The Short-Stop
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Book Description
Zane Grey? Base-ball?
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The story line:
The young hero, tiring of his factory grind, starts out to win fame and fortune as ft professional ball player. His hard knocks at the start are followed by such success as clean sportsmanship, courage and honesty ought to win.
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Some dialogue from the first chapter:
"...Mrs. Alloway came in, a slight little wom...
MoreZane Grey? Base-ball?
***
The story line:
The young hero, tiring of his factory grind, starts out to win fame and fortune as ft professional ball player. His hard knocks at the start are followed by such success as clean sportsmanship, courage and honesty ought to win.
***
Some dialogue from the first chapter:
"...Mrs. Alloway came in, a slight little woman, pale, with marks of care on her patient face. She greeted him with a smile, which faded quickly in surprise and dismay.
"You're home early, Chase," she said anxiously.
"Mother, I told you I was going to ask for more money. Well, I did. The foreman laughed at me and refused. So I threw up my job."
"My boy! My boy!" faltered Mrs. Alloway.
Chase was the only bread-winner in their household of three. His brother, a bright, studious boy of fifteen, was a cripple. Mrs. Alloway helped all she could with her needle, but earned little enough. The winter had been a hard one, and had left them with debts that must be paid. It was no wonder she gazed up at him in distressed silence.
"I've been sick of this job for a long time," went on Chase. "I've been doing a lot of thinking. There's no chance for me in the factory. I'm not quick enough to catch the hang of mechanics. Here I am over seventeen and big and strong, and I'm making six dollars a week. Think of it! Why, if I had a chance- See here, mother, haven't I studied nights ever since I left school to go to work? I'm no dummy. I can make something of myself. I want to get into business - business for myself, where I can buy and sell."
"My son, it takes money to go into business. Where on earth can you get any?"
"I'll make it," replied Chase, eagerly. A flush reddened his cheek. He would have been handsome then, but for his one defect, a crooked eye. " I'll make it. I need money quick - and I've hit on the way to make it. I-"
"How?" The short query drew him up sharply, chilling his enthusiasm. He paced the kitchen, and then, with a visible effort, turned to his mother.
"I am going to be a base-ball player."
The murder was out now and he felt relief. His mother sat down with a little gasp. He waited quietly for her refusal, her reproach, her arguments, ready to answer them one by one.
"I won't let you be a ball player."
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