALL CLUB IN BOSTON, Allamagoozleum, bing bang, wong bong ogawolla. That was what Muldoon said in reply. « Whattee matter widee you?” asked Jim. ‘ No gottee ishman, you lookee,” said Lung. “Chin chin, chop chop, Weehawken,” remarked Muldoon, splash- ing the suds. «Ah, come on, he ain’t here,” said one. ‘*He’s got out the back way, I guess.” »‘* He went in here anyhow.” ele _—————— ‘‘Fixed up like a Chinee, washing dirty clothes.” The copper felt that here was a chance to distinguish himself, ‘Pll bring him out,” he remarked. Then he dashed into the wash-house followed by the mob. When Muldoon saw him be dusted. ut “Be heavens | wor not born to be arrested be anny Boston cep- per,” he remarked, His dialect gave him away that time. He got away, however, notwithstanding. Over the fence “« Well, he ain’t here now.” «We'll slug him when we do find him,” **No gottee Ilishman, me tellee you,” said Ab Jim, » fattled.” : ! Then the crowd went out, _ Roger was waiting for them. hs He had skipped out at the back and gone around to the front through an alley. f This way, fellers,” he whispered. ‘I'll show you where that Mick is.” i 5 _‘* Where is he?” = ~ “In the laundry, washing at the tub.” . ‘Ah, get out, that’s a Chinee.” “«*No, it uin’t—it's a Mick.” “You gettee “What are you giving us?” Pe a “Nothing. TI saw thein fix him up to look like a heathen.” «Well, we'll get him out of that.” } N se Just then a Boston copper came up. He had not made an arrest in a week. Consequedtly he was looking for a job. ‘What's all this noise about?” he demanded. ‘‘Ohild stealer in the laundry.” ‘Feller killed 2 man and went in here.” went Muldoon, the copper after him. One or two of the crowd followed, but the rest got left. Muldoon felt considerable pride in being able to get away from a Boston policeman, i _down tables, and raising Cain generally. ee He didn’t, not with standing, but with running, however. Out of that wash-house he flew like lightning. rs Through the rear door and over a back fence he skipped with agility. } : | The crowd went chasing after him. Through the laundry they swarmed, upsetting wash tubs; knocking Over the fence went Muldoon, the copper after him. One or two of the crowd followed, but the rest got: left. They took offense a‘ the fence and declined to scale it. Muldoon felt considerable pride in being able to get away from a Boston policeman, Ne wi Hin nhoeatih Once over the fence he dashed across a court-yard, down a little alley, and out into the street. ne He found himself among a lot of street Arabs, They took him for a Chinaman. of course. Here was a dandy chance to have fun. What gamin could resist such a temptation? “Hi, Nibbsy, get onto de Chinee.” ea lary ‘Ching, Ching, Chinaman, bow-wow-wow.” ieasieme aeh “Rats, rats, old dead cats.” ae aay Hi Ss eat “Catch onto me ringin’ de bell, Petey,” said Nibbsey. Then he grabbed Muldoon’s pig-tail and gave it a yank. It did not come off as Muldcon had expected. gest
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~MULDOON'S BASE BALL CLUB IN BOSTON. : ies Ah, Jim, had filled the inside of the skull cap with cobbler’s wax. He held on for all he was worth. : Roger had suggested this idea for a lark. ‘ That helped matters in regard to the scalping act. Jim had readily caugit on to the snap. . Then he jumped up, rubbed his head, and remarked: The cap caught on to Muldoon’s head likewise. j ‘“‘Faix, this is a purty plight for a respectable citizen, and the cap- It stuck to him like wax, very naturally. Therefore when that Arab | tain av a famous baseball team. Sure, I hope the newspapers won't yanked at the pig-tail Muldoon felt the tug. get hould ay it.” “Tet go, ye young divil!” he yelled in pain. There was something else to thing of first, however. ‘Oh, get onto the Irish Chinaman!” cried the hoodlnm, giving the The boys had dusted as soon as they saw the Chinaman’s pigtail queue another pull. had come off. oe = i | | | LU ct FTA Mi HH TTT TT ht a =U | : i i ma i A i So _—, rf B pall i !) SS ! vt \ Then two of his chums got onto it and pulled with him. — They might return,-however, and make it unpleasant for him. Down went Muldoon on his back. : “The deuce take thim petticoats anyhow,” muttered Muldoon. Then those naughty boys took hold and raced him down the street. | .‘‘ Phwat sort av a costchume is that for a dacint man?” Tt was dandy fun for them, but not for Muldoon. ¢ Then he proceeded to get out of his togs. He yelled as if all'the fiends in Tophet were prodding him with That left him in his shirt, vest and trousers. i pitchforks. ‘ ‘There, be heavens, I’ll get rid av yez for good and all,” he re- “Tet up on that, yez youne marauders!” he howled. ‘Yez are marked, as he rolled the heathen togs into a bundle and chucked them pullin’ me head aff, begorry!” ; in the gutter. ‘ea Sarit ' The boys did not mind that any. Then he set out to find his way back to the hotel. ~ It didn’t hurt them a cent’s worth. Bre That was considerable of a job, considering that he had no- idea ; ‘The more Muldoon howled the better they liked it. where he was. sig _ “F-hi! dis is bully fun!” “Keep her a-boilin’, fellers!” He had not been around'Boston enough to find his way about very i well, and he was now in one of the crookedest as well as the toughest Here's de Chinese Mick, boys!” parts of the whole city. ernie (ea 9! ~ Keep him a running!” prod gts He wandered about aimlessly for a time, without seeming able to - If Muldoon could have got on his feet murder would have been | get anywhere, and then he suddenly remembered something. = ie ‘done, then and there. . ie J : “‘Oh, murdher! Phwat a chump I wor to be surel Ita Saree ry i - However, even cobblers’ wax can’t stand too great a strain. The cause of his annoyance was apparent from his next words. _ ‘The queue, skull-cap and all suddenly came off, and part of Mul-| ‘I'll be blamed ay I ha ven’t left me coat wid all me money in it in doon’s hair with it. CES is | the wash house.” : ay Rae pats Down tumbled the boys allin a heap, arms, legs and heads very much | That was a calamity, sure enough. mixed UDNi ene tet ym cere nb reels ala apace _ Muldoon had managed to seize a lamppost as he was being dragged ad the place agin, and av I dc
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14 MULDOON’S BASH BALL CLUB IN BOSTON. Tf he had a coat, even with no money in it, he would have been thankful. He presently struck a half-way Gecent street where there were many promenaders. Being without a coat or hat, he naturally attracted attention. It was not so hot that he could dispense with these useful articles. | That's what made it seem queer. People looked at him as if they thought him crazy, and got on: of his way. Presently, he met a policeman, not the same one he had had the fuss with. The copper looked at him, slapped him on the shoulder, and said: “‘T know you. Come with me.” ‘You know me, hey? Well, thin, mete yez will tell me phwere Young’s hotel is.” ‘°H’m, you don’t want to go to Young’s, I guess. be’ *¢ Phwat’s the raison I don’t? I’m shtoppin’ there at prisint.” «Guess you mean Charlestown Prison, don’t you?” *“T donot. Take yer fisht off me showldher, ye starched up mon- key. » “You want to come with me, I tell you. You're an old customer, you are.” “Oh, Iam, hey?” laughed Muldoon, position, do yez?” ‘*No danger of that.” «Well, yez will ay yez arrest me, Do yez know who I am?” “Yes, you're Billy Higgins, the burglar. I know you well.” «* Yez are a loir thin, for I’m Terrence Muldoon, the ball player, and I can catch all: around Mike Kelly or Charley Bennett, or anny ay thim fellers.” *T guess not,” laughed the copper. you’re not him.” *¢ All right, me knowin’ lad; av yez know so much take me to the ' station and see phwat they'll tell yez.” _ “How do I know that you are Muldoon?” asked the cop. He was beginning to think that he might have made a mistake. **T haveme name on me shurt,” said Mulaoon, ‘I’ve lost me pocket- book or I’d give yez me card.” ‘¢ Where do you want to go, Mr. Muldoon?” asked the cop. **To Young’s Hotel, I tould you.” The copper gave Muldoon the proper directions, and our hero found his way back to the hotel, after an hour’s tramp, and entered the reading-room just in time to hear Roger finishing up the recitai of his father’s adventures up to the time he rushed out of the laundry. «<So, so,” me young buck,” he remarked, ‘‘ that wor a put-up job, wor it? Maybe it wor a ea job, too, me being taken for Muldoon the wrestler?” «‘ Partly yes, and partly mo: pop,” chuckled Roger. «‘ Thin av yez go back to tim Chinaysers, and bring me coat away, Yll forgive yez.” **‘T brought it with me, pop.” *‘Faix, thin, av yez hadn’t I’d have cut aff ver spindin’ money for a, month.” “‘ Well, pop, the fun I’ve had would be worth that.” ‘« Yez don’t want to lose your ‘‘T know Muldoon myself, and . CHAPTER VII. A pay or two after the last little racket on Muldoon, Roger came to him and said: ‘Pop, there’s a club up in Concord that has sent us a challenge.” «« And where is Corcord, me bye?” asked Muldoon. ‘‘Is it wan av the towns around here? **1t’s about twenty miles away, pop.” ‘“«Twinty miles. is it? Faix, that’s all I know av aan geography av the nebborhood.” «You'd better take the boys up there, pop.” *« Can we rin the cair up, do you think?” *<Tt wouldn’t be worth while, dad. It’s on the Fitehburg road, and you'd haye to change off.” *« And phwat sort ay clab is it up at Concord?” “One of the very best stripe, pop,” said Roger with a samley smilie. ‘The wherefore of that smile will be seen later. ‘as Well, I don’t know why we can’t go.” “ey thought Me pouldy Pop, and i pent Mie word to Ses Pech, us.” ~ ; ‘« How long will it take us to go up there?” «Something over an hour by the express.” “« How far is the dippo?” ‘ At the foot of Haverhill street, on Causeway, pop.” ‘« And how far are the Concord grounds from the station?” “T don’t know, but the manager said he would meet us with car~ riages.” 3 ; ‘¢ Will he have a brass band wid him?” “J presume so, if I ask him.” “Do so, thin. Avy we go 8o far we ought to pit an more style.” “ Certainly.” - . ‘Well, let the byes know about it in toime, or they’ll be goin’ off to see Johnny Ward’s Brooklyn byes play wid Mike Kelley’s crowd,” ‘1 Jet them know, dad. We ought to start by two-thirty.”’ “All right; we'll go right afther lunch.” Roger posted the nine and they were all on hand at the station be- fore train time. They attracted considerable attention from the small boys in the street, for every one of them was known.” Your base-ball youngster always calls a player by his front name, as though he had been intimate with him all his life. “‘There’s Ikey Stein, the second baseman. Ain’t he got a nose?” “Yes, and get onto Jimmy Finnegan and his crooked bugle.” ‘‘That’s Dan Jones, the shortstop. Ain’t he a dandy?” “He can’t beat, Mul, though.” : “Oh, Mul’s a la-la, he is.” ‘‘ Who's the Dutchman?” “Dat’s Petey, dat is. Don’t yer know nothing?’ That was the way it went, and all the champions were recognized. It was a regular ovation for them. However, the train was made up and they took their seats, some in the smoker and some in the coaches, Roger circulated around and quite won the hearts of the Boston girls with his handsome face, neat figure, and pleasant manners. There wasn't one of those who saw him who did not want a lock from his curly head. As for Muldoon he was proud of the boy, and yet there were times when he greatly regretted that he was too big to spank. Well, the train got away at last, and all hands were anxious to see the country The Fitchburg road runs through a pleasant region, and the boys were quite delighted. At the various towns along the road, Somerville, Cambridge, Wal~ ‘than et cetera, the citizens turned out to see the train go by, and the Muldoons received a most flattering reception. When Concord was reached a number of carriages awaited the club, us Roger had said. “‘ Which is Mr. Muldoon?” asked a quiet-looking man dressed in a blue cloth suit with brass buttons. “tT have the honor to bear that proud name,” answered our cap- tain. “Tam the warden of the prison, a8 you may presume,” said the other. ‘*T am very glad to meet yez on the outside av the building,” said Muldoon. ‘Are yez going to see the game?” “Certainly. The boys would be cisappointed if I did not.” ‘Paix, he must be a favorite here,” thought Muldoon. ‘‘ Maybe the ‘ball players .have boarded with him at odd times, and that’s phy he takes an interest in thim.” The solid man was not aware how close he came to the truth. There was no brass band, but all hands were given seats in the car~ riages and all the town seemed to be on the street. to see them drive past. Atter a drive of medium length, Muldoon suddenly turned to the warden who sat in front of him and asked: ‘“‘ Phwat building is that, sor? Sure, it looks like a prison.” “That’s what it is.” _ “T’d be glad to go through it afther the game, av I have the toime.” ft “You can do so, certainly, for we will be right there.” Right there?” repeated the solid man. ‘* Certainly.” _ £*Oh, I see, the ball grounds are near the prison.” ‘Near it! Taey are ‘inside the walls.”
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- Hannigan. © MULDOON’S BASE BALL CLUB IN BOSTON. Muldoon looked astonished. The Warden observed this, and said: ‘¢You don’t mean to say that you don’t know that i have asked you to be kind enough to play with a nine organized by some of our short term men?” “Phwat!” casped Muldoon. ‘‘ Play wid convicts!” ‘Oh, they are not at all dangerous, my dear sir. They are not hardened criminals, but merely young men put in for minor offenses.” _ Muldoon was disposed to get mad. “ Be heavens, I’m played for a sucker all around,” he muttered. “Nagurs, Chinamen, ould maids and idjots, think Ihave nothing to do but play wid them, and now it is a nine of convicts,” He looked utterly disgusted, and the Warden was silent. Finally, however, the latter said with a smile: “‘T heard you praised for your benevolence, Mr. Muldoon, and I thought you would certainly do these poor fellows the kindness of giving them a little recreation. They enjoy playing vefy much, but do not often get a chance to play with outsiders.” Muldoon began to thaw out at this. ‘‘Raix, I know now what Roger meant whin he said yer nine wor players ay the forst style. Sure they’re all shtripes, I presume?” ‘‘ Yes, they are obliged to wear the prison uniform, although they have many liberties granted them.” *¢ All except the liberthy av goin’ out,” chuckled Muldoon, ‘« Well, they get that in time,” returned the warden. Muldoon’s features gradually relaxed, and at last he said: “‘T will be plain wid yez, sor, and conflss that if I had known phwere I wor expected to play I wud have politely, but firrumly de- cloined the invitation.” ** But now?’ «Well, I’m here now and the byes ’ll be disappinted av I don’t play wid thim. I'll have to intherview that son av Mrs. Muldoon’s, how- iver. He niver tould me a worrud about it, except that we wor to play in the town.” ‘‘Ah, he knew your kind heart after all, Mr. Muldoon, and knew that you would not refuse in the end.” ‘¢Begob, I think yez are an Irishman afther all,” langhed Muldoon. ‘*No, [aman American, and my father was the same, and his also.” ‘‘ Well, yez wouldn’t do discredit to the race, annyhow,” returned Muldoon, ‘‘and ay I wasn't an Irishman the next thing Id be is a Yankee just like ye.” When the carriages drove up to the prison gates, Ikey Stein was heard to exclaim: “Och, mein gracious, vat vas ve done? Off dot ain’t a prison, so hellup me.” “Hallo, Buldood, have you beed sedt ub?” called out Dan Jonas. ‘No, but ye will av yez don’t shut up.” _‘ Baix, I wondher if it’s a put up job an us not uo let us out again?” mused Finnegan. és ‘Hi, Muldoon, was dis anyding like your old summer house up der riter?” asked Budweiser, with a grunt. ‘Ye'll know betther when yez get inside,” said Muldoon. acquainted wid that part, and I wid the outside.” “Thad’s wud od you, Pedey,” laughed Dan Jones. you there.” * Yo're *«Buldood had The party went inside and were shown to dressing rooms where they put on their uniforms, and then adjourned to the prison yard where the game was to take place. The convict nine presently appeared, dressed in striped jackets and trousers and caps, a uniform very seldom worn by base ballists. J wonder off I could git der contract for making dem fellers’ base ball suits?” observed Ikey Stein. ‘I want to made some money off dis trip.” “‘They’re not such a bad looking set of fellers,” said Muldoon, ‘ bar- rin’ that taey do be paler than most min phwat play ball.” “ Begob, this is the queerest sort of place to play ball in,” said Willie McGinness. ‘‘ I niver hard of ball in a prison.” “JT have, often,” said Muldoon. ‘It’s quite a common game there.” . ! ‘¢ Base ball common in prison?” achoad OD RVver ‘No, not base ball, but chain and ball, ye gauk.” . ‘*T wonder if they let any of the tough wans out to see uz?” asked “ Phwat do yez think, Mul?” i ~ D> «Shut up, ye wind bag. ‘There’s no need ay hurtin’ the byes’ feel- in’s aven ay they are timpor’ly locked in.” Quite a number of the prisoners were ajlowed to sit on benches and take in the game, guards being stationed here and there to see that they did not talk to each other. ‘«There’s wan thing good about this game,” observed Muldoon. «The crowd can’t sass the umpire, you mean?” asked Roger. “No, nol that; they can’t give us lip the way some of the crowds do be doing.” There were no score cards, buf Muldoon and his men were intvo- ducéd to the prison nine, and it was not lon before the spectators knew who all the players were. The prisoners laid aside their jackets, appearing in gray shirts, and then the uniform was not such a bad one, and looked more like the the regulation affair. The members of the home team had names, of course, but these were not given, and instead the names of poets were used. For instance, Poe was short stop, Byron was second base, Burns was left field, Moore and Scott were tne battery, Keats covered third, and Bacon, Hood, and Shelley filled the other places. ‘That iver I should see Tom Moore pitching on a ball nine,” re- marked Muldoon. ‘‘ What’s the matter with Scott for catcher?” asked Roger. “ Well, I don’t think he catches an as well as Tom Moore, me bye.” ‘‘ Play ball!” said the umpire, a young fellow from town. The Muldoons went to the bat first and secured two runs, Duggan and O'Dwyer being the lucky ones. ', Then the Poets, as Muldoon called them, went in and played a , dan- dy game, collaring three rans—Hood Moore and Burns getting them. ‘Two for the Irish and wan for the Scotch,” remarked Muldoon. ‘‘The fairies are good to us as usual.” Well, the game was a pretty good one, and the Muldoons won it in the last inning, the score beiny close till the very end. i Then Roger got in a good one on Muldoon, but I'll tell you what it was in the next chapter. CHAPTER VIII. The game between the Poets and Muldoons was a tolerably long one. In fact it began to grow dark in the yard when the noe were pick- ing up their bats and balls. The Poets and spectators were marched off, and then the Muldoons went to get their duds. Muldoon was the last to leave, and then he could not t find his coat which he had thrown off while playing. ‘Have yez seen mo coat, Roger 2” he asked as, the latter was dis- appearing through a door at one side. “«In the hall, pop,” called back Roger. Muldoon looked around, hunted here and there, and finally found a jacket lying on a bench in a small room opening from the yard. f It was quite dark there and Muldoon did not notice anything pecu- iar about the coat when he put it on. Tt was a fit and that was all he thought about. -“T suppose this is the way out,” he muttered, hurrying along the hall without going outside again. Presently he reached a grated door on the other side of which stood a keeper. ‘Open the door,” said Muldoon, finding it locked. The man looked at him through the bars and gruuted: “‘Go back where you belong.” ‘‘Waix, that’s phwat I’m trying to do. Let me out.” : ‘Not till you’ve served your term,” growled the keeper. j Muldoon thought the fellow was guying him. ‘Come on now, none ay yer jokes,” he muttered. ‘I want to catch me thrain. I’m Muldoon.” ‘‘Oh, I know who you are,” was the answer. | ; é ‘«Thin cheese all jokes and let me out.” ~ ae “Not with that jacket, Mr. Ugly Bill, Stole a ball peyers pee didn’t you? The jacket gives you away.” It was lighter here, hy the way. Muldoon looked at the coat he had on. It was one of the kind worn by the prisoners. : ‘“‘That’s another wan av that boy’s thricks,” muttered Muldoon.
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Fi6 MULDOON’S BASE BALL CLUB IN _ BOSTON. “Go back there, Ugly Bill, and get in your cell, or I’ll report you,” mumbled the keeper. ' He was an obstinate sort of duck, anyhow. Once he got an idea in his head he held on to it. There wasn’t any joke in this so far as he was conzerned. He got the idea that Muldoon was'a prisoner trying to escape, and he stuck to it. Muldoon thought that the man was merely guying him, The keeper wasn’t doing anything of the sort. He was doing his duty, or supposed he was. “Go back?” he growled, ‘‘or I’ll report you to the warden.” « «Sind for him now, then,” returned Muldoon, ‘‘and he'll tell yez who I am.” It was no go. _ The fellow knew he was right and that settled it. “¢ You can’t get ‘out of here while I’m around,” he growled. «Thin sind some wan here phwat knows something.” Go back to the yard and get in your cell.” *«T will not, and I’ll have yez fired whin I see the boss.” **You won’t, eh?” The muzzle of a big revolver was shoved through the grating right in Muldoon’s face. j ‘«Come on, u0w; stop joking,” said our hero. The keeper now rang a gong, and two or three turnkeys came hurry- ing along the passage. “« Prisoner trying to escape,” said the keeper. ‘‘ Pat him in Number Eleven.” The guards grabbed Muldoon in a jifly. “Tt’s a lie?* he howled. ‘I wor not thrying to escape and I’m not a prisoner at all.” The men had their orders, however. Moreover, they intended to obey them. Muldoon was hustled away in short order. - He was bundled into a cell pretty sudden. “Then the door was shut upon him and locked. “Come back here!” howled the poor victim, as the guards went away. They didn’t come for all his calling. Then he howled some more, and he shook the grating. ‘* A joke’s a joke, but be heavens, this is pushing it too far,” he re- marked. Then he yelled some more, and made a frightful racket. A guard came along, stopped in front of his cell, and said: “Stop that noise in there, or I’ll put you in a dark cell.” “‘Yez will do nothing ay the sort,’’ returned Muldoon. mistake. I don’t belong here at all.” Yes, that’s what all you fellows gay,” and away went the guard. Muldoon howled after him, and presently another guard came up and told him to keep quiet. +« Let me out; yer sucker,” retorted Muldoon. « Shut up, f tell you.” Ws I will not. Go tell the warden I want to see him.” { ** Yow ll be sorry you did if he comes.” Then that guard also went away. Muldoon was in despair. ‘Paix, Iniver saw such a shtupid Jot av offissers,” he muttered. «‘ How the blazes did I get this coat anyhow? I wondher ay this is wan of Roger’s jokes?” That’s just what it was. ‘« Begob, av I foind that itis, I'll sind him home be the first train and keep him there all summer.” Then he took off the sive away jacket and chucked it on the floor. After that he did the yell act once more. ! or some time no attention was paid to him. He did not desist for all that, however. He kept up a constant howling for ten minutes. ee Then three or four guards came up. ; = _ ‘Say, are you going to shut ap that racket?” 4 ' **No, be heavens, not till I’m let out. . It’s all a joke, I tell yez. : Tm Muldoon, the captain ofthe ball players. Yez can see me shoot for yerselves.”” Beh the guards thought that apetls there ye have been a mis- “Ta all a 4 ‘‘ Well, that’s a good one.” ** Seems like home, does it, Mul?” ‘* You'll have to treat all around for that.” “Why didn’t you say so before?” ‘Ha, hal” The laughter of the guards grated naraiye on Muldoon’s ears. “‘Go an, ye laughing jackasses,” he said in scorn. ‘Yea haven’& the sinse ay a mouse.” ‘‘Ho, ho, ho! Good joke!” «Stop yer laughin’ an’ let me out, ye idjots!” “Can’t do it without orders, old man.” “Thin go for the warden.” ‘¢He’s gone to the train with the base-ball boys.” ‘* Thin let me out yersilf.” *Can’t do it.” And all hands laughed again. Then they went off so as to keep up the joke. They might have let him out hefore the warden came back, but they wanted to have more fun with him. Finally the warden appeured, and then Muldoon’s term expired. . The warden laughed, and said he was very sorry, but that did nok do Muldoon any good. - ‘‘ Have the byes all gon’?” he asked. ‘Yes. We missed you, but somebody said you had gone.” ‘*Whin was that?” ¢¢ When we were at supper.” ‘And did yez think I wud be so impolite as that?” ‘© Well, I did think it rather strange.” “‘T should say so, begorry.” Muldoon got into his street clothes, packed his uniform in his grip, and was about to say good-bye when the warden said: “Don’t, hurry away yet, Mr. Muldoon. You must have supper with me.” ; «Well, I don’t mind,” said Muldoon, ‘ay yez don’t give me prison fare.” The warden led the way through the prison to his own quarters. Here a fresh surprise awaited Muldoon. In the supper room was the whole gang, seated at the table. They all gave a howl when Muldoon appeared. ‘Hello, pop! did they let you out?” ‘«Thad’s wud od you, Buldood.” «Py shiminies, dot was a good shoke, ain’t it?” 4 ‘« That'll cost yez the woine for the crowd, Muldoon.” Then Muldoon knew that he had been roasted. When his incarceration had become known the gang just kept him there for the fun of it. His being put in a cell was a mistake on the part of the pig-head- ed. keeper. 3 His being kept there was a joke on the part of the warden. The fact was that he had invited the whole party to remain over night and make a tour of the prison the next day. i Muldoon did not find this out till his time was up. Then the laugh was on him, and all hands guyed him mercilessly. However, they all spent a very pleasant evening with the warden, and went to bed at the principal hotel in first-class spirits. The next day they went all over the prison and were very much in- - terested in all they saw. After that they went back to Boston where they were to play that afternoon with a local nine. ‘+ Well, I’ve been in prison, Bedalia,” said Muldoon, when he saw his wife, ‘‘and got out again, but av that bye Roger plays anny more av his snaps an me, he’ll get in and niver come out, be heavens.” | CHAPTER IX. ffavine played all his sohedialad games in Boston, Muldoon made up his mind to return to New York. ’ He had engagements in Philadelphia, Chicago, St. Louis and other places, and wanted to fill them. | ‘ve had enough avy Boston,” he COME “and now I’m ready to get out av it.” ‘Sure, I think Boston is a foine ninaa said Mrs. Muldoon. ‘So it is, to move away from,” said Muldoon. : - Ah, go on wid yer shes seule said the lady. ee ne shim?” arate eh a en
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MULDOON’S BASE BALL CLUB IN BOSTON. — 1 “That's Frinch for equinoctial remarks, so it is.” « Equilateral, yez mean. Yer hould on the dictionary is very slight, me dear.” Tt’s as tight as yours, annyhow. I mean just phwat I said.” ‘And I claim that yer expression was not correct.” “Well, yez know phwat I mean, anyhow.” “Yis, but I wouldn’t, av J didn’t know yez.” Just then Roger came in. ‘«T say, pop, when are you going to leave?” he asked. ‘Be a late thrain so as to get to New York in the mornin’, and thin go right an to Philadelphy.” * All right, I'll get you there.” Oh, yes, he would. That is, provided nothing happened, Much was likely to happen, however, when that boy was around. He could be depended upon to cut up all sorts of larks. Sometimes they were premeditated, and sometimes not. All the same, they were sure to show themselves. The Muldoons were to leave Boston at eleven o?clock. Muldoon thought he wonld take in a theater before Wh went away. As it happened, that suited Roger to a dot. Mrs. Muldoon did not go, for she had a headache and wanted to rest. Roger and Muldoon took in the show at the Globe and then started for their train. When they reached the station Roger suddenly said: «By the way, pop, I forgot to tell you that our car has been put on a side track down at the other end.” ‘All right, me bye, you show me the way and I’ll folly.” Roger did lead the way, much to Muldoon’s subsequent regret. He went between trains, under cars, over platforms and to the end of creation. " In this part of the yard it was dark and Muldoon could not see where he was going. “Here you are,” said Roger, suddenly, giving Muldoon a hoist. ‘*Sure this isn’t our car,” muttered Muldoon as he was shoved up the steps. “Yes, itis. Hurry up, she’s moving.” Muldoon was suddenly pushed forward in the darkness and a door was slamined behind him, Rattle-rattle! Ding-dong! Choo-choo-toot! 3 The train gave a sudden lurch, and Muldoon was thrown down. He did not fall upon any. velvet carpet. °* Tt was on the hard floor instead. ‘«Phwat’s this, annyhow?” he muttered. the kitchen or the pantry?” Then he got up and tried to pierce the darknees which surrounded him. “T wondher ay U’m in It was no fool of a job to keep his feet, to begin with. “‘Sure, ’m afeard Roger has med a mishtake in his hurry. Hallo, Roger, phwere are yez?” The rattling and banging of the car were all the sounds he heard. “Roger, I say!” he yelled. ‘* Where the blazes are yez?” This time he got an answer. : It was not such as he expected. . It was a cross between a growl and a roar, and sounded right alongside. “ Howly sailor, phwat wor that?” he gasped. The noise was repeated. “Be heavens, it sounds like some woild animal. ‘luck at that!” Two balls of fire suddenly appeared from the darkness. Then two more were seen, and the growling was repeated. Muldoon’s hair nearly lifted his hat from his head. ** Murdher and arson! I'm in a den av lions!” - Gr-rr-ow! Wow-ow-rr! * Oh, murdher, I’ll be aten alive!” It was certainly not a pleasing prospect. There were wild beasts in the car beyond a doubt. Whether they were loose or not was an open question. Oh, murdher! space bechune me and thim.’” i The balls of fire, which Muldoon now knew to he eyes certainly shifted their positions. P ‘* Be heavens, I’ve got in the Ste a cair ay a circus instead ay in me own private house on wheels,” he groaned. ‘ PhwavilI do annyhow?” He could hardly stand up now, from fear alone, Add to that the douncing and jolting of the car, and you can imag- ine the situation. ‘‘Howiver come I to make such a mistake? but bones in the morning.” The growling was kept up and the eyes seemed to glow brighter than ever. “Go an out ay that!” he muttered. ‘ Troth, I wish it wor daylight, and tbin I could see yez and maybe kape yez back wid the power ay me eye,” * : The power of the eye was an uncertain quantity just now. . The tigers and lions could see him, but Muldoon could not see them. “T wondher ay me pop is in me pocket. It niver is whin I want it, begorry. Oh, murdher!” A growl, sounding right in his ear, caused him to jump backward in a hurry. Then he lost his balance. Down he went on his back all in a heap. ‘‘T’undher an’ blazes, phwat’s the matter wid me?” The idea most prominent in his mind now was how to get out. He was certain that the lions were loose, or that they would be before long. Faix, Ill be nothing He knew that they were often transported in cages as big as cars, and he felt sure that this was one of them. : It might be divided into compartments, to be sure. Even in that event the partitions could be easily forced open. ‘‘Good glory! I believe wan ay thim is goin’ now!” he gasped, at hearing a sudden strange sound. He looked up and saw a pair of fiery eyes gazing into his own, ap- -parently not more than a foot away. “Ob, murdher!” His legs shook, his hair bristled, and the cold sweat ran off him in rivers. “¥aix, I'll be a corpse before I know it,” he gasped, Then he tried crawling away. He did not dare to trust himself on his feet. Now and then he heard a growl or two. They sounded further away than at first. He also missed those fiery eyes. This was a relief, certainly. ‘Be heavens, I breathe agin,” he muttered. His foot suddenly struck something which rattled, ‘Oh, glory, that’s the dure!” he cried. Then he jumped up, got banged around a bit, and then grabbed the knob. “Hurroo! Safe at last!” he seciatied: He turned the knob, and found that the door would open. You can bet that he lost no time in getting on the other side of it. The wind blew through his sluggers, and tke dust got in his eyes, but he didn’t mind that. They were trifles compared to the danger from which he had es- caped. He banged the door shut and stood against it. ‘Paix, I don’t care to have thim animals come out here and play circus wid me,’ he remarked. The trouble now was how to get to his own car, He was under the impression that their car was attached to the for- ward end of the train bearing his own. That’s where he missed it. He was on a freight train, The crew were in the caboose in tie rear, < A dozen or twenty cars separated him from them. However, not to know one’s danger isato be free from it, in a meas- ure, Muldoon had no idea of his position. His wits were at work, however, devising new schemes. ‘Paix, they might get at me aftker all the hastes. I must pit more :
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18 - MULDOON’S BASE BALL CLUB IN BOSTON. ee Sa sssaqqae=$=$@q$—$@PaaSSSSSSss ———————s SOS eee eee He could see that the car behind him was devoted to freight as well as-his own. ‘¢ There’s a dure in it, too,” he muttered, other invice av woild animals in it?” Watching his chance, he passed over and grabbed the knob of the door of the other car. It was evidently a baggage car, and nof a regular box affair with doors on the sides only. Muldoon turned the knob and gave the door a shove. He was more successfui than he cared for. The car gave a bounce just as he opened the door. Then he went flying, and sprawled out upon the floor like a huge crab, ‘Oh, murther! itll be killed eutirely: will before I got through,” he ejaculated. Then he managed to scramble tojhis feet, incidentally fetching up against trunks and’boxes and all sorts of truck. He finally balanced himself in a corner against some boxes. Here he drew breath and began to think over the situation. «I don’t see phwat I can do but stay here till we shtop at some sta- tion, and thin get out and foind me own cair. ‘The boggage do be piled up here so tight I can’t get through, and as fur walking over the top av the cair, excuse me av yez please. ‘‘ FWaix, I wondher where that young Roger got to, anyhow? Sure, Y’ve been forgetting all about him.” Suddenly, as the car gave another lurch, Muldoon sat down with considerable violence on something softer than the floor. Then he heard a grunt and a growl, and felt his seat rising under him. ‘¢Murdher and blazes! it’s more ay thim lions,” he gasped. ‘Get off my back, you ole duffer!” said a voice. Muldoon was greatly relieved. It was only a man after all and not a wild beast. ‘7 bee yer pardon,” said Muldoon. ‘‘The cair trun me down.” “That ain’t you, is it, Bill?” growled the man, getting up. ‘No, sor, iv’s not Bill at all; American ball player. Can yez tell me where this cair sthops forst?” ‘Tt don’t stop, it goes straight through.” “Straight through to where?” ** Albany, of course.” “« Albany!” gasped Muldoon. ‘‘ Sure I don’t want to go to Albany.” “Then what did you get on the freight for, you ole chump?” “ Who's on a freight train?” ‘You are.” “Thin where is me own cair; that’s phwat I want to know?” The other man laughed go hilariously that he woke up a cham of his on the other side, ‘‘What yer makin’ all dat cacklin’ fur, Jim?” he growled. ** Here’s a bloke says he owns a car of his own.” Jim saw only the funny side of the story. He did not believe it, of course. Bill looked at the practical side of it. ‘‘Den he must have lots o’ money,” he observed. That’s the way he looked at the thing. What must Muldoon do then, like a great-gawk, but EOSIN the corn. « Ay coorseI have plinty ay money,” heremarked. ‘*Phwy wouldn't I, when I own a goold mine out Wesht and run a base-ball team?” That was the chumpiest kind of a chump remark. Muldoon took the men for brakemen. They were broke men instead. In other words they were tramps. They were stealing a ride and had so far evaded discovery. When Muldoon said he had money they cocked up their ears, That was a magical word to them. Money meant beer and strong liquor to them. They had communistic tendencies, by the way. They believed in a division of property. That is, other men must divide up with them. “ Just what I thought,” muttered Bill. ‘‘I knowed yer was rich when I heard yer speak.” “**TH ll be rich far us, too, I’m thinking,” chuckled Jim. ‘Oh, you bet. This here is a streak o’ luck.” “Cut thick an’ with plenty 0” fat.” ‘¢T wonder av there’s an- ~ it?s me, Terrence Muldoon, the great, ‘¢ Bet, yer life.” Muldoon began to take a tumble. He was on the wrong train and these men were tramps. That was a pretty kettle of fish. Here they were two to one, armed doubtless, and desperate fellows to start with. : ‘That was a nice sort of adventure to wind up his tour to Boston with. : He must dissemble, as they say in society novels. «‘That wor alla shtiff I wor givin’ yez about me bein’ rich,” he re- marked. ** Oh, was it?” asked Bill, with a laugh. ‘« Yis, nothin’ more, ar’ I’m only jist a thramp like yerselves— tots all.” “Who's a tramp?” demanded Bill, angrily. ‘We're gentlemen of leisure LEO fur our health,” aeristned Jim. “Vis; I suppose the polis av Boston didn’t make it very healthy for yez.” , ‘ Ain’t he funny, Bill” ‘Awful. Let's see what such a funny duck looks like.” Thaf meant trouble for Muldoon, you bet. CHAPTER X. Muxpoon was in a box and no mistake, He was in the same car with the two tramps and had no way to get out. : Bill had planked himself against the door and there was no getting out in the other direction. Then Jim suddenly dove his hands into Muldoon’s waistcoat pockets. Among the things he fetched out were some matches. One of these Jim struck on his shoe. : Then he held it up and looked at Muldoon. *¢Oh, yes, you’re a tramp, you are!” he laughed. “Gold tickers and rings don’t generally go with tramps, do they?” inquired Bill. **Of course not.” ‘ Well, they go with us this trip,” chuckied Bill, who was the busi- ness man of the firm. ? ‘“This is robbery, be heavens,” said Muldoon, indignantly, *¢ Ah, no, it ain’t; we’re only borrowing the things.” ‘“‘We gotter go to a Batty: when we get to Albany, yer see, and we want to use ’em.” ‘We furgot our own, yer see, and we gotter have some.” “Hm! ain’t you a foine looking tramp?” sneered Jim, lighting a fresh match. > ‘Light overcoat and swaller tailed coat! Tramps wear them, don’t they?” “They will this time,” observed Bill. ‘‘The governor expects me to take dinner with him when I get to Albany.” ‘‘T think yez must have mistaken yer route,” said Muldoon. Sing Sing yez want to go to and not Albany at all.” “ Ain’t he funny, Jim?” “ Awful.” “Let’s see what more he’s got.” “ Hands off, ye vilyans!” cried Muldoon. man’s indignities!” He couldn’t help himself very well. Jim suddenly tripped him up. Then Bill sat on him and held him down. It didn’t make any difference how much he yelled. The noise of the train drowned all that. The two tramps proceeded to business at once. Bill got his watch and pocket book. Jim annexed his finger rings, diamond studs and loose change, That was not enough for the cormorants, however. Bill yanked off his trousers, and swapped his own for them. He also appropriated his shirt and waistcoat. Jim helped himself to his two coats and to several cigars, The hat wag in the other car, and nobody got that, Having dressed themselves in their borrowed finery, the two bums made Muldoon put on their togs. ; ‘“‘ Be heavens, I’ll get aven wid the auckers!” he mused. nto “Trg “T’ll not submit to anny
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MULDOON’S BASE BALL “CLUB IN BOSTON. 19 He was wise enough not to say anything to the tramps about this, however, Instead he began to think how he could get square on the bums. Suddenly a bright idea struck him. “Ay yez wud like another suit av clothes I’ll teil yez how to getit,” he remarked. Z -“ How's that?” ‘¢ Me son is in the car next to this.” ‘Why didn’t he come in here with you?” ‘¢¥Yfe wanted all the room there wor in there.” “Guess I’ll go and see,” said Bill. ‘* You stay here and look after this Turk, Jim.” “Bet yer boots.” Then Bill went and crossed over to the next car. Jim thought he had better stand against the door. Muldoon had other ideas. “Take that, yer sucker!” he suddenly remarked. Then he hit out with his right and sent Jim sprawling. In a jiffy he was outside and across to the other car. Then he slammed the door and shut Bill in with the caged animals. ’ At this moment Jim came out of the car, ‘Tl give it to you for that!” he growled. ** You'll give me nothing,” answered Muldoon. Jim thought he would, and made a rush at Muldoon. The latter launched out with his foot, and took Jim in the stomach and doubled him up on the platform. ‘Bill was nearly scared to death by the roaring of the wild anatase and was even too much frightened to try and get the door open. Muldoon was hanging onto the knob of this like a major, and it would not have been an easy job to open it. Jim felt too sick to attempt any more funny business just then and our hero was master of the situation, Something must be done soon, however. Help was nearer at hand than Muldoon knew. Saddenly there was a long blast from the engine. Muldoon knew what that meant. They were approaching some town on the-line of the road. ‘ Begorry, that’s a good thing,” he cried, with a sigh of relief. The train gradually slowed up and then stopped. By this time Jim felt better and concluded to make his escape. “*Catch the sucker, he’s a robber!” yelled Muldoon. Two or three men with lanterns were coming up at that moment. Jim was collared and then Muldoon let Bill out. He was also nabbed. Muldoon then explained the situation.” The two tramps tried to bluff out of it, but it was no good. They were obliged to make a transfer of their suddenly acquired wealth. After that they were lugged off to the police ON, ea prom- ising to appear against them in the morning. ‘« Phwat town is this?” ke asked. “« Springfield.” : ‘Tn the State av Massachusetts?” ; BESY Og hy “Thin I’m not sofar away from home as I thot. train from Boston gon’ by yet?” “Went through half an hour before you got here.” ‘* Wor the private car ‘Champion’ an it?” “ Yes.” “ Faix thin I’ll have to wait for the next train. ‘Tn a couple of hours.” ‘Ts it fast?” “‘No, accomodation.” ‘Well, I can’t help that. ’ve*cot the robbers annyhow, and av I don’t appear agen thim they’ll be sent up for vagrants in anny evints.” « They ought to get ten years.” - ‘* So they ought, but we'll let thim off this toime. whin I get left, and J bet thim at their own game. Us Then Muldoon went to the waiting-room, where he intended to pass the time until his train came along. “It’s very strange that Roger didn’t get on the same thrain I did,” he mused. ‘I wondher av he met wid anny accident?” Gradually the truth dawned upon him. Has the express Whin do it go?” It’s a cold day ‘* Accident, is it? No, begob, he’s not the bye to meet wid anny accident. It’s always me that meets wid thim. “Vil bet a new hat, and I need wan badly, that the young vilyan pit me on that freight thrain be desoign, and that there wor no acci- dent at all about it. ‘A foine story he'll tell his mother, Isuppose, av he tells her anny thing. I wudn’t be sorprised av he towld her I had run away wid some good-looking girrul, and gon’ abroad. i ** Be heavens, it’s a great pity that the bye is too big to be whipped ~ for all his skylarking, but 1 don’t think twinty shtrappings a day wud do him anny good. “Phwat’s the use sv me sayin’ annything about it et all? He'll only say it wor-a mistake, and that I ought to have known where me Own cair wos. ‘Oh, he’s as cunnin’ as a fox, that bye is, and av I shtopped here to raymimber all his thricks, I’d have to shtay a month.” Waiting for a train is tedious work at the best of times. Take it at night, however, when you're tired out, and there’s noth- ing to do, it’s just awful. That’s how Muldoon found it when he had sat there half an hour. He had nothing to read, there was no one to speak to, the lunch counter was closed, and it was stupid enough. An hour passed and he began to yawn prodigiously. “Waix, I wish th’ ould thrain wud come along av it’s iver coming,” he growled. More yawns followed, and presently Muldoon got so drowsy that he could hardly keep his eyes open. ‘ Pretty soon he could not, and his head dropped upon. his shirt front. ° In tep seconds he was fast asleep. After that if a train had smashed riglt through the waiting-room he would not have minded it. He was dead tired out, and he slept without even snoring. His train came in at Jast, but he never heard it. It went out again and there was a great shouting, but he did not hear that either. An hour Jater another train passed through. He took no more notice of that than he had of the first. In fact it was not until broad daylight, and the hustle and bustle of the day was well under way, that he awoke. He rubbed his eyes, looked around him, failed to locate himself, and stared vacantly at nothing in particular. ‘‘That fellow has been making a night of it,” remarked one man to a friend. ‘Doesn't a dress suit look rocky by. daylight?” ‘Guess he must have had a gay old time by the looks of him,” _ laughed the other. » -Muldoon braced up, arose, looked at himself in a mirror, and mut- tered: “«Thim fellers think I have a jag on me, but they’re mistaken. murdher! me train! Sure, it must have gon’ long ago.” It had, sure enough, and there wasn’t another through express for two hours. Muldoon presently ascertained this and. remarked to himself: “ Av the byes go to, Philadelphy to-day, they’ll go widout me, I’m thinkin’. Faix, I’ll have to telegraph and let thim know where am, There’s no hurry anyhow, for we have no game on the books, and I may as well take me comfort.” CHAPTER XI. Arter telegraphing his whereabouts to Roger, at that young gen tleman’s expense, Muldoon proceeded to take his comfort. : First he had a wash up and a breakfast and then he bought him a suit of clothes to wear until he reached home, Putting his swell togs in a gripsack and leaving the same in charge ofthe clerk at the Massasoit House, he started Out to take in the town for an hour or 80. . As he was walking along Main street; and there is one in every small city, 2 young man came suddenly up, seized his\land, and said: ‘Why, hallo, Mr. Maguire, how are you?’ When did you leave Pitts- burg? How are all the folks?” « Bunco, begob,” thought Muldoon. ‘I wondher av I look as green — as that?” The young fellow continued to shake Muldoon’s hand until the iat- ter said: re Oh, .
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0 | MULDOON'S BASE BALL CLUB IN BOSTON. “«Tixcuse me, me friend, bub me name is not Maguire, and 1 don’t come from Pittsburg.’ “Why, that’s curious,” said the other. friend Maguire.” “ Well, that’s me misforchin, not be fault. Me name is not Maguire, it’s Mulrooney, and I come from Toledo.” ‘Excuse my mistake; sorry to have troubled you, Mr. Mulrooney. 4 «Don’t mintion it.” Then the young man burried away. Muldoon chuckled. ‘¢Troth, I niver thot a bunco man wud iver throuble me, and laste ay all a counthiy wan. He must be new at the business.” Presently up came an older-looking man, who paused in front of Muldoon, gazed at him earnestly, and said: ‘¢ Why, Mr. Mulrooney, how do you do? Iam very glad to see you. How did you leave all our friends in Toledo?’ “This is the confederate, I suppose,” thought Muldoon. him.” Grabbing hold of the other’s hand, he gave it an awful squeeze, and said: is Begob, Mucphy, ould mon, I’m glad to see yez, How long have yez been out ay jail? Did yez get annything for good behavior? Sure, I’m delighted to see yez, How’s the gang?” At every question Muldoon gave his victim another squeeze. His hand was big and hard and tough, and he could squeeze water out of a rock. He accompanied the squeezing by a pump-handle shake that nearly dislocated the bunco man’s arm. He thought he had struck a threshing-machine in full operation. He winced and groaned and tried Lo get away. Muldoon held on, however. - He knew when he had a good thing. _ “Troth, I’m powerful glad to see yez, Murphy.” Another squeeze, ‘$ Yez look betther than win they gave yez lwo yeers in the pin.” An up and down shake, ‘¢ How's yer brother that got sint up for horse stealing?” Much wincing on the part of the victim. “Tg your sister Julia out ay jail yot? I remimber she got tree years for shop-lifting.” More squeezing and shouting. Mr. Buneo thought he had struck a tough case. He tried to get his hand out of Muldoon’s, but he did not succeed. Mu!doon had not finished with him yet. ‘¢ Paith, Murphy, ye’re luckin’ foine, as foine as silk, begob!” With that he gave the fellow’s hand another awful squeeze. The man nearly faintsd, grabbed hold of Muldoon and gasped: ‘¢ Hold on—hold on! Don’t be so glad to see me.” ‘© Oh, but I am!” With that Muldoon nearly yanked him off his feet, he shook so hard. : ‘Be heavens, Murphy, yez must be doing well. a gambling-house?” ‘“*My name isn’t Murphy,” growled the man, _ hand!” *« Nayther is me name Mulrooney,” said Muldoon, ‘‘and I don’t come from Toledo, Get an out av this, ye counthry skin, or I’ll hand yez over to the polis. I’ve already had two av yer associates arrested the day.” 5 Then he let go of the fellow’s hand. “You look exactly like my “*V’ll roast Have yez opened It looked like a cross between a piece of raw beef and a limp dish-. rag. The skin would not want to use it for some time. ‘*Good heavens, man,” he said, pulling his fingers apart, sot ate did you get such a grip?” “Playing base-ball and slugging out suckers like ye. out av this, or I’ll have yez run in!” « ‘« Who in thunder are you anyhow?” asked the man. ‘Muldoon, the solid man. This time I’m giving yez the straight Go an—get “Leave go my tip, but av yez sind anny av yer confiderates to work anny invillup game or anny other skin business an me, J’ll murdher um.” ‘¢ Where do you live when you're at home,- Mr. Muldoon?” asked the other, still trying to straighten out his fingers. “New York.” ‘¢ Oh!” was the comprehensive reply. «Tell me,” said Muldoon, ‘‘are yez new to'the profession?” *T’ve been at it twenty years.” ‘¢Thin how in blazes did yez mistake an ould thraveler like me for a flat?” «Well, why don’t you take the tags off of your ready-made clothes?! The joke-was on Muldoon now. He squinted around at the back of his neck, and then gazed down at his suspender buttons. Sure enough, the bunco man was right. The price marks were still on his clothes. No wonder that he had been taken for a jay. » The bunco man was excusable after all. Muldoon saw the joke and said: “T owe ye wan on that, or maybe we're aven.” ‘Think we are,” returned the other. His fingers were just beginning to separate. “Well, it sarves me right for buying counthry clothes,” laughed Muldoon, Just then u third party came up. He was one of the gang. Muldoon twigged him at once. The middle aged purty was anxious to get square on some one. The third man gave him a chance. “Hallo, Williams,” he said. ‘* You promised to settle for that bill of goods to-day.” He thought that Muldoon was just ready to be fleeced. “So I will,” said Williams. ‘‘Mr. Gimblett, let me introduce you to Mr. Muldoon.” ‘¢Glad to see you, Gimblett, ye ould bore,” said Muldoon. Then he did the shaking. Gimblett thought that a jack screw had got hold of him. He danced and yelled and howled. Muldoon got in his finest work. Hoe gave Gimblett the worst razzle dazzle he had ever had. ‘«Glad to see yez, Gimblett. Shake again.” He nearly shook the man’s arm out. Williams stood back and howled. It did him good to see another get the same kind of dose he had got. Muldoon seemed to enjoy if himself. “Take me for a counthry guy, do yez?” he laughed. me bye.” Gimblett had had enough to last him for six months. He tried to get away, but Muldoon held on, Finally he yanked the fellow clear off his feet, and chucked him in the gutter. ‘There ye ave, Gimblett, I hope yez won’t get rusty. Ta, ta, me frinds, and the next time yez tackle a mon, be sure and foind out forst that he doesn’t come from New York.” Then the solid man hurried away, collared his grip, and was just in time to catch his train. He arrived in New York that afternoon, and went home at once. «Where wor ye, Terry?” asked his wife. Roger was present, and so Muldoon gave nothing away. “T wor detained on some private business,” he said. ‘‘U’m thinking ay sending Roger to Europe.” “Don’t, pop,” said the young rascal. “He'll not go unless I go wid um,” said Mrs. Muldoon, ‘‘and be- sides, we can’t go now. It’s right in the base ball season.” ‘Oho, yea are getting interested, are yez?” chuckled Muldoon. ‘Vis, and I want to see yez take the pinnant.” “Thin ye shall, be heavens, for there are no flies an MuLpoon’s Base BALL OLuB.” “ Shake.” “ Shake agin, (THE END.]
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THE FIVE CENT WIDE AWAKE LIBRARY---Continued. Me Eee eee eee ee eee ee SDN SE NE PS SEE Daeg eA EE AE SIE RESETS ETE a TT 76 Harkaway Afloat 77 Harkaway Among the Sayages 73 Harkaway’s Escape 79 Harkaway at Oxford 80 Harkaway and the Black Band 81 Harkaway and the Brigands 82 Harkaway and the Spy 83 Harkaway Trapped 84 aerate and the Italians; or, The Brigand’s 85 Dick Shightheart at Sea 86 Dick Lightheart Around the World 87 Dick Lightheart in London 88 Dick Lightheart’s Victory 89 The Islandof Mystery; or, Adventures Under the Sea 90 Detective Danor, The Irish Ferret.by D. O'Sullivan 91 Joe Ready; or, By the Side of General Scott... by Richard R. Montgomery 92 Cavalry Jack at Murfreesboro. By Col.Ralph Fenton 93 A Sword Fora Fortune......By Horace Appleton 94 Union Dick in the Rebel Camp.By Philip Murdock 95 Yankee Rob, The Young Scout of the Rap- pahannock........-..-...---. By Raph Morton 96 Dick Mizzen; or, The Cruise of The *‘ Corsair’? By Richard R. Montgomery 97 Union Dick in the Seven Days’ Fight.. By Philip” Murdock 98 Cavalry Jackin the Swamps. By Col. Ralph Fenton 99 Daddy Durge, the Old Man of the Dead-House; or, The Ghouls of Paris.......By Walter Fenton 100 Union Dick and the Guerrilias. . By Philip Murdock 101 Bull Run Bob; or, The Rebel’s Bride. A Thril- ling Story of the Old Dominion, By Ralph Morton 102 Battling for Glory; or. Poke Unionists of Tenes- see. y Richard R. Montgomery 103 The Young Recruit...c..cssesees By Ralph Fenton 104 The Rival Spies; or, The Fall of Vicksburg. ... y Perey B. St. John 105 The Boy Swordsman; or, The Mysteries of the Catacombs...........- «+++. By Percy B, St. John 106 Ben Breeze; or, A Boy and His Banjoand Their Journey Avound the World........By J. R. Scott 107 Cavalry Jack; or, The Scout at Shiloh......... By Gol. Ralph Fenton 108 The ats Artilleryman; or, Belneen Life and Death..... weet ccecies ..-»-.By Hal Standish 109 Branded and Maa; or, A Boy in ‘Business...... By Author of “Trough Fire and Water,” ete, 110 Topmast Tom; or, The Buccaneer'’s Secret... By Alexander Armstrong 111 Bayonet Bill; or. The Nemesis of the Battle- : field, A Thrilling Romance Be "Stone River y Ralph Morton 112 Dick the Lion-Hunter; or, Raventares on the African Coast....... By Richard R. Montgomery 113 Sherman’s Drummer Boy..By Col, Ralpi Feuton 114 Stars and Bars; or; The Rebel Conscript. A Thrilling Story of the War in Geor: fa tbersr is By Capt. Phil Jordon 115 Charge for the Flag; or, The Color-Bearer of UO es. es oe eee seveeecees BY POrcy B St. Joun 116 ‘Red, White and Blue; or, Two New York Boys ‘in'the Northern Army.........By Ralph Morton 117 On Board the Merrimac; or, The Adventures of a Boy Tar in the War of the Revolution...... By Percy B. St. John 118 Black Horse Tom; or, The vO Cavalryman of the South............ +--»By Ralph Morton 119 Jack Harkaway and His ‘Son’s. Adventures Around the World 120 Harkaway and His Son Homeward Bound 121 Jack Rushton; or, Alone in the Pirate's Lair By the Author of Gentleman George”? 122 On and Off the Stage; or, peck Was Right? 123 The Bush Boys........... Captain Mayne Reid 124 The aye Schools: Thete Fun, Feuds and Fro 125 Fn the Fisherboy; or, Perils on Land and OB nave selene rwonemea ee By Charles BE, Pearce 126 Young ‘Tom Rodman. a dete ietere ee By J. A. Maitland 127 Shorty, Jr., on His Bar; or, Always on a Rack- et—Comic...-+++++«BY the Author of “Shorty ” 128 Fred Spangle; or, The Life of a Strolling Play- er 129 The Young Tragedian 130 Clarence Rhett; or, The Cruise a a Privateer y Ned Buntline 131 Paddy McGroarty; or, The Drommer Boy of - the Irish Brigade....ese+-se+-+ y Philip ‘Allison 132 Brian the Braye; or, The Hero Minotrel Boy... By Dennis O’Sullivan 133 Yank, Shank & Co., Yorkers....By Harry Wnton 184 Master ae Himself; or, A Boy’s Fight in the World.........,..-.....By Commodore Ah-Look 135 Jim cannes on, Jack of All mTadea--comid,, By tlie Author of ‘Skinny, the Tin Peddler? 136 The Boy Bohemian; or, ‘The Adventures of a Young Reporter........-.. .By Philip Allison 137 The Mysterious Messenger; or, The Secret of the Three Black Stars.......... By Hart Barnard 138 Burt, the Detective; or. A Sleuth-Hound on th@ TACK... 0. ..10 +s By Police Captain Howard 139 ‘123? or, Tracked to Déath 140 The Young Ventriloquist : 141 Denver Dick; or, The Mystery of the Treasure Mountain..........By Corporal Morgan Rattler 142 Dick Daring. the Bareback Rider 148 Gypsy Blanche 144 The Boy Clown; or, The Star ot the Pantomime y Harrigan & Hart 145 Three Yankee Chums; or, Dr. Dodd’s Explor- ing Expedition... 22. By Commodore Ah-Look 146 Unlucky Tom—comic 147 Lathy; or, The Funny Adyentures of a Thin Boy—com mic 148 The Sea Fiends 149 Under the Ocean 150 Andy Handy;.or, The Boy Jim Fisk Started in Life. seveeesee-by Col, Blair 151 Red Leary, the Bill-Poster; ‘Of, The Murder on therPleriri veer sce By ¢ Col. Robert Lennox 152 Daniel Boone, t4e Hero of Kentucky 153 Hale and Hearty; or The Boys of Columbia CONE GE. .....-.eeee-eeees BY Tittlebat Titmouse 154 ‘Tim of the Mail- Train; or, Steel to the Last... By Hart Barnard Young America in Af- seeeeeeeeeeBy CO]. James Blair 156 Mad Maurice’ Or, Th Crazy Detective ....... By Dennis O'Sullivan 157 Shorty and the Count; or, The Two Great Un- mashed—comic... By the Author of ‘ Shorty’? 158 The Wharf Boys of "New York 159 Big Silas 160 Nip and Flip; or, Two of a Kind—comic.,..... By the Author of Skinny, the Tin Peddler ”” 161 The Four Jacks; or, The Dog Detective..... By Paul Turk 162 The Miser of Harlem; or, The Old House by: the Bridge.............- By Col. Robert Lennox 163 Young Harkaway and the Pirates 164 Harkaway’s Triumph 165 Harkaway on Magic Island 166 Ferret, the Little Detective 167 The Man of Many Faces 168 Harkaway’s Peril 169 Harkaway to the Rescue 170 Harkaway, the Magician 171 Reckless Rob; or, The Mystery of Palm Island By Ralph Ramble 172 Luke Lander, the Lion Hunter; or, The Boy Adventurers in Africa ....By ‘Col! J. M. Travers 173 Rob_ Rattler, the Scapegrace.By Col. J, M.Travers 174 The Phat King; or, The Adventures of Harry Blut ol, J. M, Travers 175 The Galant Muaay; or, ‘Gaptured by Pirates. By Richard R. Montgomery 176 Harkaway the Avenger 177 The Rival Crusoes..........By Harry Aimsworth 178 Harkaway in Australia 179 Harkaway and the Convicts 180 Harkaway and the Bushrangers 381 Chased Around the World 182 The Detective’s Mistake 183 Chips and Chin Chin—comic. .......By Peter Pad 184 Chips ae Chin Chin ACRE! ¢ Mormons—. . os - By Peter Pad 185 Chips end Ghin Chin's “Adventures: with the Indjans—comic . By Peter Pad 186 Chips and Chin Ohinin Omaha—comic. assets By Peter Pad 187 Chips and Chin Chin in St. Louis—comic..... By veter Pad 188 Chips and Chin Chinin New York—comic.... By Peter Pad 189 Jack Hawley 190 The Two Boston Boys 191 Frank Martin, the Young Rajah 192 The Locksmith’s Apprentice 193 The Charmers and the Charmed 194 The Red Circle- 195 The Nemesis; or, Tracked to their Doom 196 Tom Trump. 197 The Boy Pilot 195 Satan’s Tree 199 The School on Wheels 200 A Lightriing Flash 201 The Mystery of a Minute + 202 Bound to Be An Actor 203 Mountain Tom, the Rebel Raider.......... by Morris Redwing 204 The Mystery of the Red River 205 The Masked Messenger 206 The Prairie Phantom...........-By H. 0. Emmet 207 The Young Engineer 208 Fighting Against Odds 209 Harry Halsey 210 Donnell O’Gig 211 Mustered Out at Fredericksburg. A Tragic Romance of War....by Richard R. Montgomery 212 Kilpatrick's Charge; ox a) Terrors ofthe War, By Ri Richard R. Montgomery 213 The Dare-Devil Detective 214 Game to the Death 215 Kickapoo Joe 216 The Struggle for a Mine 217 Stump; or, ‘Little, But, Oh, My!”/—comic 218 Stump at School—comic 219 Stump at Sea—comic 220 Stump and Jack Hawser—comic 221 Stump’s Rackets Below Decks—comic 222 Stump and His Chums Homeward Bound—comic 223 Three of a Kind—comic 224 Adventures Of Charlie, Mike and Don—comic 225 Thirteen 226 The Brotherhood of Death : 227 Tricks; or, Traveling with a Variety Show 228 Under the Gallows 229 Adrift on a Floating Island 230 Fred Hazle 231 Shot in the Dark 282 Doonie Crandall 233 Meta, the Girl Crusoe 284 Teddy Doyle 235 A Trip to the Center of the arth 236 Drifting Harry 237 Rory, the Smasher 238 An Irish Boy’s Luck 2 239 pent. Miles Away; or, SpSHOSe Ride to POU rares oe nha Coot by Col, Ralph Fenton 240 sword and Musket; or, ‘the Young Trooper’s Pri peat: DY, Percy B. St. John 155 A With SEuley, or, ZO. 241 Tornado Tim 242 The Boy Avenger 243 Jack, the Joker 244 The Irish Robber’s Apprentice 245 Fighting His Way 246 A Knight of the Brush . 247 Fritz the Tumbler 248 Iron-Knuckled Ted 249 Dare-Devil Dick 250 The Dock-Boy of New York 251 Captain Cartouche 252 The Gipsy Boy's Vengeance 253 The Boy Miners i 254 Water-Duck Jim 255 The King of the Swimming Gang 256 The Flying Ship of the Pacific 257 The Adventures of Harry Franco 258 Cripple Charley 259 The Adventures of Two Tramps 260 Plucky Jimmy 261 The B acksmith’s Apprentice 262 Jumpiug Joe 263 Jack Gordon 264 Mat McCarthy’s Fortune 265 London Bob—comic 266 An English Boy in America—comic 267 Scotty the Terrier 268 Philadesphia Dave 269 Billy the Boxer 270 Cadger Con 271 The False Detective 272 Highfalutin’ Jim 273 Charley Lance 274 A Search for a Missing Man 75 Commodore Rip-Rap 276 Teddy O’Lynn 277 The Shadow ship 258 Lone Jack 279 Blue Grass Bob 280 The Wild Rider of Old Kentuck 281 Shoo-Fly; or, Nobody’s Moke—comic 282 Shoo-Fly ‘at School—comie 283 Shoo-Fly in Love—comic 284 Shoo-Fly the Gymnast—comic 285 Sharkey, the Young Robber of the West 286 Dashing Bob 5 287 Johnnie Burgoo 288 Reliable Joe ’ 289 The Yankee EMG Dnyal Z 290 Midshipman Nec 291 The Cruise Pity Old ITronsides 292 Jack Feeney 293 The Young irish Brigand 294 Lance, the Lion 295 Tipton Blue 296 Free-and-Kasy Ned 297 True Blue; or, Right at vast 298 That Boy of Ours : 299 Tom on His Muscle ~ 300 Bob Short; or, One of Our Boys. comic 801 Percy of the Stronz Arm 802 Jack Manly; or, On the Trail 803 The Freebooters of California 304 Captain Merrick and His Rangers 805 Nero, the Hunchback 306 The Rell-Ringer of Trinity 307 Harry Harley 808 The Arctic Queen 809 Harry Fitzroy . 810 The Heart of Oak 311 The School on the Sea 312 The Golden Island 3138 Among the Sayages $14 The Specter Schoolboy. and other stories 815 The Headsman of Old London Bridge 316 Harold Forrester 317 Mat o’ the Mist 818 Eveline Duke 819 Mark Bradley 820 Driven to the Sea 321 Routing the Redskins 322 Tom Fox $23 Adventures of a Philadelphia Detective $24 Richard Savage s 825 The Mystery of a Misspent Life 326 Double-Six $27 The Dominoes of Death 828 Gipsy Bess $29 The Queen of the Highway 830 Rodolf, the Traitor 881 The Boy, Cavaliers 832 Young Captain Kidd 333 The Secret of Wizard Lake 834 The Prairie Witch $35 The Hunters of the Silver Trail $36 Traveling With Barnum 837 Three Dashing Hussars 888 Pat O’Corker; or, Always to the Front 539 The Diamond Eye $40 Jack of the Naval Brigade $41 The Zulu’s Daughter $42 The Haunted House at Deadman’s UOTE $48 Sir Guy's Secret #44 The Fortunes ofan Acrobat 345 For the Green Flag of Old Ireland 346 Kathleen O'Shaughnessy $47 Tom the Midshipman 348 Out With Captain Cook $49 Eyery Inch a Sailor 350 Ralph, the Light Dragoon 851 The Brothers in Arms | 352 Jack of Cheapside 853 The Green Banner of Islam 354 The Colonel’s Daughter 355 Walter's Secret 356 The Ontlaws of Berkeley Forest 857 Redspear the Outlaw 358 The House ofa Hundred Terrors 359 Oswald, the Unknown ania 360 Adventures of a Free Lance — 361 The Treacherous Knight 362 Young Jack Harkaway and His Bor Tinker ¥
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A HE BIVE CENT WIDE AWAKE LIBRARY---Continued. 363 Tinker’s Man Bogey 364 Young Harkaway in Spain $65 Young Harkaway in Turkey 866 Mole Among the Mussulmans 367 Young Harkaway and the Arabs - 8068 Young Harkaway and the Counterfeiters 369 The Secret of the Traitor’s Gate 870 The Waif of the Tower 871 Ralph Wildhawk 872 The Brigand Chief 373 Marco Bravo 874 Zara, the Gipsy 875 The Servian Spy 876 Sword and Cimeter 877 Adam Bell 878 The Archers of Inglewood $59 The Knight of the Red Cross 880 Jack-o’-the-Cudgel 881 Croquard, the Free Lance ! 882 The Fair Maid of Kent 883 Dick the Brewer 384 The Oxford and Cambridge Eight $85 The Wild Huntsman 8&6 Tom Mansfield, the Smuggler 887 The Sunken Treasure 888 The Slave’s Revenge 389 Cris Carrol; the Scout * 890 Phil Rayleigh, a London Arab 891 The Knight of the Iron Hand 892 Tom Lester 293 Bicycle Bob 894 Mark Darrell 895 Oscar Merivale; or, the Forger’s Victin _ 396 Tom Oakland 897 The Mad Alchemist; or, Mysteries Unfolded.. By Dr. H. M. Jordan 898 Worm, the Pittsburg Detective.By An Old Netective 399 Rob Racket, the Scourge of the Cowboys 400 Gipsy Dick; or, Born a Detective.............. By Seth Huntington 401 The Red River Pilot ....,......By Paul Braddon 402 Catana, the Robner’s Daughter. By Seth Huntingdon 403 Detective Sketches....By A New York Detective 404 The Boy Scouts ofthe Sierras.By Seth Huntingdon 405 The Heir of Longworth 406 A Ghostin the Mirror, and other stortes,..... r9 By Allyn Draper 407 Strange Stories of Maniacs...............0.+-- By Dr. R. Jackson and Orrin Goble 408 The Skeleton’s Legacy; or, The Mystery of the TIEN OG sie crea .-- By Col. J. L. Trueman 409 The Pirate’s Son.. Sei teles By J. T. Brougham 410 The Young Revenue Detective; or, Among the Moonshiners..............By a Retired Detective 411 Little Hall, the Boy Engineer. By Capt. Will Dayton 412 Captain Hurricane; or, The Waif of the Wreck By Allan Arnold 418 Towpath Ted. A True Story of Life on a Pee OOTIAl cca s caeleee COS SSID IRC By J. M. Bradon 414 The Ghost of Paul Priestly; or, The Mystery of is Haggard Hollow..........By James Groenwocd 415 The Cruise of the Beauty..By Captain Will Dayton 416 Joe Jordan, the Young Inventor 417 Ebenezer Crow—comic 418 Charley Charlton, the Young Magician........ ? By Col. J, M. Travers 419 Gorilla George; or, A New York Boy in Africa By J. L. Freeman 420 Stuttering Mose; or, The Old Scout of the Rey- olution.........-....By General J. L. Johnston 421 The Kingdom in the Sea... By J. G. Bradley 422 Lighthouse Lem; or, The Mystery of Dead- man’s Reef,........- ....By an Old Sea Captain 423 The Search for the ‘‘ Midas”; or, Treasures From the Deep............-.By Gerald Fleming 424 The Young Explorers......By Capt. Will Dayton 425 Little Nugget, the Pride of Leadville.......... : By Major J. Anderson 426 The Young Aeronaut..........By Professor Wise 427 The Boy Trapezist..... .By a Former Professional 428 Prairie Phil; or, The Panther of the Platte.... By Harry Rockwood wees BY OU 429 The Green Caps........ . Detective * 430 Hollow Roost; or, The Traitor Guide......... 453 The Oreole Brothers....by Colonel J. M. Travers * By Morris Redwing 431 The Grimsdale Ghost, and other stories........ Fe By a Physician 432 Lost in Africa; or The Adventures of Two Young Castaways......By Samuel T. Johnston 433 Denver Dan and His Mystic Band..By ‘**Noname” 434 Shorty in Search of His Vad—comic.By Peter Pad 435 The Blasted Pine; or, Three Boy Scouts...... By Capt. Will Dayton 436 Denver Dan and the Road Agents. By ‘““Noname’” 437 The Freebooter’s Secret........By J.T. Brougham 438 Sawdust Charlie, the Pet of the Ring......... By an Old Ringmaster 439 Denver Dan and the Counterfeiters.By ‘‘Noname” 440 Cavalry Jack at Corinth.....By Col. Ralph Fenton 441 Ned Owen; or, The Mysteryof a Missing Ship. By Capt. Will Dayton 442 Denver Dan Outwitted; or, The Outlaw’s Tri- UMP. ses ceswocesecesssssec+ess by Noname?? 443 The Girdle of Gold; or, The Counterfeiter’s ~ Danghter.:....0...-0---s -..By Morris Redwing 444 The Treasure Cave; or, Run to Karth.By a Traveler 445 Denver Dan, the Sheriff...... +ee--. By “ Noname ” 446 Long Paw, the Mysterious Hunter..By Kit Clyde 447 A Yankee Boy in Africa,..... By Percy B. St. John 448 Black and Blue; or, Nick Wharton on the War- PAtH..........00000eee+--s+- BY Harry Rockwood 449 Ivan and Ismail; or, Scouts of Pleyna........ by Don Jenardo 450 Denver Dan’s Peril; or, The Outlaw’s Ruse.... by ‘‘Noname” 451 Sir Rufus the Rover; or, the Pirates’ Island.. by Richard R. Montgomery 452 The Russian Spy. ............by a U.S. Detective ‘| 479 Young Lynx, the ‘Amateur 454 The Castaways; or, The White King of the AflantiGetesastas cele sa ee +.eee--.By Don Jenardo 455 Denver Dan to the Rescue; or, The Mountain- eer’s Stratagem..........- ... By ‘“*Noname’? 456 Condemned; or, Number 709... oor, Sates By Richa . Montgomery. 457 The Wolf of the Waves. A Tale of the Pi- rates of Old........ .--By Alexander Armstrong 458 Billy Bangs’ Schooldays...By Captain Will Dayton 459 The Mad Doctor.... ............By Paul Braddon 460 Zola, the Old Trapper’s Daughter.By R. T, Emmet 461 The Shortys’ Trip Around the World—comic By Peter Pad 462 Locomotive Bill, the Giant Engineer.......:.. By Samuel Keene 463 Buffalo Bill’s Chum....-.. By Colonel Ralph Fenton 464 Denver Dan and His Chums.......By ‘‘Noname ? 465 The Old Magician.....By Corporal Morgan Rattler 466 he Unknown Scout.......... +... By Zeke Baxter 467 The Brother’s Crime... By Percy B. St. John 468 Molly Bland, the Detec' By J. T. Brougham 469 The League of Blue.......... ase srae, By Paul Spry 470 Tumbling Tim; or, Traveling With a Circus— COMIGSiaevanestcetesecess Nucestseeeby Peter Pad 471 Mat of the Mountain; or, The Struggle of Des- . perate Men...... acnvercitee ..-By Allyn Draper 472 The Picador of Chapultepec......By Don Jenardo 473 The Lost Island; or, The Cruise of the ‘‘ Caro- ING Sir eeevee evens sees’ By Colonel J. M. Travers 474 “273” or, The House of Many Doors........+++ By Philip Murdock 475 The Maxwell Brothers; or, The Chase of a Sea- HOlivesceste cists seececr co ces by Rue Olyde 476 Stuttering Sam—comic ..... +s+s-.--By Peter Pad 477 The Mad Hunter; cr, The Mystery of the Bea- ver Dati........ .....-..By Captain Will Dayton 478 Persimmon Bill; or, the Red Cross of the OHCVEUUC cts ccsescctysceve .....By Don Jenarao Detectiverssi.. ‘ By Philip Murdock 480 Buck Bidwell, the Boy Slayer of the Pawnees,. By Lieutenant H. H. Kellogg 481 Toby, the Spy; or, The Russian Conspirators of PariS.......++++.++..++--By & Parisian Detective 482 The Phantom of the Wayes.... : By Alexander Armstrong 483 Venver Dan in New York........ .By ‘“‘Noname’”? 484 Tommy Bounce, Jr.; or, A Chip of the Old Block—Ccomic........22...-00. +...by Peter Pad 485 Washed Ashore; or, Adventures in a Strange DAR vaneeereneaes tekstas By Harry Rockwood 486 Charlie Chubbs at College.By Captain Will Dayton 487 The Irish Clarde Duval, By Corpora! Morgan Rattler 488 The Twin Boy Scouts........ By Percy B, St. John 489 Fair-Weather Jack; or, Life in the Arctic Re- PIONS... sess seeeeeeeees esses By Albert J, Booth 490 Sumter’s Aide..By Capt. Geo, Granville (U.S. A.) 491 Old Fox; or, The Mystery of the Trunk........ By a Parisian Detective 492 The Old Thirteen; or, The Union League of tes BY Morris Redwing 498 Silvershot, the Sport from Sacramento........ 4 By Kit Clyde ,494 The Silent Slayer; or, The Terror of the Chip- POWAS Se secccccese HEA OI IO ...- By J. G. Bradley 495 The Irish Claude Duval as a Rébel...........- - By Corporal Morgan Rattier 496 Astray in the Clouds......By a Retired Aeronaut 497 The Shortys Married and» Settled Down—a sequel to all theShorty stories—comic..... By Peter Pad 498 The Tree of Death..............By an Old Trapper 499 The Twin Detectives; or, True to Each Other. By Ralph Royal 500 William Tell, the Dead Shot of the West....... i By Harry Enton 601 Trapper Duke; or, The Female Avenger...... By James D. Montague 602 Leon the Outlaw; or, The Avenger of the Death (PARE ease teccidesdoseueses By James D. Montague 503 Tommy Bounce, Jr., in College—comic..... ' ; By Peter Pad 604 Around the World; or, Fighting to Win........ By Harrigan & Hart or, Two Years 612 The rookfield Bank Robbers....By D. W. Stevens 618 The order Bandits,.......By James D. Montague 514 The Young Sharpshooters of the Rebellion.... 3 By Ool. Ralph Fenton 616 Fighting Joe; or, The Game Man of the Plains by Kit Clyde 616 Invincible Bill. A Wenderful Story of Neva- da, California and Utah of 12 Years Ago.... By Alexander Armstrong 517 Skeleton Gulch; or, Captain Texas and His 3 Band of Vultures.......---.+......by J. R. Scott 618 The Irish Claude Duval as a Privateer..:...... By Corporal Morgan Rattler 519 The Wolverine; or, The Count’s Treachery. -. By a Parisian Detective 420 Ben Bolt; or, the Young Blacksmith.......... By James D. Montague §21 From Drammer Boy to General.............-. By Richard R. Montgomery 522 Bob Rollick; or, What Was He Born For— COMMON erie tseertrssarrimesense se Dy Revel bad 423 Northwoods Tom, the Athlete Hunter, By Kit Clyde 624 Only a Cabin-Boy; or, Saved by Grit... her By Harry Rockwood Seale saan mee By Walter Fenton . By Alexander Armstrong . By Commodore Ah-Look 525 Astray in Africa... 526 Tiger Ted...... 627 Barnum’s Boy 528 The Black Mask; or, The Vow of Silence...... By T. W. Hanshew §29 Sou’-west Fred.........+..0- weasel .By Kit Clyde 630 Bob Rollick, the Yankee Notion Drummer; a sequel to “‘ Bob Rollick; or, What Was He Born For?’’—comic...... ...- By Peter Pad 681 The Drummer Boy Spy; or, the Slaughter of the Wilderness...... Verraue sant By Ralph Morton 532 The Black Hercules......By Colonel J. M. Travers 533 Fireman Dick; or, The Pride of Number 9.... By James D. Montague 534 The Shortys Out For Fun—comic....By Peter Pad 535 Red River Bill, the Prince of Scouts. By J. R. Scott 686 Special Express Ned, the Prince of Boy Hn- PITGOLS ciaiig erie ses iva see By Horace Appleton, 637 The Shortys’ Christmas and New Years at Home—comic...........-+++- mcolp tats By Peter Pad 638 Owlface, the River Scourge; or, The Guerril- la’s Captive. A Romance of the Warin the- South-West.........ees by Captain Phil Jordon 639 The Spies of the Delaware..........By Kit Clyde 640 Denver Dan, Jr., and His Band of Deadshots.. k By “Noname 541 The Steam Man of the Piains; or, The Terror of the WeSt......0.....005 SSicabo Ry * Noname?? 642 On Deck; or, The Boy Pilot of Lake Hrie...... By Howard De Vere 643 From Pole to Pole; or, The Sailor Boy Avenger By Horace Appleton, 644 Dick Wright and His Band of Cannibals...... By J. R. Seott 645 The Boy Captain; or, The Search for a Missing SW eilldeteate ats ate Weare sieldes By Alexander Armstrong 646 Pickle and Tickle; or, Mishaps and Mischiefs— COMO bia ele ne sleterelevslaiie 4 tecworecse By rater Pad 647 Fort Hayes; or, Black Eagle, the Avenger...... By Don Jenardo 648 Noiseless Nat; or, Always Just Where He's WANCEA eves tencciisce se .By James D. Montague 649 The Secrets Under the Sea............By Kit Clyde 650 Lazy Jake, the Boy Spy of the Rebellion..... By.Col. Ralph Fenton 551 Sam Sharpe at School....By Captain Will Dayton 652 Privateer Tom—a sequel to ‘‘Captain Tom DYAKOWJirey vey woes tia ve verses BY H, O, Emmet 553 Frank Reade and His Steam Horse.By ‘“ Noname ”? 554 Billy the Bootblack; or, The Trump Card Last By Harrigan & Hart 655 The Rival Scouts..........+++- «.-. By J. R, Scott 656 The Coral Cave; or,§Paul Philip’s Cruise...... By Horace Appieton 657 The Army Scout; or, The Mysteries of the West By Kit Clyde 558 Missouri Jack and His Band of ‘*7’?....... mete By James D. Montague 559 Lasso Luke; or, The Three Prairie Pards.... By Kit Clyde 560 Shady Dell School; or, Haps and Mishaps of Schoolboy Life..........By Captain Will Dayton 661 The Man of Gold; or, Under the Shadow o1 Orimesssivcceocw es .s.s++-+-By Horace Appleton 562 The Mad Man of the North Pole; or, The Boy Mazeppa of the Arctic Seas........By Kit Clyde 663 Extree Nick,the New York Newsboy....--..+5 - By Commodore Ah-Look 664 Oath-bound; or, The Jack of Spades. By J.R. Scott 665 Custer’s Last shot; or, The Boy Trailer of the Little Horn.............By Colonel J. M. Travers 666 Gassy Hyde; or, The Fire-Boy Fiend of Phila- delphia..........-.-.By Corporal Morgan Rattler 667 Fred Hazard, the Star of the Circus. By Horace Appleton 568 Coonskin Kit, the Dashing Government Scout By Kit Clyde 669 Denver Dan, Jr., and the Renegade. By ‘‘ Noname’? 670 Billy Badger; or, The Mysterious Unknown of the Bank Robbers’ Band.By James D, Montague 671 The Brand ofthe Desert........ By Walter Fenton 572 Mail-Car Ned; or, Falsely Accused.......- tens! By Alexander Armstrong 673 The Maniac Pirate............By Horace Appleton 574 Smokestack Bob, the Hero of the Rail.By J. R. Scott 575 Nimble Nip; or,The Imp of the School—comic By Tom Teaser 676 King Morgan, the Terror of the Seas.......... By Alexander Armstrong 677 The Convict’s Oath; or, The Prisoner of Van Dieman’s Land.......... By James D. Montague 578 The Serpent Queen; or, The Mysterious Night- Riders of Georgia.......- Seibicweae . By Kit Clyde $79 ‘The Fortune Hunters; or. Two Yankee Boys in Australia........--....By Alexander Armstrong 580 The Fatal Star....... wegelee -By Horace Appleton 581 The JBootblack’s Plot; or, The Mystery of a Night. se... sec seecseeeseesses sores BY J. R. Scott 682 Huron Harry; or, The Haunted Skiff.......... By James D. Montague 683 Doomed; or, The Secret League of Boston.... By James D. Montague 684 The Maniac Rider; or, The Mystery of Hawkes- wood Grange.....--......-.By Horace Appleton 585 Be Gypsies’ Den. A Story of the Romany ACO sivone +s UelevovccesovascotecesesDy Kit Clyde 686 Matt Merry; or, The Life of the Sclioal, pees By Captain Will Dayton 587 The Phantom Avenger; or, Dick Darling in. . Montana..... ........By Alexander Armstrong 688 Hugo, the Texan; or, The Demons of the Alamo By J. R. Scott Guide’s Treachery ot By James D. Montague 690 The Avengers’ League.............By ‘““Noname”? 589 Lost on the Desert; or, the
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THE FIVE CENT — WIDE AWAKE 591 The “Sea Wave’s”? Last Cruise; or, The Pi- TALEBLOB VO sn scoters nsbten nase Malay os By Kit Clyde 692 Cromwell’s Boy Spy; “or, The Roundheads and the Cavaliers............... By Horace Appleton 693 The Pirate Hermit; or, The Waifs Legacy..... 3 By Alexander Armstrong 694 Dick the Shadow; or, The Mysterious Trails of the Backwood..... Ramco tee abete ...-By J.R. Scott 695 Fighting the Redskins; or, Beaver Bill’s Last Trallaescrcer vecesce ses /By James D. Montague 696 The Black Domino; or, The Jailer of the Tow- Rae eleeoeetee »By Kit Clyde Team.By **Noname’ 598 Cheeky and Chipper; or, Through Thick and Thin—comic...,......- By Commodore Ah-Look 599 Dead Man’s Pond; or, The Black Demon of the Sierras ..............--.-.-By Horace Appleton 690 'The Tiger of the Seas; or, F ‘orced to be a Pirate "By Alexander Armstri ‘ong 601 Harry O'Malley, the Young Irish Invincible. . By Sergeant O'Donnell 60. Arkansaw Bill, the Indian Spy......By J. R. Scott 603 The King of the Deep.....csssesese By Kit Clyde 604 Little Death Shot; or, the Gold-hunter’ 8 Ghost By James D. Montague } 605 The Magic Mirror.........-......By Don Jenardo 606 Old Rube, the Ranger... -By J. R. Scott 607 Frank Reade and His Steam: Tally-Ho Reet ass: By ‘‘Noname” 608 Out with Barnum...By Lieutenant E. H. Kellogg 609 Storm King Dick; or, The Boy Adventurers... By Captain Will Dayton 610 Frank Durham, the King of the Cowboys.. ‘By Kit Clyde 611 Hildebrandt Fitzgum; or, My Quiet Little Cou- sin—comic.. »By Tom Teaser 612 Si Swift, the Prince of Trappers. ...... Saree By James D. Montague 613 The Hyena Hunters; or, In the Wilds of Africa By Harry Rockwood 614 The Phantom Pirate; or, The Fatal Oath.... . By Alexander Armstrong 615 The Young Fenian Chief 616 Among the Crocodiles; or, Adventures in India By Harry Rockwood 617 Lance and Lasso; or, The Young Mustangers Ofithe Plains! .s.-2.. recone By Marline Manly 618 The Chief of the Delawares --By Kit Clyde 619 The Shortys Out Fishing—comic....By Peter Pad 620 Coal Mine Tom; or, Fighting the Molly Ma- Pa WE Bo sescetccoddn +.---- By Sergeant O’Donnell 621 The Captain of the Nine; or, Aiways a Leader. . By Harry Rockwood 622 Sassy Sam; or, A Bootblack’s Voyage Around the World—comic.... -By Commodore Ah-Look 623 Young Putnam; or, ‘Always to the Front....... By Harrigan & Hart 624 Nugget Ned; or, The Mountain Queen’s Venge- ANCe......- ee stesesstecesseeeBY Morris Redwing §25 Frank Reade, In, and His Steam Wonder.... 626 The Spy of ‘*’76; OLY Sottaceumiet ste sctccmee sts 627 Frank Reade, Jr., and His Electric Boat....... By ** Noname’? By *“Noname??” or, The Green Mountain 628 Ghouls of Gilt Edge......... .By Harry Rockwood 629 Frank Reade, Jr., and His Adventures With His Latest Invention............ By “Noname” 630 The Shortys Out Gunning—comic.. - BY, Peter Pad 631 Frank Reade, Jr., and his Air Ship.By ‘‘ Noname”? 632 The Young Boy Ohief; or, Adventures in the Far West..... ees py Captain Will Dayton 633 Frank Reade, Jr.’s Marvei........By ‘Noname” 634 Ihe Lighthouse on the Rock... .....By Kit Clyde 635 Sassy Sam Sumner—a sequal to Sassy Sam— COMIC eee vote cis: «+-+-By Commodore Ah-Look 636 The House of Horrors..... By James D. Montague 637 The hen of the Northwest. By Alexander Armstrong 638 The Captain’s Secret; or, The Wreck of the SCD alay dees ee eee BY Kit Clyde 639 Among the Arabs..............+ ..-By Don Jenardo 640 Garry Galore; or, The ‘Adventures of a Wild Trish Boy at Home and Abroad............. By Corporal Morgan Rattler 641 Cast Up by the Waves....... . By Alex. Armstrong 642 The Shortys Farmng—comic. .......By Peter Pad 643 Under the Ground; or, The Wild Man of the Cavern. The Strangest Story Ever Told, By Harry Rockwood 644 Yankee Pete, the Man of Grit.............-.-- By James D. Montague 645 Hotspur Harry; or, The Texan Trailers .... By Alex. Armstrong _ 646 Buckskin Burke; or, The Cache Of Gold....... By Kit Clyde 647 Guerrillas and Regulars; or, The Cost of Inde- pendence.........,........by Col. Ralph Fenton 648 The Mystery of Dead Man’s Castle............. By James D. Montague 649 Mad Pete; or, a Feartul Retribution. By Leon Leroy 650 Offon a Man-of-War...... By Major Walter Wilmot 651 Frank Reade, Jr., in the Olouds....By “* Noname”? 654 The Boy Pedestrians; or From California to Maine tess c ciiet sacene..-- DY Jas. D. Montague 653 Trapper Against Renegade; or, Life on the PAINS wee eens Bes -by Kit Clyde 654 Young Davy Crocket; or, “The “Hero of Silver GUO non goaseemscna ice Hnbe +..-.by Wild Bil) 655 Tom Basswood, the Swamp Hero. By Capt, 8. Park 656 A Sailor’s Diary..../..........By Col, Leon Lenoir Gb7-Frontier: Mred let. evse cue cecsiceste By Texas Joe 658 Tales of the War. +++eeeeeBy J.D, Ballard 659 Wrecked on the Coast of Florida. By Zach Brewste 660 The Boy Mechanie..........By Jas. D. Montague 661 Among the Danites; or, The Price ofa Life.. By Kit Clyde ‘662 New York Noli, the Hazbor Police Boy. seseeeeeee By Kit Clyde }s 663 Young Marion, the Patriot Spy of the Revolu- TOTS peretma ie aes mises ses-+e.--- By Ralph Morton 664 Young America in Egypt; or, The Drummer . Boy’s Bravery....... BY Alexander Armstrong 665 The Shortys’ Country Store—comic...By Peter Pad 666 Gunboat Harry; or, The Navy’s Best Man...... By Col. Ralph Fenton 667 Frank Reade, Jr.’s Great Electric Tricycle, and What He Did for Charity.. -By “*Noname?? 668 Dick Wheel, the Young Roller ‘Skater... Me ered By Percy B. St. John 669 The Ghostly Bell Ringer...... By Horace Appleton 670 Man-of-War Dick; or, Fighting for the Stars Se NU DATS sav aiere Bieacies erecta ee .--by Ralph Morton 671 The Shark Fighters; or, At War with the De- mon Fish........ .By. Harry Rockwood 672 Sam, Saddle the Wiad Horse TAaMEIewvesuee cae ; By Morris Redwing 678 The Young Arctic Explorers; or, In Search of the North Pole. ot s.0. 0... By Harry Rockwood 674 Old One Bye, the Trapper Guide of the North- { SW CSlinteratelctslaiisie stalerenaattetaane .....By ‘‘Noname ”? 675 A Yankee Boy in Moxico.:.....%.. By Don Jenardo 676 Cast Up; or, Adventures on the Briny Deep. By J. I. Brougham 677 Seer. boat Steve. the Boy Pilot of the Missis- SIP plier ete eaa ser cbaeteres By Hal Standish 678 The Yankee Boy Whaler......By Albert J. Booth 679 Little Mike Malloy, the Pride of the Irish Coast. By Corp. Morgan Rattler 680 Dick Twilight’s School Days......... i By Captain Will Dayton 681 Dick, the Engineer...... netic By Albert J. Booth 682 The Sry of the Northwest.....By Jas, D. Montague 683 The Pacific Specter....By Alexancer Armstrong 684 The Lost Whaler; or, Adventures of the North- CTTUNCAS senevanntiater sete omeaeteee By C. Little 685 Panama Pete; or, {he Outlaws of the Isthmus By Hal Standish 686 Sightless Saul, theMysterious Man of Montana, By ‘“* Noname’” 687 Joseph Jump and His Old Blind Nag—comic By Peter Pad 688 A Struggle for Fame; or, Fighting Against Fate. .... aip'sloraisteleie’e Sone BY H. K. Shackleford 689 Jack Hawser’s Tavern—comic..... By Peter Pad 690 Black Diamond Bill; or, The Hero of the Coal Mines senucmoestetisedecoees ceeees By Ralph Royal 691 A Boy With Grit, and How He Made His For- fune..............+..+--By Captain Will Dayton 692 Jack Stowaway; or, Bound to be aTar...... By Howard De Vere 698 The Sunken City. A Tale of Mexico......... By H. K. Shackleford 694 Royal Dick; or, Standing by Tis Chums.. By Hal Standish 695 Wing and Wing; or, The Young Captain of EDESNIVA Way en cwacecea ne mcnetomnioas .By Kit Clyde 696 Dick Davit, the ‘American Boy Middy..By ©, Little. 697 Frank Reade, Jr., With His Air-Smp in Africa Bv **Noname ” ..By ‘* Noname’? ea; or, The Secret of a Boy's Life. By Hal Standish 700 Little Ned, the Leader of the School..:....... By Captain Will Dayton 701 Will o’ the Wisp} or, “The Wila Man of the COastteeresstetemcstecnecs soe MSE by Kit Clyde 702 Acrobat Ned, the Prince of the Air.....by C. Little 708 Jack, the Wrecker’s Son; or, Adventures on the Coast.....................by J. T. Brougham 704 'The Fire Bugs of Chicago....by Jas. D. Montague 706 Lighthouse No. 6; or, The Ghost of the Sea.... by Allyn Draper 706 The Wolf- Fighters; or, The Adventures of Two New York Boys in Minnesota... 0... ness; by Howard De Vere 707 Railroad Larry; or, Always in ot Time...... by Albert J. Booth 708 Bound Together; or, The Young Fire Laddies of Springdale................ by Robert Lennox 709 Two Weeks on eck; or, Abandoned in Mid Ocean..... .... by Hal Standish 710 The Jolly Travele: d the World for Fun—Comiciii sesso es cee wna cees -.. by Peter Pad 411 The Haunted Pioneer; or, Fighting for Texas by ‘‘Noname’? 712 Leaves From & Diary; or, A Young Clerk's MO wallow cecpncascees sete by H. K. Shackleford 713 Boone and the Renegade; or, Life in Ken- TUCKY Soe cesyreececesersccence +.--by Kit Clyde 414 Before the Mast; or, A Sailor Boy’s Travels in Many Seas............ +-....by Jas. D. Montague 715 Monaco, the Jaguar Hunter.....by Hal Standish 716 From Page to Senator; or, Working his Way Up y H. K. Shackleford "17 Brace Oleary’s Country Court—comic...... ee by Tom Teaser 718 Old Rough and Ready; or, The Heroine of MOntereyceevencacte wacece by ‘* Noname ?? 719 Fire Bell Dick; or, The Rival Hook and Ladders by Robert Lennox 720 Kidnapped; or, Forced on a Man o’ War.. by J. G. Bradley 721 Jack 0’ the Plains; or, The Headless Mazeppa by Paul Braddon 722 The Prisoners of the Castle; or, A Blow for Freedom.. Saget sone by Jas. D. Montague 723 Muldoon, the Sport—comic........by Tom Teaser 724 A Newsboy’s Trip Around the World.........- by H. K. Shackleford 725 In Dixie; or, A War Correspondent’ 's Thrilling Adventures. as eeeeeecee---bDY Col. Ralph Fenton 726 The Skeleton Sentinel....by Lieut. BE. H. Kellogg 727 Muidoon’s Vacation—comic......by Tom Teaser 728 The Valleydale Social Club; or Ruined by Wine by H. K, Shackleford 729 Davy Crockett’s Vow; or, His Last Shot for a tine eeeeneunene es DY Kit Clyde 698 Trusty Joe, the Brave Old Scout. 699 Found at 7380 Keeping His Word; or, ‘Lucky '’? Landy’s PlUGK armas cen eter +»--.-bDy Jas. D. Montague 731 Young Tom Drake; or, Bound to bea Captain By the Author of ‘Privateer Tom,” etc., etc. 732 The Mystic Maiden; or, Through Deadly Dan- WETS........-...2..-.-..Dy Corp. Morgan Rattler 733 The Exiled Prince; or, Two Boy Explorers 1n AIASKA Sow ewetatacectiees otis Apa by J. G. Bradley 784 Pilot Boat No, 7 and ItsAmerican Boy Captain by Kit Clyde 735 In the Wild West; or, On The Plains With Buifalo Bill.. .. by Robert Maynard 736 A Sailor Boy’s Kingdom; or, Young America In the South Sea Islands. .by H. K. Shackleford 737 The Forest Mystery.......... by Jas. D. Montague 738 Beaver Ben; or, Three Voyagers in the Yellow- BlONC ics eee see ane ne ..by Kit Clyde 739 A Waif from the: Sea; or, Flung from the Foam by Thomas P, Murray 740 The Book Agent’s Luck—comic.......... by “tla? 741 Dandy Rock, the Man from Texas.........-+.- by D. W. Stevens A Young Man’s Peril by R. T. Emmet 743 Dick Daunt tne Diver; or, Down Among the Sponge-Cutters...... e+eeyee--eDy J. G. Bradley 744 Across the Continent on Wings? or, Frank © Reade, Jr.’s Greatest Flight...... by ‘““Noname?? 745 Lost In an Unknown Sea; or, Adventures Un- der the Barth....,..........by Jas. D. Montague 746 The Shorty Kids; or, Three Chips of Three Old BIOCKS—COMIC........e00esee0 ...by Peter Pad 747 Dick Walton Among the Cannibals... ates 742 Near the Gallows; or, LIBRA R Y---Continued. 3 by W. I, James, Jre 748 The Six Swordsmen; or, The Boy Cavalier. by Richard R, Montgomery 749 The Mutineers; or, Dick Walton in the South RO pe ccksocssnod tececeseees DV W. I. James, Jr 750 Frank Reade, In, Exploring Mexico in His New Air- Ship. Wek wise eeeeee ous by Noname!? 751 a, poets Twins; or, The Cavaliers of Mys- abs cinessecuss . by Richard R. Montgomery 752 Five poate: or, A Cheap Revenge. .......... by Percy B. St, Ton 753 Mike McGuinness; or, Traveling for Pleas- ULE——COMIGHsevaises save aeiset ee ly by Toni Teaser 754 Old Grudge, the Xcout; or, The Castle on tke AKG Nestenyrctciomeseaenie ve leame caer’ by ‘* Noname ? 755 Young Sam Patch, “the Champion Boy Jumper by H. K. Shackleford 756 Little Jack and, His Twenty Boy Firemen,..... by Robert Lennox 757 Dick Spray; or, A Stowaway’s Trip to China.. by J, G. Bradley 758 Barnum’s Hunters; or, Trapping WildAni- _ mals for the Greatest Show on Harth...... By Richard R. Montgomerp 759 The Seven Masks; or, The Quaker City League By Percy B. St. Joma 760 Muldoon’s Night School—comic....by Tom Teaser 761 The Unlucky Miner; or, The Riyals for Dead Man’s Claim...............-..-by Paul Braddon 762 Cal, the Cowboy; or, ‘The one King of Las- BOC Hece eee macanieeclen scien onion by D. W. Stevens 763 His First’ Drink; or A Country Boy's Life in New Tork wee ie hy H. K. Shackleford 764 The Ozar’s Boy Mail-Carrier; or, Young Amer- ica in Russia ....-..........-........by O. Little 765 Trappers and Trailers; or, Battles With the Red Men........ Catene0 .-- by ‘**Noname ” 766 On the Queen's Service .--by J. G. Bradley 767 Tick Tack, the Messeng Oy; or, Sharp Work for a Million...... ....by Robert Lennox 768 Sam Spry, the New York Drummer; or, Busi- ness Before Pleasure—comic....... by Peter Pad 769 A Lost Boy; or Homely Jack’s Luck.......... by R. 1. Emmet 770 The Black Rider. A Story of the Revolution. By Ralph Morton 771 A Week Above the Clouds; or, Cast Adrift in a Balloon. ...... Sha soaacing by Hal Standish 772 The Young Moonlighter; or, An American Boy AIG andes oeers vse eines vy J. T. Brougham 773 Dashing Del, the Knight of the Knife; or, The Maniac Father...........-.--++ by Paul Braddon 774 Little Matt, the Pilot; on, The Perils of the AKG le ore eee s tiles ciccencunemetess ..by C. Little 475 The Irish Boy Monte Gristo.....-.-...- by Corp, Morgan Rattler 776 A Cruise Among Pirates; or, The Blue-beards Osthe Séa see as. seecesc serve ecs DY Mit Clyde 477 The Little Joker—comic........ -.-by Sam Smiley 778 The Two Runaways; or, The Hardships of a Circus Life......................by Hal Standish 779 The School-boys’? League; or, Working His Way Against Odds............by Robert Lennox 780 Lucky Lal, the Newsboy; or, Climbing the Ladder of Fame.......0.2. es ceseaee -by ©. Little 781 Lost in the Land of ‘Snow; or, “two American Boys in the Arctic....;.... tees eby R. T. Emmet 782 Coal Mine Kit; or, The Mule Boy of Diamond Shaft........ eesasseseeeee-sDy Percy B. St. John 783 The Band of 12; or, The Knights of the Trail.. by Paul Braddon 784 Muldoon the Fireman—comic. :...by Tom Teaser 785 Diving for Gold.......2......0seesee 786 The 12 Owls; or, The Secret Band of Chicago by Paul Braddon 787 The Fire King; or, The Yankee Oy Explorer by RK. T. Emmet 788 The Boy Bank Messenger; or, Brave Bob Brad- i shaw’s Secret Foe......-.-.e+ 2022: by OC. Little 789 His Last Cent; or, How Joe Dutton Made His - Fortune..........++...--.--by H. K. Shackleford 790 Born to be a Sailor; or, Bob Dare’s Life on the Water........ ede descssaseeee by Kit Olyde 791 The Electric Man; or, Frank Reade, Jr., in Australia...... See erate NOURI «by Kit Clyde _
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798 The Young Snow Trailers; or, Big Track. the 802 Fearless Phil; “Or, The Hero of Rugged Rilt..+- - 803 The Shortys’ ‘Chiistmas Rackete—comic...... Bo - 808 The Haunted: Beall Tower; 811 Around the Worldina Ball $15 The Biectric Horse; or, Frank Reade, Jr., and W: 823 Footlight Fred’ ihe: ‘Boy ‘Act ‘804 olaim 4; or, The” Hunchback of Placer Pocket thy 792 Satan; or, The Mystery of Ten Years.......-- by Howard De Vere 593. Those Quiet: Twins—comic....++)+s iby Peter Pad 794 The Czar’s “Messenger; or, The Burning “of BEM OSCOW Ie Socieee ie act avces by RT. Emmet cA A Soldier at 16} .or, Fig? jung for the Union... br C. Little 196 Teddy of. the ‘Toll Gate; or, The Man With the Green Shaties...0.2... at y Corp. Morgan Rattler T9T ‘The Mayflower Boys; or, Life in a Yankee (School... 05.6656. -..0s by Percy B. St. John Giant Moose Hunter...... »..-sby Paul Braddon 799 Denny the Clown. A Story of Cireus Life in » T sse-eeeee--bDy Corporal Morgan Rattler g00 On the Rail; or, Perilsin the Life cf a Young Engineer cetesess+Dy Albert J. Booth 801 3,000 Miles ona Bicycle; or, A Race Across the Continent... esees ces ov eee sssse-sdy CO. Little by Paul Braddon by Peter Pad by **Noname ?? 805 The Miser’s Son; or, In Search of Hidden BGOO Sits save ogee s- ie were by H. K. Shackleford 806 The Waifs of New York: ay by NoS. Wood (The Young Araerican Actor). 807 Brian the Bear; or, The Pranks of a Wild trish by Corporal Morgan Rattler 3 or, The Hidden Mys- tery ee bY Percy B. St. Join 809 Two Years on an Tsiand “Of Ice. «by Albert J. Booth 810 A Bootbiack’s Luck «oe. -by C. Little , Thousands of Miles Through the Air.. -by R. T. Emmet $12 The Fur Hunters of Winnipeg...by Paul Braddon $13 Six Weeks Under Ground....... -..-Dy Kit Clyde 814 The President’s Boy; or, The Hero of the White House........s....--------bY H. K. Shackleford His Father in Search of the Lost Treasure of the Peruvians........ ssseeeeese-Dy ‘* Noname?? 816 Lion Luke, the Boy Animal Tamer by Percy B. ‘St. John 817 Carillo, the Corsair; or, The Mysterious Mon- arch of the Meditérranean...... by J. G. Bradley 318 Fearless-Phil’s Uliase.......-.---by "Paul Braddon 519 The Ghost_of the School- House...... -.by C. Little 820 The Young Avenger; or, The Knight of the Silk rises tutvevt.s Dy- by Percy B. St. John 822 Dick the Midady; or, A ‘Boy's Lifé'on a Man-o- -by- J.'G. “Bradley Bound tobe 4s = «by N.S. Wood ead yis Life of Fain by Peter Pad WSU. eee seve cs eee ee 824 A Rolling Stones or, Seok of the Little Big. Horn, Staseewet 827 A Queer | Race. The Story ofa Sir ange’People by William Westall 828 Kit Carson's Boy Trapper. by Paul Braddon 829 Slippery Ben, the Boy Spy ofthe Revolution.. 830 Paddy Miles” Luck; or, The Irisli Boy Miner. - by Corp. Morgan Rattler 831 The Boy Fish; or, Little Dick the Diver.. -by R. 7. Emmet $32 Ben the Bowsman; or, Adventures in the Mon- tezuma SWAMD. fcecsss yess cece ties ee by CG, Little 833 The Mastodon’s Cave; Two Wide’ Awake Boys in the Far West......by Percy B. St, John $84 The Boy Stage Driver; or, The Hero of Rocky Passis. cesses on sa esos esby Paull Bracdon $35 From Newsboy UD; or, A New ‘York Boy in Business. : by N. S. Wood (The Young ‘American ‘Actor) $36 Alonein the Wild West; or, 4 New York Boy’s Searelifor Butfalo Bill... -by C. Little $39. From New York to San Francisco in a Catama- “] FAM ioe de de creeseseeeeeee-.- Dy John Sherman “g40 A Young fy, Gould; or, A Boy Among the . $48 Billy the Bugler. A Story of Mouey Kings.............-by He K. Shackleford “84. Only an Errand :Boy; or, Getting Up in the = GWorld. 7 «by R. 'T. Emmet 842 Jack Re y’s School Scrapes—comic.by Peter Pad 843) The” ée=Boat. Boys; .or.,Cruising on Frozen Watérs ‘in the Northwest.........vby 0. Little , 84d “Tite: ‘Blind Joe; or, The Sharks of New York. = by Nas. Wood (fhe Young American Actor) pets ; 845 Young ironclad, the Boy Gunner.by John Sherman 846 The Boy Gold Hunters; or, Young New : York in @alifornia...4.-.... seteee DY RaTe Emmet 847 The Shortys in the Wild West mic.by Peter Pad Go rnor’s Island ~ and New YorKes:... ty32.sby Ce Little “ $49 Frank Reade, ree eee e Throtgh the Clouds. irby, ‘Noname”’ 850 A Lucky Boy; or, see Mystery of an-Jron By R, T. Emmet WeoaDY, Talbot Baines Reed 852 The Boy Crusoes; or, The Young Castaways of the Pacitic..........by St. George Rathborne $53 Jerry the Tumbler; or, The Wonder of the Ring.....ss..s----.by Corporal Morgan Rattler 854 Ned, the Bound Boy; or, Through 100 Miles of ORB issy olcws se occscewceocsscescosieeD YO. Lithle 855 Frank Reade, Jr., aud His Electric Team..... by ““Noname”? 856 The Shortys’ Christmas Snaps—comic........ . by Peter Pad 857. Two Waifs: cr. Afloat in New York...ssssece- by N. 8S. Wood (The Young American Actor) 858 reatiead Phil in Disguise; or, The Tiger’s Last sie PlOtes ewe by Paul Braddon 859 A Southern Boy. in New York; or, Bound to Make His Money..........by H, K, Shackleford 860 Steamboat Billy; or, The State- Rooni Secret... 861 The Boy Lion Tamers; or, Adventures in Africa 862 Ont With Kit Carson. A Story of the Early Days of Kansas.................by R. T, Emmet 863 The Boy Samson; or, Taking Care of Himself. by CO. Little 864 The Boy From New York; or, A Fight for Five MINIONS. #28¥.scesc0e nest -by Percy B. St. Jolin 865 Smart & Co. the Boy Peddlers—comic. So tdeee by Peter Pad 866A Chicago Boy; or, Up From the Lowest. . By John Sherman 867 An Old Boyg or, Maloney After Education— COMIOsi- dhidewacvechasocssceaedessDy 0 OMULCASOL 868 The Boy Telegraph Operator; or, The Mystery of a Midnight Message-...by Col. Ralph Fenton 869 Dick Boldhero; or, The Strange Adventures of a Young Yankee Sailor......,.Written by Himself $870 Garry the Greenhorn; or, From Stowaway to Senator.,.........-by Corporal Morgan Rattier 871 From Brrand Boy to Lawyer; or, Bound to be’. Ab the Top... s.cesesocesessceeDy R. T. Emmet 872 Bob Allen’s Ranch; or, A Cattle King at 17... + by_C. Little 873 Behind the Scenes; or, Out with a New York Combination—comic...... sseeceee DY Peter Pad 874 A Boy Among the White Caps; or, A Victim of the Lash by Paul Braddon 875 General Washington's Boy; or, The Youngest Soldier.in the Revolution...:.by Ralph Morton 376 Pawnee Bill and the Oklahoma Boomers...-. by Geo. W. Goode 877 Frank Reade, Jr.’s Search for a Sunken Ship; or, Working for the Government.by ‘*Noname”’ 878 Young Captain Tom Drake; or, In Search of the Pirate’s Home...........c.00.-: f by the Author of ** Captain Tom Drake, etc. 879 A Bad Boy’s Note Book—comic.........Dy tea? $50.:Dhe Young Railroad King} or, From Brake- ; ‘man to President.......- aby. "Col. Ralph Fenton 851 Joe; Junk, the Whaler; or, Anywhere for Fun 1 ZCOMIC Misusts sheds ascevese oe «by Peter Pad 882 Lost on'the Atlantic..-..--.. -by_ Howard De Vere 883 Monitor Matt; or, The Giantof the:-Waves. (A _.. Story, of the Great Rebellion: ..by Ralph Morton 884 The»Boy Rovers; or, The Adyentures of Two PIUCKY3BOYS.00, 2.00.5 s cesses tebesceebysOalittle 885 His Own Boss; or, The Boy Captain of Cat- head Lake.......-sie. ----..by Percy B. St. John 88h Braving the:Flood; or, The Plucky Fight of Two Johnstown Boys... ae by R. T. Emmet 887 Muldoon the solid Man—comic. ee by. Tom Teaser. 888 The Boy Star; or, From the Footlights to For- tilller¢isvcs furs ones cejoceeese- DY N.S. Wood 989 The Young Commander; or, A New York Boy in the Southern Wate-<s see -«by Ralph Morton 890 Two in a Box; or, The Long ana Short ot it—COMIC. seer eeceseses seeeeoeeeeDY TOM Teaser ‘891 The Soldier’s Son; or, The Secret ofthe House ...by R. J. Emmet | - $87 The Secret of the Sealed Gold Mines.by** Noname ”” *$38 Little Blondin, the Tight-Rope Walker. *A Story of New York... %. of Highs Pines. ly C. Little 896 The Boy Slave of- the sean or, The Mystery of the Treasure Ship.......by Percy B. St. Jolin 897 A Bad Egg; or, Hard to Crack—comic.. by ‘Tom Teaser 893 Two ears With a Pirate; or, The Phantom “Ship of the Gold Coast. Fat ere) p J. G. Bradley 899 Muldoon’s Boarding House-comic.by Tom Teaser 900 The Boy Diamond King; or, The Yeung Monte Christo of New _York.........by ©. Little 901 Ikey; or, He Never Got Left-comic. by Tom Teaser 902 The Armorer’s Son; or; The Mystery of the _- Tower Of LONAOD,,.+++eceese0.eby Allyn Draper 908 Jimmy. Grimes; or, Sharp Smart &)Sassy— COMIC. scasceesseusesc fooeesucesseD¥ TOM Teaser 904 Dick GSMMEY; or, Fighting for a Fortune..... ; Sby Corparal Monesuk Rattler LATEST ISSUES OF “Cent Wide Awake Library. 905 Tom Quick, the Avenger of the Delawareress by R. ‘I's Emmet 906. Sam Switch the Boy. Engineer; or, Beginning at the Bottom..c2e sseses Soestee by Albert J. Booth 907 Daring Dave the Divers or, The Prince of ’ SWIMMETS. «2.04 e00ccceeesr eves vecsesDY O, Little 908 Sam; OF; The Troublesome ROMO UE ues by Peter Pad 909 Velvet Van; or, Deadly Gnp and His Ppemvn a Bands Riecsie cownceosssccoeeeby Paut Braddon 910. A Smart New York Boy; or, From Poyerty to Wealth... scvse..sceeeeceesceoe DY JON Sherman 911 Foretop’ Tom; or, A Yankee Sailor Boy Among the Malay Pirates. oc... by J. G. Bradley 912 Bulger Boom, the Inventor— comic,.by Peter Pad -| 913 Out in'the Streets. A Story of High and Low Lifein NEW. York .ss00 so swidia Set ies ceeds by N..S. Wood (The Young American Actor). 914 The Swauip Demon; or, Lost For Two Years ~ . by R. T. Emmet 915 Denver Dan,_Jr., the Stage Driver; or, The Mystery of Golden Gulch. Gorey “Noname ?? 916 Mildoon’s Brother Daun—comic...by Tom, Teaser — 917 Buitalo Bul’s Boy Broncho Breaker; or, The - Youngest Hero ~ the Plains..by Paul Braddon 918 A Sailor at Fill: or, From Cabin Boy to Captain, ..ccc.sccssescree -sareby J. Ge Bradley 919 Henpecked—Ccomic...........--....-by Peter Pad 920° Homeless Hat; or, A Poor Boy’s Life ina Great City. gay eee SRY, Captain Will Dayton 921 Wild Bill's Loy Partner; or, The Redskins’ Goll Secret. o..ccs.ceceosceosc DY Paul Braddon 922 Mulddon’s Christmas—comic ... -by Tom Teaser 923 Captain Jack Ihe Pirate’s Foe; or. The Devil- ; fish of the 1nd... ...ccveence by Roger Starbuck 924 A Bad Boyat Schocl—comic........... by Ed.” 925 Mr. McGinty—comic..............by Tom Teaser 926 Lineman Joe. the Boy Telegraph Climber-...- by ©. Little 927 Shipped to Chinas or, Tne ‘Life o: a Ranaway OVnesssosesuccecceeccevetsoss DY Je Ge BIAdIeY, 998 Searching for Stanley; or Tom Stevens’ Ad-» ventures in Africa couresesby R, T. Emmet ~ 929- Boarding-School; or, Sam Bowser at Work- ~ and Play—comic. srevcocneceyeose: DY Veter rad 930 Young Magic; or, The “Boy “with @ Charmed - Life 2.5. escscooscsveus evecoss es DY Pauly Braddon 931- Muldoon Ont Westcomicsiiscs: by Tom ‘leaser 932 The Boy Treasure Hunters; or, Searching for : Lost Money... uece ee. sccoese DY JOhN Sherman 933 Senator Muldoon—comic...: weeoe DY TOM Teaser 934 Sam Johnson, the Negro Detective, by Harry Kane 935 Frank Reade. Jr., in the Far West; or, The_ Search for a Lost Gold Mine. .../ by “ Noname?? 936 The Waif of Mystery Island; or, The Adven- tures of a Boy Who Was Kidzapped......~ by Roger Starbuck 937 The Mystery of the Sealed Door: or, The Old- est House in New York......2..by R. T. Emmet 938 Islund No. 7; 0r, The Pirates ort ake Michigan a by Geo. W. Goode 939 Our Landlord; or, Life in French’ Hate—toriic by Peter Pad 940 From Jockey to Judge; or. The- ‘Boy Who Was __ ALWAYS ANCAdc...ceeececedccecscee cs by C. Little 941 Alone in New York; or, Ragged Rot the News-- boy.by N. 8. Wood (The Young American Actor) 942 The Roy Express Messenger; or, Fighting the — Train Robbers. .<<::.......... by John Sherman 943 Next Door; or, The Irish Twins—comic...... ~ by ‘Tom Teaser’ 944 The Limbless Hunter; or, Si Sloeum’s Revenge” by Roger Starbuck 945, The Boy in Red; or, The Ozar's Masked Mea- Pe SONGELs sae dseleceicie rs - 2 by R: T.' Emmet 946 Adriftin the Antarctic; wo Years on a Continent Of 1c@.vs.0eere<es sso see -s DY O. Little 947 The Aldermen: Sweeneys of New pin deel by Tom Teaser — 948 Pawnee’ Bill: or, The White Chief's First°War Wralleviec.sscesvseetssieacess by Paul Braddon 949 The-Boy Showman; or, A Circus Manager at -*— Sixteen...ls.sceese-cene «dV JObN Sherinan £50 Tip-Top Teddy. the Young Foretopman: 1) on Four Yeears Before the Mast... by J. G. Bradley ce 951 Mrs. Browh’s Boarding-House—comic. 20... '-. by Peter Pad 952 The Boy Sheriff, or, The Reauistors Of Pecovi» Valleycsesccidenc soeneas SES IPB OE ‘Emmet 53 The Buried Gold Ship; or, The Sailor Boy's GhOstexcnsoimdcssd veetevesecseuse es UVLO Little 954 Our Future Presidents: or, The Oak ThatCame From the Acorn—Comic..2...s0.. by Peter Pad 955 Generai Crook’s Boy Gnide;. or, “The Great Indian Fighter's Black Hills. rail sais eck: _ by Paul Braddon 956 Three Yankee Boys in Africa: orsThe Giants, ~ of the Congo...,...........by Percy B. St. Jonn 957. The Boy Surveyor; or, Running Out a Rail-. ; road in the Indisn Conntry. ..by John Sherman 958 Rob Rounds, the Young Fireman.....by G.Little 959 Muldoon’s Base peu Clab—comic. ny Tom shale?