Batting to Win

n on the diamond, and won the championship at football, some of the old grads and men who have such 'oodles' of money that they don't know what to do with it, have a kindlier feeling for

orth winning, so

e to tell you

dy to consult him about some

exclaimed Tom

use Proc. Zane made

fice, and he had just received a letter from some old grad, honorary degree man, offering the gold cup. Doc asked me if I thought the boys

" agreed To

e've got to elect a manager soon, and we'd better begin talking about it," and th

far from Lake Tonoka; and within comparative short distance of Randall were two other colleges. One was Boxer Hall, and the other Fairview Institute-the latter a co-educational institution. The three, togeth

d little if any introduction to the characters who have held the stage in my openin

ll from Northville. Almost at once he got into conflict with Fred Langridge, a rich student, who was manager of the 'varsity ball nine, and also its pitcher, and who resented Tom's efforts to "make" the nine. After much

lso how Randall won the championship after a hard struggle with Boxer and Fairview, in which games Tom Parsons fairly "pitched his head off," to quote Holly Cross, who was an expert on diamond slang. Langridge did his best to injure Tom, and nearly succeeded, but the p

igh and broad distance jumper; "Bean" Perkins, a "shouter" much depended on in games, when he led t

cient to say that he "made good" in the eyes of the coach, Mr. Leighton, and was booked not only to

n the 'varsity eleven, but, for a time it looked as if he would be out of the most important games. His mother was very ill in Florida, in dange

octored" a bottle of liniment he used, but this trick failed. Then they planned to send him, just before an important contest, a telegram, stating that his mother was dying. They figure

as dying. It was pluck personified. After aiding his fellows to win the championship, Phil hurried off the field, to go to Florida to his mother. Then, for the fi

s found out, and they both left Randall quietly, so

at was because Tom had rather supplanted Langridge in the eyes of Miss Tyler, who had been to many affairs with him, before she knew his true character. Then there was Ruth Clinton, Phil's sister. After meeting her Tom was rather wavering in his attachment toward Miss Tyler, but matters straightened themselves out, for Phil and Miss Tyler

s revered so much was Mr. Andrew Zane, the proctor, disliked; for, be it known, the proctor did not always take fair advantage of the youths, and he was fond of having them "upon the carpet," or, in othe

woman hater-a misogynist-an anchorite-a dub-almost anything along that line that his chums could think to call him. He abhorred young ladies-or he thought he

om in various tangled attitudes in chairs-Phil in the de

"But first I want to see what sort of a team I'm going to have.

ar the rain stoppin

h for another deluge." And it did seem so, for, presently, th

it by your town clock, anyhow?" and he shied a book at the alarm timepiece so that the face of i

o?" demanded Tom. "Do you want

e a good fellow. I don't see how I missed it. I must practice throwing, or I won't be an

posing his arm in front

ng-song voice: "Oh, vandal, spare that clock, touch not a single

rd. "It tells you how much longer you can sleep in the morning, I guess

r," insisted Tom. "He thought he could improve

t back yet,"

o long. Sid wants to look out or he'll be caught. Proc. Zane has a new book, and he wants to

he began to prepare for bed. "

ll being hauled up. But maybe he's back, and is

ere was an uneasy feeling worrying them both. They could not understand Sid's action in going off so suddenly, and so mysteriously-especially as there was a dan

a low voice, when from the chapel c

exclai

the corridor-two persons

Sid?" whi

in the light that streamed from a lamp in the corridor, S

n the morning," the proctor said, in his hard, cold voice

, as he closed the door, and listened

, though there was

eplied Si

p in bed, and trying to peer through th

answer, which w

have been hitting it up, Sid. I thought you di

ng!" came the answer,

been at the smoker of the Gamm

but they were doing a great deal of thinking. They could not fathom Sid's manner-he had never acted that way before. What could be the matter? It was some