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Fraser was in the box for the Bostons, and he,
too, was pitching first-class ball. But the Giants
by the end of the fourth inning were beginning to
solve his delivery. The hits were getting a sharper
ring to them and going out more on a line. But
superb fielding helped the Bostonian out of several
tight places and he "got by" until the fifth.

Then the Giants broke the ice. Larry sent a
corking single out to center. Denton whaled out a
tremendous hit that had all the earmarks of a
home run. But Walters, by a wonderful sprint,



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got under it and Larry, who had rounded second,
had all he could do to get back to first before the
throw in.

''Highway robbery," growled Denton, as he
went disconsolately back to the bench.

Willis went out on strikes, but Becker poled out
a crashing three-bagger that brought Larry over
the rubber for the first run of the game and sent
the stands into hysterics.

Becker was caught napping a moment later and
the inning ended. The New Yorkers were hilar-
ious while the Boston rooters were correspond-
ingly depressed.

"You're getting to him, boys!" yelled McRae.
"We'll drive him to the tall timber before long."

But Fraser had views of his own on that sub-
ject and refused to be driven. He had no ambition
to be slaughtered to make a New York holiday.

Still, though he uncorked a dazzling assortment
of shoots and slants, the Giants scored another
run in the sixth though it took two singles, two
passes and a wild pitch before it was finally re-
corded.

Iredell beat out a slow roller to Hobbs and
took second on a single by Curry to right field.
Both of them were advanced a base on a wild pitch
that just touched the tips of Thompson's fingers
as he leaped for it, and rolled all the way to the
Bostons' dug-out before it was regained. Joe was



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purposely passed, Fraser thinking that with the
bases full a double play might pull him out of
danger.

Mylert hit to Hobbs, forcing Iredell at the
plate, although he made a great slide. Another
pass given to Burkett forced Curry home for the
second run of the game, leaving the bases still
full. Larry was at the bat and there was a great
chance to "clean up," as he was frantically urged
to do by the excited spectators. But the best he
could do was to tap weakly to Fraser who fired
it back to the plate making a force out. Thomp-
son, in turn, shot it to Hobbs in plenty of time to
get the runner, making a sharp and snappy double
play.

"We ought to have made more out of that than
we did," growled McRae. "That's what I call
bush league work. To have the bases full twice
#nd as the result of it all one little measly run!"

"Never mind, John," chuckled Robson. "It's
one more to the good, anyway, and even if it is
measly I'll bet that Boston would be mighty glad
to have one like it."

In the seventh inning, Walters, the first man up,
sent up a high foul that Burkett and Mylert
started for at once. Larry, who was field captain,
shouted to Burkett to take the ball. But Mylert
either did not hear or trusted to his own judgment
and collided forcibly with the first baseman, both



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going to the ground with a crash, while the ball
dropped between them.

The other players rushed to the spot and lifted
the players to their feet. Luckily, they were not
unconscious although badly shaken, but it was fully
five minutes before the game was resumed.

Walters' second effort was a sharp grounder
straight at Denton, which the latter shot to first
in plenty of time. But the ball went high and
rolled almost to the right field wall. By the time
it was retrieved, Walters had got around to third
amid the frantic acclamations of the Boston root-
ers who thought they saw at last a chance to
score.

With a man on third, no man out and some of
the heaviest sluggers coming up, it looked as
though the Red Sox would break their string of
zeros.

A long fly to the outfield, even though caught,
would in all probability bring in Walters from
third.

But Joe tightened up and struck out the next
man up in three pitched balls. He made Hobbs
chop a bounder to the box on which Walters did
not dare to try for the plate. Then with two out
he beguiled Girdner into sending up a towering
foul which Mylert caught almost without stirring
from his position. Poor Walters, left at third,
hurled his cap to the ground in a movement of



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despair, and the gloom about the Boston section
of the stands could be fairly felt.

The Bostons now were growing desperate.
They bunted. They tried to wait Joe out. They
sought to rattle him by finding fault with his posi-
tion in the box. They put in pinch hitters. They
pulled all the "inside stuff" they knew.

"But Joe obstinately refused to "crack." He
"had everything" on the ball. His change of pace
was perfect. His curves worked beautifully. His
drop ball broke sharply, inches below their
bats.

"All over but the shouting," chuckled McRae,
as the Red Sox came in for their last inning.

But two minutes later he was pale as chalk
while the Boston partisans were in delirium.

Girdner sent an easy grasser to Larry, who
booted it, and the batter reached first. Stock fol-
lowed with a bunt that Denton slipped down on as
he ran in for it. These mishaps must have got on
Burkett's nerves, for he squarely muffed Thomp-
son's pop fly that any "busher" could have
caught.

There were three men on bases, though none
had made a hit. No man was out, and Cooper,
the slugger of the Boston team, was coming to the
plate.

A hit of any kind would bring in two men and
tie the game. A two-bagger would clear the bases



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and put Boston in the lead. The Red Sox rooters
were on their feet and screaming like mad.

Joe shot over a ball at which Cooper refused
to "bite." The next one, however, suited him bet-
ter, and he sent it hurtling toward the box like a
bullet.

Joe saw it coming two feet over his head. Like
a flash he leaped up and caught it in his ungloved
hand. He turned and shot it over to Denton at
third. Denton touched the bag putting out Gird-
ner who had turned to go back and then got the
ball down to Larry before Stock could get back to
second.

It was a triple play! The game was over, the
Series was won and the Giants had become the
champions of the world!

For a moment the crowd was fairly stunned.
Then wild howls and yells arose and an uproar en-
sued that was deafening. Staid citizens forgot
their dignity and danced up and down like mad-
men, utter strangers hugged each other, straw hats
were tossed into the air or smashed on their own-
ers' heads. Then the crowd hurdled over the
stands and swooped down on the players who were
making tracks as fast as they could for the club-
house to escape the deluge.

"A no-hit game! A triple play!" gasped
McRae, as he almost wrenched Joe's arm from its
socket. "Joe, you're a wonder. And now for that



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tour around the world. You've got to go with me',
Joe. I won't take No for an answer. You'll be
our greatest drawing card."

How Joe accepted the invitation and the start-
ling events that followed will be told in the next
volume of the series, to be entitled: "Baseball Joe
Around the World; Or, Pitching on a Grand
Tour."

It was a long time before Joe could tear himself
away from his hilarious team-mates and reach his
party at the Marlborough. How his mother cried
over him in her joy and pride, how Mr. Matson
wrung his hand and patted his shoulder hardly
trusting himself to speak, how Clara hugged and
kissed him, how Mabel would have liked to do the
same but did not dare to, how Jim and Reggie
mauled and pounded him — all this can be easily
guessed. They were happy beyond all words.

But there was an impalpable something in the
air that gradually thinned out the party. Mrs.
Matson motioned her husband to come with her.
Jim and Clara, only too glad of the excuse, slipped
away, casting a roguish glance behind them, and
even the obtuse Reggie remembered a letter he
had to write and vanished.

Joe and Mabel, left alone, looked at each other,
but Mabel's eyes fell instantly before what they
read in Joe's. Her cheeks flushed, her breath came
faster and she began to tremble.



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"Mabel," Joe began, a trifle huskily.

"Yes, Joe," she faltered.

He took her little glove from his pocket and
bent toward her tenderly.

"This little glove of yours has done wonders
for me," he said. "It has helped me to win two
championships. But these victories are nothing to
me unless I win you, too. Will you be my wife,
Mabel — will you? You know I love you."

He read his answer in the beautiful eyes full of
love and trust that she turned up to his. The
next instant she was in his arms.

Decidedly, it was Joe's winning day.

And that good right arm of his had made it a
winning day also for hosts of others. The whole
National League was aflame with exultation. The
city of New York was wild with joy. And every
member of the Giant team was tasting the delights
of victory to the full.

They had all played their parts well and ably.
But they knew perfectly well that more credit be-
longed to Joe than to any one else and they were
loud in their praises of his skill and courage.

"I've seen some dandy pitching in my life," Rob-
son declared to the group of Giant players who
had gathered round for an impromptu jollification,
"but that performance of Matson's this afternoon
was far and away the best of all. He was as
cool as a cucumber and it was impossible to rattle



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him. He couldn't have done better. He's the
greatest pitcher in the League to-day, barring
none!"

"Right you are!" exclaimed McRae, clapping
him on the shoulder. "I tell you, Robbie, it was a
great day for New York when I signed Baseball
Joe for the Giant team 1"



THE END










THE BA SEBALL JOE SERIES

BY LESTER CHADW1CK

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Joe is an everyday country boy who loves
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Joe's great ambition was to go to boarding
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