Baseball Joe in the Central League; or, Making Good as a Professional Pitcher

"Why, here's Joe!" "So soon? I didn't expect him until night." The girl who had uttered the first exclamation, and her mother whose surprise was manifested in the second, hurried to the door of the cottage, up the gravel walk to which a tall, athletic youth was then striding, swinging a heavy valise as though he enjoyed the weight of it.