"Wonder what he will do?" said Joe, when he and his brother were retiring for the night.
"Oh, he'll give us something," answered Harry. "Perhaps some extra bats and balls, or something for the clubroom."
"He is a pretty rich man, Harry."
"I know it, but what I did wasn't of such tremendous importance. Any of the fellows could have done it."
On the following day, after school, Harry found a letter awaiting him. It was from Mr. Corsen, and ran as follows:
"To Harry Westmore and the Lakeport Baseball Club:
"As a token of my appreciation of what was done for my little daughter Violet, and also as an evidence of the interest I take in the recently organized Lakeport Baseball Club, I hereby donate to the club the sum of one hundred dollars, to be known as the Violet Corsen Fund, and to be used as the officers and members of the Lakeport Baseball Club deem best. With best wishes for your success, I remain,
"Monroe T. Corsen."
"Hurrah! isn't that fine?" cried Harry, as he read the letter to his brother. "And here is the cash—ten ten-dollar bills." And he held the money up in his hand.
"This is certainly generous," returned Joe. "A hundred dollars, with what we already have, will buy us everything we need and leave a little in the treasury besides."