Baseball Joe on the Giants

oe as he hung up his hat and coat in t

a similar fashion his sister Clara. "How are you, Dad?" and he smiled affectionately at his father, who was sitting by th

up in her eyes as she looked upon him fondly. "I'm

now?" asked Joe in pretende

r. "Of course, he doesn't know what we mean. He hasn't set the whole town talking. He didn't save a baby from

u mean the matter o

, "we mean the matter

ions and though he sought to minimize what he had done, they succeeded in

nd told us all about what your high mightiness did. To hear them talk, I've got a brother with the brain of a Socrates and

awful lot out of a very little. I just had the luck to be Johnny-on-the-s

uietly, and Joe felt his heart warm; for praise from th

son, her feeling of pity for the "under dog" asserting

him and said that there were no bones broken. He'll come aroun

w who he is?" inq

"I heard some one say that he had been staying at

Bilkins baby for?" asked Clara. "Did he

ht him back to town unconscious, and she had caught a glimpse of him when he snatched the baby from the c

rs. Matson, softly. "It must h

lding it. But the minute I grabbed it, it began to yell like mad. Seemed to think t

or something like that," said Clara, indignantly. "Y

t in the supper, and at sight of it Joe forgot the

teaming, savory repast. "I give you fair warning, Mo

mother. "The best in the house isn

onversation was rather fragmentary, as he devoted himself to

at back after dessert. "If I could knock out one o

d Mrs. Matson brought out her mending, while

ous twinkle in his eye. "Do you suppose a minister would have been as

what reconciled to the idea by the success that Joe had won and the fact, as shown in his own life, that he could be a ball player and at the same time an upright, mor

ternoon because you were so good at throwing the ball. And yet you might be a m

t, Momsey, stick to your guns. But what's this?" h

afternoon just before dark. I was so flustered by all that had happened it went clear

llow envelope and his eye r

cried, "and it's dated fro

glint of mischief in her eye. "Are

red her w

at himself because of the red flush he could

hat are you getting so red about,

way it reads: 'Am coming on. See if you can find Talha

ed Clara, coming closer an

ther. "Talham Tabbs is the name of the man I k

f the family group. Even Mr. Matson was stirred ou

now that?" as

he name the man registered unde

n there be between Reggie Varley

ng thing about a telegram. It tells just enough to get you worked up and t

ed some crime," suggested Mr. Matson. "Els

gie sometimes takes queer notions. There was a ti

ed the episode alluded to, but at the

een sitting next to the valise owned by a dudish young man dressed in the height of fashion and possessed of what he fondly thought was a pronounced English

-control of the latter that prevented a serious row between the two. The matter had been patched up, and

the brother, he ought to feel very differently toward the sister, a resolution that was helped very much by a pair of charming brown eyes, a wonderful complexion and sundry other advantages no less pleasing. Miss Mabel, on her part, knew a handsome, athletic young man when she saw one, and the romantic circumstances of their meeting helped to increase the impression h

, despite his little foolish peculiarities. He had apolog

elegram. "Well, that's an easy job. The jail auth