The Chums of Scranton High Out for the Pennant

ure of a calamity had come upon them, for if his poor, hard-working wife had found it difficult, even with the generous help of good frien

ho was believed to be long since dead, because he led such an adventurous life. And surely they co

u's face impressed Hugh as one of strange import. He could not make it out at all, and even found himself vaguely wondering whether this man might not a

of their childhood days. A thousand things were apt to come up, and even a c

. Indeed, he rather outdid himself on this occasion, as though determined to make a good show

in the nature of a fraud, a delusion, and a snare. He did not doubt the identity of Brother Lu, but as to the genuine nature of his malady, that was another question entirely, and Thad could not be impressed again. He fully believ

m, the light of honest indignation glowing in his eyes; "this t

ance of his being an impostor, Hugh would consider it his duty to warn Mr. Hosmer, so that with the help of his wife they might catch the fellow in some sort of trap and expose him. Even though he did turn out to be the g

Hugh anticipated, Thad "boiled over" as soon as they were out of earshot of the Hosmer cottage. Turning to look back he had seen the wretched hobo being tenderly escorted in

devoured all that food at a sitting? No man wasting away with consumption could stuff like that. And see how fat he is in the bargain; why, he'd make two of old Mr. Hosmer. Yet they a

unlike his usual cool demeanor. Undoubtedly he was, as he had sa

is little game. You know he asked us to come over and see him, when he would kee

cle of foundation except in his brain. He's no ignoramus, that's sure, and if he hasn't traveled in all

" the other continued. "I'll set Matilda to fixing a trap or two th

ing himself like a barnacle or a leech on them that I hate to consider. It makes me think of bow the Old Man of the Sea, after being helped by Sindbad the Sa

good people of the town who are interested in the welfare of Mr. Hosmer a

gry herself than that any one related to her should suffer, even a little. Just think of that beast being installed in their home. Every time he thinks it necessary to stir up a little extra

h at hearing thi

much feeling for the woes of a poor old

t doesn't deserve a grain of pity. Remember, Hugh, I'm not referring to her husband, who is a good fellow, and doing all he can to get his strength back again, so he can go to his trade, and allow her to take things

I really believe she would refuse, even if they declared they would have to decline to assist her further unless she chased Brother Lu away from her cottage home. He knows her character,

of a nature to cause Hugh to fancy the other were punching some fellow's head in

her, as they prepared to separate. "We've got a game ahead of us, remember, and it'

nothing interfere with my work as a backstop. I'm feeling in tip-top condition right now, and everyth

leville meet the next Saturday, though we expect to play another team from Jenkintown, just to keep our hands in, you know. Our next jo

ds, Hugh, we can turn our attention to

ce more holding down the railroad ties in his journeying through the country. I've read that it's mighty hard for a genuine tramp to settle down to any civi

p means to play the game to the limit. As long as he isn't half starved he'll hang on there, and work upon the sympathy of those poor people. The only sure way to get him disl

uch an easy snap as the conditions seemed to imply. Hugh found himself wondering just how the fellow would take it. Brother Lu was becoming something of a mystery to Hugh, and he

rs over again--baseball matters, I mean, of co

hat slugging nine over in Belleville. I hope Alan Tyree keeps up his good work in the box. Lately he's seemed to be doing finely, and Mr. Saunders declares he coul