{"product_id":"2940149249442","title":"Weatherby's Inning (Illustrated)","description":"CHAPTER  PAGE\u003cbr\u003eI.— Coward! 1\u003cbr\u003eII.— An interruption 11\u003cbr\u003eIII.— Mr. Tidball introduces himself 19\u003cbr\u003eIV.— Catcher and pitcher 30\u003cbr\u003eV.— An encounter in the yard 39\u003cbr\u003eVI.— In disgrace 47\u003cbr\u003eVII.— At the batting nets 57\u003cbr\u003eVIII.— The last straw 68\u003cbr\u003eIX.— Anthony studies a time-table 80\u003cbr\u003eX.— Flight 94\u003cbr\u003eXI.— Anthony makes a statement 106\u003cbr\u003eXII.— A fly to left-fielder 120\u003cbr\u003eXIII.— Joe is pessimistic 127\u003cbr\u003eXIV.— The mass-meeting 139\u003cbr\u003eXV.— Anthony on baseball 148\u003cbr\u003eXVI.— Jack courts the muse 156\u003cbr\u003eXVII.— Erskine vs. Harvard 167\u003cbr\u003eXVIII.— Jack at second 176\u003cbr\u003eXIX.— Anthony tells a secret 184\u003cbr\u003eXX.— Stolen property 194\u003cbr\u003eXXI.— Off to Collegetown 203\u003cbr\u003eXXII.— At the end of the sixth 213\u003cbr\u003eXXIII.— A triple play 223\u003cbr\u003eXXIV.— Weatherby’s inning 239\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER I\u003cbr\u003eCOWARD!\u003cbr\u003eUniversity Baseball.—All men who wish to try for the team report in the cage on Monday, February 25th, at 3.30 sharp.\u003cbr\u003eJos. L. Perkins, Capt.\u003cbr\u003eJack Weatherby, on his way out of the gymnasium, paused before the bulletin-board in the little drafty hall and read the call.\u003cbr\u003e“That’s next Monday,” he muttered. “All right, I’ll be there.”\u003cbr\u003eThen, putting a shoulder against the big oak door, he pushed his way out on to the granite steps and stood there a moment in scowling contemplation of the cheerless scene. Before him the board-walk was almost afloat in a shallow rivulet of melted snow that filled the gravel-path from side to side. A few steps away the path ended at the Washington Street gate in a veritable lake. The crossing was inches deep in water and the Common was a dismal waste of pools and streams out of which the soldiers’ monument reared itself as though agonizedly searching for a dry spot to which to move. There was an incessant and monotonous dripping and trickling and gurgling as the snow, which two days before had covered the ground to a depth of over a foot, disappeared as by magic under the breath of an unseasonable south wind. The sky was leaden and lowering, and against it the bare branches of the numberless elm-trees swayed complainingly. The Common and so much of the college grounds as was in sight were deserted. Altogether it was a dispiriting prospect that met Jack’s eyes, and one little likely to aid him in the task of fighting the “blues,” which had oppressed him all day.\u003cbr\u003eHe went listlessly down the steps, heroically striving to whistle a tune. But the tune had died out ere the sidewalk was reached. He looked with misgiving from the crossing to his shoes—shoes which even when new had been scarcely adapted to wet weather—and after a moment of hesitation gave up the idea of taking the usual short cut across the Common, and went on down Washington Street. As he began to pick his way gingerly across the wet pavement at the corner of Elm Street, two men ran down the steps of a boarding-house. They were talking in high, excited tones, and Jack could hear them until they had gone some distance toward the railroad.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e","brand":"Bronson Tweed Publishing","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47108979032304,"sku":"2940149249442","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940149249442_p0.jpg?v=1763714128","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940149249442","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}