The Vanity of Human Wishes (1749) and Two Rambler papers (1750)

r the Princeton goal line, and suppressing that detail of the Foundation House's supposed contribution, which had lent such a peculiar

with safety pins, stationed himself in the outfield behind a catcher's mitt, for preliminary

in his glove, was promoted to centerfield; Susie Satterly, who had stopped two grounders, took left; while Beekstein w

seemed unequal, was not in reality so, Tough McCarty and Cheyenne Baxter being an unusually strong battery, while the infield, with Butsey White at first, the White Mountain Canary at sec

to the terrific cannonade of Nick Carter, the lengthy pitcher of the Cleve. The curious thing was that on this point Stover himself was quite undecided. Was he a coward, or was he not? Would his legs go back on him, or would he st

success-not a ball came his way. With his fielding

the hole," came the shrill voice of Fate in t

h seemed to weigh a ton. Then Cheyenne Baxter joi

. (Pick out an easy one, Stuffy, and bang it on the nose. Hi-yi, good waiting, Stuffy) Nick Carter's wild as a wet hen. All he's got is a fast outcurve. Now, what you want to do is to edge up close to the plate a

w?" said Dink i

House. Step right into it. What? Three strikes? Say, Mr. U

tired, appealing frantically to the four qu

the slightly-crouching position of Cheyenne Baxter. Then he looked out for a favorable opening. The field was thronged with representatives of the Cleve House. He t

ow a chance?" he thought, eying uneasily the quick, jerky prepar

ask at his elbow. "We've got an umpire that can't be bluffed.

, and the ball, like the sweep of a swallow from the ground, sprang direct

," said t

ts rose from the

put him out

er tr

him

eye, D

's th

t and ruthfully forced hi

perceiving Baxter's frantic signals. "It might h

d on a martyr's death. But the next ball comi

o high," sai

d the ball had made when it had whistled by his ears had unnerved him. Before he could summon back his heroic resolves Carter, with a su

said the umpir

, Carter cast down his glove and trod on it, wh

wild ball and went in a daze to first, where to h

the boy,

n eye like Ch

't fool R

e's a w

im steal

e field was open, all his, the Cleve House representatives were a lot of dubs, butterfingers and fumblers, anyhow! Under Cheyenne Baxter's directions he w

ie Satterly and Beekstein

er or retrieve the sky-scraping fly. It was a great game. He felt a special aptitude for it and wondered why he ha

gging vicious holes in the glove, that looked like a

the Green House came up to the last inning with the score of 2 to 1 in their favor,

or the last half of the ninth inning, determined to shut

eal triumphantly. No chances had come to him in the field, but at bat he had accidently succeeded in being hit, and tho

, moving restlessly, and he added to himself: "

struck out; another error of the temperamental White Mountain Canary put a man on third

batter," came Cheyenne

ellow-fielders. "One more and

inal play, the man on second

" said C

d rose to his toes, as he ha

d the ball meeting the bat, floated

it had chosen his glove from all the other gloves in the field. It came slowly, endlessly, the easiest, ge

SHRIEKING AND MURDEROUS

, irresistibly, slowly, while, horribly fascinated, he stood powerl

! He gave a howl and broke for the House, and behind him, pell-mell, shrieking and murder

the walk, burst through the door, jumped the stairs, broke into his room,

struck the door like

p, you

door, yo

nedict

ou white-li

qui

hicken

cow

the wooden chair convulsively, w

faces of Tough McCarty, the White Mountain Canary, Che

ic fear, and, advancing, he swung the chair mur

of voices

reshes

erve o

reak in

me

ut, Fre

it on

cked th

I get my ha

skin

of Butsey White app

et me right

ans

me in r

no a

let me in to my r

ontinued

tones, "I'm coming right over the t

in seized

ly drew up one foot, and then convulsively d

and then the battling face of Tough

n me and I'll rip

" said Stov

r, you little varmi

you com

and you don't dare to

c and he was cornered. He rushed wildly to the breach and deliv

the champion angered

t to be

boo

ill to-

reappeared for

er at the embattled Stover. "You're a muff,

d the Coffee-

catch you, yo

e White Mou

kon with me

acles, each member of the outraged nine climbed to

s, his eyes on the great, lumbering m

"disgraced. It's all over-all o