Weatherby's Inning: A Story of College Life and Baseball
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Barbour Ralph Henry. Weatherby's Inning: A Story of College Life and Baseball
CHAPTER I. COWARD!
CHAPTER II. AN INTERRUPTION
CHAPTER III. MR. TIDBALL INTRODUCES HIMSELF
CHAPTER IV. CATCHER AND PITCHER
CHAPTER V. AN ENCOUNTER IN THE YARD
CHAPTER VI. IN DISGRACE
CHAPTER VII. AT THE BATTING NETS
CHAPTER VIII. THE LAST STRAW
CHAPTER IX. ANTHONY STUDIES A TIME-TABLE
CHAPTER X. FLIGHT
CHAPTER XI. ANTHONY MAKES A STATEMENT
CHAPTER XII. A FLY TO LEFT-FIELDER
CHAPTER XIII. JOE IS PESSIMISTIC
CHAPTER XIV. THE MASS-MEETING
CHAPTER XV. ANTHONY ON BASEBALL
CHAPTER XVI. JACK COURTS THE MUSE
CHAPTER XVII. ERSKINE VS. HARVARD
CHAPTER XVIII. JACK AT SECOND
CHAPTER XIX. ANTHONY TELLS A SECRET
CHAPTER XX. STOLEN PROPERTY
CHAPTER XXI. OFF TO COLLEGETOWN
CHAPTER XXII. AT THE END OF THE SIXTH
CHAPTER XXIII. A TRIPLE PLAY
CHAPTER XXIV. WEATHERBY’S INNING
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Erskine College, at Centerport, is not large. Like many another New England college its importance lies rather in its works than in wealth or magnificence. Its enrolment in all departments at the time of which I write was about 600. I am not going to describe the college, it would take too long; and besides, it has been done very frequently and very well, and if the reader, after studyingthe accompanying plan, which is reproduced with the kind permission of the authorities, feels the need of further description, I would respectfully refer him to Balcom’s Handbook of Erskine (photographically illustrated) and May’s History of Erskine College. And if in connection with these he examines the annual catalogue he will know about all there is to be known of the subject.
Leaving Washington Street and going west on Elm Street, he will find, facing the apex of the Common, a small white frame cottage profusely adorned with blinds of a most vivid green. That is Mrs. Dorlon’s. It is by far the tiniest of the many boarding- and lodging-houses that line the outer curve of Elm Street, and, as might be supposed, its rooms are few and not commodious. Mrs. Dorlon, a small, middle-aged widow, with a perpetual cold in the head, reserves the lower floor for her own use and rents the two up-stairs rooms to students. Between these second-floor apartments there is little to choose. The western one gets the afternoon sunlight, while the one on the other side of the hall gets none. To make up for this, however, the eastern room is, or was, at the time of my story, the proud possessor of a register, supposed, somewhat erroneously, to conduct warm air into the apartment; while the western room, to use the language of Mrs. Dorlon, was “het by gas.”
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“Because – because I can’t stay,” answered Jack defiantly. “You – you were there and you saw it. Everybody thinks I’m a coward! Professor White said – said – ” He choked and looked down miserably at his twisting fingers.
“Well, you aren’t, are you?”
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