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“The Story of Waitstill Baxter”
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Copyright, 1913. by HATE DOUGLAS WIGGIN
Kite Douglas Witfglu ~^'c. .
Author of "Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm”
PROLOGUE.
Strength and interest of quiet
live* in the New England oj
three-quartera of a century ago
provide the framework of “The
Story of Waitstill Baxter." That
i* the skeleton. The flesh and
blood of human beings, living
and lovtn ;> and moving in a world
of their own that is a miniature
picture of the greater world out
side, are also there. The story
is a cross section of life as seen
and described by a woman who
has been well culled “America's
greatest living woman novelist."
Amid the hills of New England
are many men and women like
Waitstill and Patience Baxter
and their father, Ivory Boynton
and his afflicted mother and
funny Cep / as Cole, who wont
hopefully, but with small chanci
of succe-.s. They find their way
into books but seldom, for it
takes a master hand to describi
faithfully the doings of reul
people. Ana that is the reason
why “The Story of Waitstill
Baxter" has won highest praise
from critics who know a good
book w h f/iev see one.
(Continued from Tuesday.)
“Nobody cun hear u* in tills out of
the way place. It'* «*n*y enough to
see that the women weren't naked to
Kiiv anything when the men Mettled
where the liouaea should he built. The
men weren't content to stick them on
the top of a high hill or lihlf a mile
from the stores, hut |iut them buck to
the main mud. inking due care to rut
the aluk window where their wives
couldn't see anything. even when they
were wushtng dishes "
“1 don't kuow that 1 ever thought
about It In that way.’’ Anti Waltstil
looked out of the window in a brown
study, while her hands worked with
the dandelion green* “I've noticed It
but 1 never supposed the men did It
Intentionally."
“No. you wouldn’t." said Patty, with
tha pessimism of a woman of ninety
aa she stole an admiring glance at liei
slater. Patty'a own face. Irregular,
piquant, tantalizing, had Its peculiar
charm, and her brilliant skin and hair
no dazzled the masculine beholder that
be took note of no small detect* lint
WaltsUll was beautiful beautiful even
In her working dress of purple calico
Iter single braid of hair, the Fox well
hair, that In her wa* bronze aud In
fatty pale auburn, wus wound once
around ber tine lieud and made to
stand a little aa tt went across the
front. It wan a simple, easy, uueon
•clous fashion of her own. quite dilTcis
•nt from auything done by other worn
en lu her time and place, and it Just
suited her dignity aud serenity. It
looked like a coronet, but It was tin
way she carried her head that gave
you the fancy, there were such spirit
and pride lu the poise of tt on the long,
graceful neck. Her eye* were us clear
aa mountain pools shaded by rushes,
and the strength of the face wits sot
tened by the *weetue«* of the mouth
fatty never let the couver*atlon die
out for many second* at a time, and
now abe began nguiu: "My sudden
rages don't match my name very well;
but. of course, mother didn't kuow
how I waa going to turn out when she
called me Patience, for 1 waa nothing
but a squirming little bald, red trnby
But my name really Is too ridiculous
when you think about It."
Waltsttll laughed aa ahe said; "It
didn't take you loug to change it. Per
haps Patience waa a hard word for a
baby to nuy. hut the moment you could
talk you said 'Patty waula this' aud
•Patty want* that.' ■
“Did Patty ever get ItT She never
baa alnce. that's certain! And look at
your name it's 'Waltstlll.' yet you
never atop a moment- When you're
not In the shed or barn or chicken
bouae or kitebeu or attic or garden
patch you are working in tba Sunday
•cbool or tbe choir.”
It seemed aa if \\ altstill did not In
tend to answer thla arraignment or
ber activities Sha rose and crossed
tba room to put the pan of greeu* iu
the sink, preparing to wash them
Taking tbe long handled dipper from
tbe nail, ahe paused a moment lief ore
plunging it Into the water pall, paused
and leaning ber cllsitv on a corner at
tba shelf over the aluk. looked Mead
lastly out Into tbe orchard.
Patty watched her curiously and was
Juki, going to offer it penny for her
thoughts when Wnltutlll midden ly
broke (be brief alienee by saying:
“Yen, I tint always busy. It’a better
bo, but till the Name, Patty. I'm wait
ing- Inaide! I don't know for what,
but 1 always feel that I am walling!"
CHAPTER V.
A Kir*.
IIAIX we have our walk In the
Hoods on the Kdgewood aide
y M of the river. |us| for a change.
Patty' - '' sngysfed her sister.
"The water Is so high tills year that
the river will he splendid \Ve call
Rather our dowers In the hill pasture,
and then you'll lie quite near Mrs.
Loyuton's and can carry the nosegay
there while I come home ahead ot you
itnd get supper I'll lake today's egg'
to father's store on the way and ask
him If lie minds our Having a little
walk. I've an errand at Aunt Abby’s
that would take uie down to the bridge
anyway.”
"Very well," suid Patty somewhat
apathetically. "I always like a walk
with you. but I don't care what be
ponies of me lilts afternoon if I can't
go to mien's party."
The excursion took place according
to Waitstill s plan, ami at 4 o'clock
alic sped back to her night work nud
preparations foi supper, leaving Pally
with n grenl bunch of early wild flow
ers for Ivory's mother. Patty had left
them at the I toy nt oust' door with Itpd
man, who was picking up chips and
▼olonteered to take the noseguy Into
the house at mice.
"Won't you step Inside?" the boy
aaked shyly, wishing to he polite, hut
conscious that visitors from the rlllugi
very seldom crossed the threshold.
"I'd like to, hut I can't this after
noun, thank you. I must run all tin
way down the hill now or I ahan't In
In time to supper."
“I>o you eat meals together over to
your house?" naked the hoy.
“We're all three ut the table. If that
mentis together.”
"We never are Ivory goes off enrly
and takes lunch In a pall. So do I
when 1 go to school. Aunt Boynton
never alts down to eat. She Just staml
at the window mill takes a Idle ol
something now and then. You huveu't
got any mother, have you?"
“No, Rodman."
“Neither have I, nor any father, not
any relations hut Aunt Boynton and
Ivory. Ivory is very good to me, and
when he's at home I'm never lone
some."
“1 wish you could come over and
eat with sister ami me." said Patty
gently. "Perhaps sometime, when my
father Is away buying goods and we
are left alone, you could Join us In the
woods, and we would have a picnic?
We would bring enough for you all
sorts of good things hard boiled eggs,
doughnuts, apple turnovers nud broad
spread with Jelly."
"I'd like It title!" exclaimed Rodman,
his Idg dark eyes sparkling with an
tlctpstiou "I don't have uiauy Imys
to play with, atid I never went to a
picnic. Aunt Boynton watches for
uncle 'moat all the time. She doesn't
know be has been away for years and
years. When she doesn't watch ahe
prays. Sometimes she wants me to
pray with her, but praying *on’t come
easy to me."
“Neither docs it to uie." said Patty.
"I'm good at marbles and checkers
and backgammon and Jack straws,
though."
"8o am I," said l'rttty. laughing: "so
we should be good friends I'll iry to
get h chance to see you soon again, but
perhaps I can't; I'm n go,si deal tied
at home."
"Your father docau't like you to go
anywheres. I guess." Interposed Hod
man. "I’ve heard Ivory tell Aunt
Boynton things, but l wouldn't repeat
them. Ivory's tmiitied me yearn and
years not to tell anything, so I don't."
"That's a go,si hoy!” approved Pat
ty. Then as she regarded him more
cloaety, she continued. "I'm sorry
you're lonesome, llodman. I'd like to
ms* you look brighter."
“Y'ou think I've lieen crying," the hoy
aald shrewdly. "So | have, but not
because I've liecu punished The ren
eon my eves are so swollen up Is he
cause I killed our old toad by mistake
this morning l was trying to see ts I
could swing the scythe so's to help
Ivory In haying time I've only raked
after,' and I want to liegln on mowing
Siam's 1 eau. Then, somehow or other
the old toad came out from under the
step*. I didn't see him, and the scythe
hit him square. I cried for an hour
that's what 1 did, and I don't care who
knows it, except I wouldn't like tin
boys at school to hector me. I'vi
burled the toad out behind the barn
and I hope Ivory’ll let me keep the
news from Aunt Boynton. She crlev
enough now without my telling he'
there’s been a death In the family. She
set great store by the old toad, and so
did all of us."
"It’s too bad. I'm sorry. But, aftei
nil. you couldn't help It."
"No, but we should always 100 l
round everywheres when we're cut
ting -thßt’s what Ivory says. He sajs
folks shouldn’t use edged tools till
they’re old enough not to fool with
’em.”
And Hodman looked so wise and old
fashioned for hts years that Patty did
not know whether to kiss him or cry
over him as she said: "Ivory's always)
right. And. now, goodby. I must go
this very minute. Don’t forget the pl<
nlc.”
"I won't!" cried the hoy, gazing aft
er her. wholly entranced with bei
bright beauty and her kindness. “Say.
I’ll bring something, too white oak
acorns, If you like ’em. I've got a big
bagful up attic!"
Patty sped down the long lane, crepl
under the bars and flew like a lapwing
over the highroad.
"If father was only like any one
else things might be so different!” she
sighed, her thoughts running along
with her feet. "Nobody to make a
home for that poor lonesome little
boy and that poor lonesome big Ivory,
I am sure that he is In love with
Wnltstlll. He doesn't know It. She
doesn't know It. Nobody does but me.
but I’m clever at guessing. I was the
only one that surmised Jed Morrill
was going to marry again. T should
almost like Ivory for myself, he Is so
tall and handsome, but of course he
can never marry anybody. He Is too
poor and has Ills mother to look after
I wouldn't want to take him from
Walty, though, and then perhaps I
couldn't get him anyway. If I couldn't,
he'd be the only one! I have never
tried yet, but I feel In tn.v bones,
somehow, that I could have any boy
In Kdgewood or Klverboro by Just
crooking my forefinger and beckoning
to him. I wish—l wish they were dif
ferent! They don't make me want to
beckon to them! My forefinger Just
stays straight and doesn’t feel like
crooking! There's Cephas Cole, but
he's as stupid as an owl. I don't want
a husband that keeps his mouth wide
open whenever I'm (nlklng, no matter
whether It's spnse or nonsense. There'-.
Phil Perry, hut he liken Kllen. and
besides, he's -too serious for me. And
there's Mark Wilson, he’s the best
dressed and the only one that's been
to college He looks at me all the
time in meeting and naked me If 1
wouldn't take a walk some Sunday
afternoon. I know he planned Ellen's
party hoping I'd be there! Goodness
gracious, I do believe that Is his horse
coming behind me! There’s no other In
the village that goes at such a gait!"
It was, Indeed, Mark Wilson, who al
wnys drove, according to Aunt Abhy
Cole, "ns If he was goln' for a doctor."
He caught up with Patty almost in
the twinkling of an eye, but she was
ready for him. She had tuken off her
sunlsiunct Just to twirl It by the
strtng, she was so warm with walk
lng, and In a Jiffy she had lifted the
clustering curls from her ears, tucked
them hack with a single expert move
meut and disclosed two coral pendants
just the color of her enr tips and her
glowing checks.
"Hello. Patty I" the young man called
In brusque country fashion aa he rein
ed up beside her. "What are you doing
over here? Why aren't you on your
way to the iwrty? I've been over to
IJmlngton and am breaking my neck
to get home In time myself"
“I am not going. There are no par
ties for me," said Patty plaintively.
“Not going! Ob. I say, what's the
matter? It won't be a hit of fun with
out you. Ellen and I made It up ex
pressly for you, thinking your father
couldu't object to a candy pull."
"I can't help It. I did the best 1
could. Waitstill always asks father
for me. hut I wouldn't take any
chnnces today, aDd I spoke to him my
self. Indeed. ! a 1 moat coaled him "
"He's a regular old skinflint," cried
Mark, getting out of the wagon ami
walking beside her
"You tnuan't call him names." Patty
Interposed, with some dignity. “1 cull
hint a good mauy myself, hut I'm his
daughter.”
"You don't look It," said Mark admlr
Ingly. “Come and have a little ride,
won't you?"
"Oh, I couldn't possibly, thnnk you
Some one would be sure to see us, and
father'a so strict" v
'There Isu't a building for half a
mile. Jnat Jump In and have a spin
till we come to the first house; then I'll
let you out. and you can walk the rest
of the way home Come, do. and make
up hi uie a little for tuy disappoint
ment. I'll skip the candy pull If you
say the word "
It was sn incredibly brief drive at
Mark's rate of speed and as exciting
and blissful as It was brief and danger
ous, Patty thought. I>td she Imagine
It or did Mark help her Into the wagon
differently from—old Dr. Perry, for In
stnuce?
Tl>* fresh lnww lifted the gold
thread of her curia atul gave her
cheek* a brighter color, while hei
hrealh came faat through her parted
Up* and her eyea sparkled at the »n
eipected. unaccustomed pleasure Sin
felt *o grown up. *« coo actinia of a new
power. ae she ant enthroned on the lit
tie wagon aeat vMark Wilson always
THE AUGUSTA HERALD. AUGUSTA, GA.
liked bis buggies com lift size." so ilir
neighbors said; ttint she mis almost
courageous enough to agree to make a
royal progress through the village—al
most, but not quite.
"Come on, let's shake the old tabbies
up and start 'em talking, shnll we?"
Mark suggested. "Pll give you the
reins and let Nero have a flick of the
whip."
“No. I'd rather not drive." she said
"I’d be afraid of this horse and. any
way, I must get out this very minute
yes. I really iniißt. If you hold N’ero 1
can Just slip down betwean the wheels
Y'ou needn't help me."
Mark alighted notwithstanding her
objections, saying gallantly. “I "don’t
miss this pleasure, not by a Jugful!
Come along! Jump!"
Patty stretched out her hands to be
helped, but Mark forestalled her by
putting his urras around her and lift
lng her down. A second of time only
was Involved, but In that second he
held her close and kissed her warm
cheek, her cheek that had never felt
the touch of any lips but those of
Waitstill. She pulled her sunbonnet
over her flaming face, while Mark,
with a gay smile of farewell, sprang
Into the wagon and gave his horse a
free rein.
Patty never looked up from the road,
bnt walked faster and faster, her
heart heating at breakneck speed. It
was a changed world that spun past
her. Fright, triumph, shame, delight,
gratified vanity swum over her In turn.
A few minutes inter she heard once
more the rumble of wheels on the road
It was Cephas Cole driving toward
her over the brow of Saco hill. "He’ll
have seen Mark.” she thought, "but he
can't know I’ve talked and driven with
him. Ugh! how stupid and common he
looks!"
“I heard your father blowin’ the
supper horn J<*st ns I come over the
bridge," remarked Cephas, drawing up
In the road. "He stood in the door
yard blowin' like Bedlam. 1 guess
you’re late to supper."
"I’ll be home In a few minutes." said
Patty, “I got delayed and am a little
behindhand."
“I’ll turn right round If you’ll
git In and lemine take you back along
a piece. It'll save you a good five min
utes," begged Cephas abjectly.
“All right, much obliged, but It’s
against the rule* and you must drop
me at the foot of our hill and let me
walk up.”
"Certainly; I know the deacon, 'n' I
ain't hnntln' for trouble any inore'n
you he, though I'd lake It quick enough
If you Jest give me leave! I ain't no
coward, an' 1 could tackle the deacon
tomorrow if so be I had anything to
ask him.”
This seemed to Patty a line of con
vernation distinctly to he discourage,
nnder all the circumstances, and she
tried to keep Cephas ou the subject of
his dally tasks and Ills mother's rheu
niatism until she could escape from Ills
everappreclatlve society.
"How do you like my last job?” he
Inquired ns they passed his father’s
house. “Some think I've got the ell a
little dlte too yaller. Folks that ain't
never handled a brush aliens think they
can mix paint better 'n them that
knows their trade.”
"If your object was to have every
body see the ell a mile away you've
succeeded." said Patty cruelly. Sh.
never flung the poor boy a civil word
for fear of getting something warmer
thHn civility In return.
"It'll tone down,” Cephas responded,
rather crestfallen. “1 wanted a good,
bright, lastin' shade. T won't look so
yaller when father lets me paint the
house to match, but that won’t be till
next year. lie makes fun of the yaller
color same as you; says a home's some
thing you wuut to forget when you’re
away from It. Mother says the two
rooms of the ell are big enough for
somebody to set up housekeepin' In.
What do you think?”
"I never think,” returned Patty, with
a tantalizing laugh. “Good night, Ce
pliaa; thank you for giving me a lift!"
CHAPTER VI.
"What dreams may come.”
SUPPER was over and the work
done at Inst. The dishes wash
ed. the beans put In soak, the
bens shut up for the night, the
milk strained and carried down cellar.
Patty went up to her little room with
the one window and the slanting walls,
and Waitstill followed and said good
night. Her father put out the lights,
locked the doors and came up the
creaking stairs There was never any
talk between the sisters before going
to bed, save on nights when their fa
tber was late at the store, usually on
Saturdays only, for the good talkers of
the village, as well as the gossl|is and
loafers, preferred any other place to
swap stories than the bleak atmos
pher* provided by old Foxy at his
place of business.
Patty could think In the dark. Her
healthy young body lying not uncotu
fortably on the l>ed of corn husks
and the patchwork comforter drawn
up under her chin, she could think,
but for the first time she could not
tell her thoughts to Waitstill. She hail
a secret, a dazzling secret, Jnst like
Ellen Wilson and some of the other
girls who were several years older,
ner afternoon’s eiperlence loomed as
large in her Innocent mind as If It
had been an elopement.
"I hope I’m not engaged to be mar
ried to hliu. even If he did"— The
sentence was too tremendous to lie
finished even In thought "I don't
think 1 esn he Men must surely s s\
something and not take It for granted
you are In love with them and want to
marry them. It is what they say whet
they ask that I should like, much bet
ter than being married, when I'm onl;
Just past seventeen I wish Mark wn
a little different. I don't like his care
less ways! He admires me. I can tr!
that h.v the way he looks, but he ad
mires himself Just as much and ex
pects me to do the same. Still. I sui
fM»i‘ if ... I- | nsVi ('• *
girls have to forgive lots of ,
things when they are engaged. Mott*
must have forgiven a good man;
things when she took father. Any
way. Mark Is going away for a montl
on business, so I shan't have to niaki
up my mind Just yet!" Here Sleep de
scended upon the slightly puzzled, bin
on the whole delightfully complacent
little creature, bringing her most al
luring and untrustworthy dreams.
The dear Innocent had indeed no
need of haste Young Mr. Marquis do
Lafayette Wilson—Mark for short—was
not in the least a gay deceiver or ruth
less breaker of hearts, and so far as
known no scalps of village beauties
were hung to his belt. He was a lika
hie. light weight young chap. as Indo
lent and pleasure loving ns the strict
customs of the community would per
mlt. and a kiss. In his mind, most cer
tainly never would lead to the altar,
else lie had already been many time.-
a bridegroom. Miss Patience Baxter's
maiden meditations and uncertainties
and perplexities, therefore, were deck!
edly premature. She was a natunr
born, unconsciously artistic, highly ex
pert and Unishcd coquette. She wa
all this at seventeen, and Mark a'
twenty-four was by no menns a map ;
for her In this field of effort yet. Btu
sometimes In getting her victim into
the net the coquette loses her balanci
and falls In herself. 'There wasn't a
bit of harm in “Marquis de Lafayette,
but he was extremely agile In keeping
out of nets.
Waitstill was restless, too, that night,
although she could not have told the
reason. She opened her window at the
back of the house and leaned out. The
evening was mild, with a soft Wind
blowing. She could bear the full brook
dashing through the edge of the wood
lot and even the "kerchug" of an occn
alonal bullfrog. There were great mist;
stars in the sky, but no moon.
There was no light In Aunt Abby
Cole's kitchen, but a faint glimmer
shone through the windows of Undo
Bart’s Joiner's shop, showing that the
old man was either having an liopr of
peaceful contemplation with no com
panlon hut his pipe or that there migbl
be a little group of privileged visitors,
headed by Jed Morrill, busily discuss
ing the affnlrs of the nation.
Waitstill felt troubled and anxious
tonight, bruised by the little dally tor
ments that lessened her courage but
never wholly destroyed It. Any one
who believed implicitly in heredlt.\
might have been puzzled, perhaps, to
account for her. He might fantasti
cally picture her as making herself out
of her ancestors, using a free hand,
picking and choosing what she liked
best, with due care for the effect of
combinations; selecting here and there
and modifying. If advisable, a trait of
Grandpa or Grandma Foxweli, of
Great Unde or Great Aunt Baxter:
borrowing qualities lavishly from her
own gentle horn and gently bred moth
er and carefully avoiding her respect
ed father's stock, except perhaps to
take a dash of his pluck and an ounce
of Ills persistence. Jed Morrill re
marked of Deacon Baxter once, “When
Old Foxy wants anything he’ll xvnit til!
hell freezes over afore he'll give up."
Waitstill had her father’s firm chin,
but there the likeness ended. The
proud curve of her nostrils, the clear,
well opened eye with Its deep fringe
of lashes, the earnest mouth, all these
came from the mother who was little
more than a dim memory.
Waitstill disdained any vague,
dreary, colorless theory of life and its
meaning. She had Joined the church at
fifteen, more or less because other girls
did and the parson had persuaded her.
but out of her hard life she had some
how framed a courageous philosophy
that kept her erect and unorushed, no
matter how great her difficulties. She
had no Idea of bringing a poor. weak,
draggled soul to her Maker at the last
day. saying. "Here is all I have man
aged to save out of what you gave
me!"
Batty slept sweetly on the other side
of the partition, the contemplation of
her twopenny triumphs bringing a
smile to her childish lips, hut even so a
good heart was there (still perhaps In
the process of making), a quick wit.
ready sympathy, natural charm; plen
ty, indeed, for the stronger sister to
cherish, protect and hold precious, as
she did with all her mind and soul.
There had always been a passionate
loyalty In Waltstlll's affection, wber
ever It had been bestowed. Uncle Bart
delighted In telling an instance of It
that occurred when she was a child of
five. Maine had Just separated ami
cably from her mother. Massachusetts,
and become an Independent state. It
was In the middle of March, but there
was no suow on the ground and the
village boys had bnilt a bonfire on a
plot of land near Unci* Bart's Joiner's
shop. There was n large gathering In
celebration of the historic event and
Waitstill crept down the hill with her
homemade rag doll in her arms. She
stood on the outskirts of the crowd, a
silent, absorbed little figure clad in a
shabby woolen coat, with a blue knit
hood framing her rosy face. Deborah,
her beloved, her only doll, was tightly
clasped In her arms, for Debby, like
her parent bad few pleasures and
must not lie denied so great a one as
this. Suddenly one of the thoughtless
young scamps In the group, wishing to
create a new sensation and add to the
general excltment, caught the doll
from the child's arms and running for
ward with a wild warn-hoop, flung It
Into the flames. Waitstill did not lose
an Instant. She gave a scream of an
guish and without giving any warning
of her Intentions, probably without
realising them herself, she dashed
through the little crowd Into the bon
fire and stmtolled her cherished off
spring from the burning pile. The
whole thing was over In the twinkltuc
of an eye. for Uncle Bart was as quick
aa the child and dragged her out of the
Imminent danger with no worse harm
done than a ®hhl scorching. __
He .. . , future up the hill
to expl.-iii uniters and protect her
from a scolding. She still held the doll
against her heaving breast saying, be
tween the sobs: "I couldn't let my
Debby burn up! I couldn’t. Uncle
Bart, she's got nobody hut me! Is my
dress scorched so much I can’t wear It?
You’ll tell father how it was. Uncle
Bart won't you?"
Debby bore the marks of her ad
venture longer than her owner, for
she had been longer In the Are, but
stained and defaced ns she was. she
was never replaced and remained the
only doll of Waltstlll's childhood. At
this very moment she lay softly and
Rafely in a bureau drawer ready to be
lifted out, some time, Waitstill fancied,
and shown tenderly to Patty’s chil
dren. Of her own possible children
she never thought. There was but one
man In the woild who count ever be
the father of them, and she was sepn
rated from him by every obstacle that
could divide two human beings.
(To Be Continued Tomorrow.)
Standing of Clubs
South Atlantic League.
Clubs. Won. Lost. P. Ct
Savannah 22 10 .657
Jacksonville 20 11 .645
Columbia 18 14 .562
Charleston 17 15 .531
Albany 14 16 .467
Macon 14 19 .424
Augusta 12 21 .364
Columbus 10 21 .326
Southern Leanue.
Clubs. . Won. Lost. P. CL
Chattanooga 18 8 .693
New Orleans 16 11 .595
Atlanta 14 11 .560
Nashville 13 14 .481
Birmingham 13 15 .464
Mobile .11 15 .423
Memphis 10 16 .384
Montgomery 11 18 .379
American League.
Clubs. Won. Lost. P. CL
Detroit 17 8 .680
Philadelphia 10 8 .556
New York 10 9 .526
St. Louis 11 11 .500
Washington 10 11 .476
Chicago 11 14 .440
Boston 8 11 .421
Cleveland 8 14 .364
Federal League.
Clubs. Won. Lost. P. CL
Baltimore 12 5 .706
St. Louis 13 9 .591
Indianapolis 11 8 .579
Chicago 11 9 .650
Brooklyn 7 8 .467
Kansas City 9 13 .409
Buffalo 7 11 .389
Pittsburg ,7 12 .368
National League.
Clubs. Won. Lost. P. CL
Pittsburg 15 4 .788
New York 9 6 .600
Brooklyn 9 7 .562
Philadelphia 9 7 .562
Cincinnati 11 11 .500
Chicago 10 12 .455
St. Louis 9 15 .375
Boston 3 13 .188
NATIONAL LEAGUE
Boston Defeated.
Score. R H E
Boston 000 000 000—0 3 1
Cincinnati 100 000 00*—1 2 2
James and Whaling; Ames and
Clarke.
Chicago Wins.
At Chicago—
Score: R H E
Brooklyn 000 000 000—0 6 2
Chicago 210 210 00*—6 5 1
Reulbach, Wagner, Schmutz and
Fischer; Cheney and Bresnahan.
Phillies Loss.
At St. Louis —
Score: R H E
Philadelphia 000 101 100—3 7 2
St. Louis 000 300 20*—5 6 1
Marshal] and Kllllfer; Doak, Grlner
and Snyder.
Postponed.
New York at Pittsburg, postponed;
rain.
AMERICAN LEAGUE
White Sox 9, Senators 2.
At Washington—
Score: R H E
Chicago 303 100 200—9 11 2
Washington 100 001 000—2 8 7
Russell and Kuhn and Schalk; Shaw,
Gallia, Bentley and Henry.
Postponed.
Detroit at New York, west grounds.
Cleveland at Philadelphia, cold
weather.
St. Louis at Boston, wet grounds.
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Macon Hitters Were Helpless
STesterday Before the Pitch
ing of Gardin.
Columbia, S. C.—Macon hitters were
helpless before the pitching of Gardin
yesterday afternoon while Martin was
hit hard, Columbia winning the third
straight game of the series, 9 to 0.
The contest was featured by the field
ing of Eberts, base-running of the
home team and Holland's offensive
work-
The box score:
Ma con. Ab. R. H. Po. A. B.
Matthews, ct 4 0 0 1 0 0
Colby, 2b 4 0 0 2 1 0
Bowden, c.. ...... 4 0 2 4 3 0
Gonzales, 3b 4 0 0 2 3 fl
Munn, lb 4 0 1 8 0 1
Stinson, rs 4 0 0 3 0 0
Firestine, ss 3 0 2 2 3 1
Ford, If 3 0 2 1 0 0
Martin, p 3 0 0 0 1 0
Totals 33 0 7*23 11 2
•Finnegan out. hit by ball batted by
self.
Columbia Ab.. R. H. Po. A. E.
Eberts. If 5 2 2 6 0 0
Ezell, ct 2 2 1 3 0 0
Harbison. lb 3 2 1 7 1 1
Osteen, ss 4 0 1 1 2 0
Betzell, 2b 5 2 3 3 2 0
Finnegan, 3b 3 0 0 2 0 0
Holland, rs. 4 0 2 1 0 0
Chalker, c 3 0 1 4 0 0
Gardin, p 4 1 1 0 4 0
Totals 33 9 12 27 9 1
Score by innings: R.
Macon 000 000 000—0
Columbia .100 151 01* —9
Summary: Stolen bases, Bowden,
Harbison. Betzell, Holland (2). Sac
rifice hits. Ezell. Two-base hits. Ford,
Eberts. Home-run. Ezell. Double
plays, Bowden to Munn; Gonzales to
Munn. Struck out, Martin 2, Gardin
3. Bases on. balls, Martin 4. Left on
bases, Macon 6, Columbia 8. Time of
game, 1:38. Umpire, Pender.
SOUTHERN LEAGUE
Barons Win.
At Birmingham—
Scorer R H E
Birmingham 000 100 11*—3 9 1
Chattanooga 000 000 010—1 5 2
Brown and Dilger; Harding and
Street.
Crackers 6, Billies 0.
At Atlanta—
Score: R H E
Montgomery 000 000 000—0 7 4
Atlanta 000 101 31*—6 10 2
Case and Donohoe; Dent and Dunn.
Vols 3, Gulls 1.
At Mobile-
Score: R H E
Mobile 000 010 000—1 5 0
Nashville 021 000 00IW-3 5 2
Townsend and Schmidt; BtVgei and
Gibson.
Postponed.
New Orleans-Memphis. postponed;
rain.
OTHER RESULTS
International League.
At Montreal 2, Providence 8.
All others postponed; rain.
American Association.
At Milwaukee 5. Kansas City 1.
Others not scheduled.
North Carolina League.
At Greensboro 3, Asheville 3 (called
end ninth; darkness).
At Raleigh 0, Winston-Salem 0 (11
innigs; train).
At Charlotte 6, Durham 2.
College Games.
At Ann Arbor: Cornell 0, Michi
gan 3.
At Annapolis: Navy 18. Maryland
Athletic Club 6.
At Easton: Lafayette 4, West Vir
ginia Wesleyan 1.
At Greensboro, Ala.: Southern Uni
versity 4, Cumberland University <X
Southern University 2. Cumberland 4
(second game).
At Macon —
Score: R H B
Mercer 10 12 6
Florida 5 8 3
Stevens and Clements; Shaw and
Riggins.
At South Bethlehem, Pa.: Villa
Nova 4, Lehigh 2.
At West Point: Army 3, Notro
Dame a
At Princeton: Williams 3, Prince
ton 2
At Philadelphia: Columbia 8, Penn
sylvania 5 (12 innings).
At New Haven: Yale 2, Dart
mouth 1.