Our Base Ball Club and How It Won the ChampionshipBrooks, Noah
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Our Base Ball Club and How It Won the Championship
Brooks, Noah
Baseball stories
The lad had been hurrying out with a message to Heaton's flouring
mills, and he bounced up the stairs of the telegraph office, three
at a time, and flew into the room where the hard-worked operator
was rattling at the instrument. A swift look from Mike took in the
whole situation. Henry Jackson was seated on a bench in a corner of
the office, with his back to the door, puzzling over a little book
and a telegraphic despatch. He inspected the pages of the book, then
scanned the message, and then, licking the end of a lead-pencil, wrote
something on the paper containing the despatch.
"Here, hurry with this message, Mike," said the lady in the office,
"and be quick about it; you are always loitering about the corner when
you are wanted."
Almost wild at being sent out before he could get an opportunity to
extract a bit of news from Hank Jackson, Mike flew out on his errand,
astonished the receiver of the message by telling him to hurry up with
his signature, and then went back to the office on the wings of the
wind. Alas! when Mike re-entered the room, breathless and hot, Hank
had departed without leaving any trace of the quality of the news that
he might have received. No, not quite so bad as that, thought Mike, as
he ruefully surveyed the empty bench, for there in a corner, tossed
under the bench on which Henry had been sitting, was a wad of crumpled
paper which the boy's experienced eyes told him was from the telegraph
company's stores of stationery.
Pouncing upon the ragged ball with the hunger of a small boy in
pursuit of information concerning a base ball match, Mike drew forth
a "receiving blank," torn and crumpled, on which was written an
incomprehensible message. Kneeling on the floor, his stubby hands
shaking with excitement, Mike smoothed out the torn despatch, joining
the two larger fragments so as to get the meaning of the words. And
this, after some botheration, was what was revealed to Mike's distended
eyes:--
[Illustration:
Form 2.
MUTUAL UNION TELEGRAPH CO
Errors can be guarded against only by repeating a message back to the
sending station for comparison, and the company will in transmission
or delivery of Unrepeated Messages, beyond the amount of tolls paid
thereon, nor in any case where the sixty days after sending the message.
This is an UNREPEATED MESSAGE, and is delivered by request of the
sender, under the conditions named above.
JOHN G. MOORE, President.
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Get all the bet you can against Catalpas they lose game sure
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READ THE NOTICE AT THE TOP.]
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