The Portland daily press., 1894-06-15
THE FIELD OF SPORTS
FROM Nights OF HAPPINESS TO
DEPTHS OF DISGUST.
Slater Won the Game, Then Carey
Lost 1t.

Inc rlnesU Oanle OF Inc Seasou-AHe heen-
est Excitement-The Greatest Revulsion
of Feeling-The Loudest Cheering
Portland Batted Winning Ball-Carey
Pitched the Same Till He Went to
Pieces.
1t was the finest game yet played on the
home grounds this season-except the last
half of the last inning. -
Accept the truth of that statement till we
tell you the story. There was good audi
ence of over 500 people to see Manager
Leonard's well managed men from Paw
tucket. The weather was warm enough to
be comfortable for the first time this year.
There was more or less of misgivings at the
sight of Carey in the box. After the Port
lands had faced Granpa Morse, made two
hits and died without reaching third. But
The crowd remembered what Carey had done
right and tried to forget what he had done
wrong and pucked up courage and hoped
for victory.
Bannon was given his base on balls. Han
nivan went out at first. Wise got first be-
cause Slater dropped the ball (the crowd
felt worried already Wise stole second. Me-
Donald was presented first, so that the
and made nice hit. Two men came in
Darrah went out to Harry Smith. Malone
bit to right and Mcdonald came home, be-
cause Casey muffed it. Two square muffs by
two of our best men. Moore went out to
Harry Smith. Three runs, none of them
earned.
After that there was no more run-getting
for the Pawtuckets for seven innings.
M. Id = ~ 1-,+ Nav
got but seven scattered hits off him for the
whole game. In the fifth he played clever
trick on Roach, who was on first. He didn't
go into the box after FOUL threw wide to
first, purposely, Darrah hustled to second
and Slater got the ball and he was out.
In the sixth Bradley made pretty double.
He ran after a fly that Malone on first,
thought was base hit and started for
second. But Bradley just reached it,
whirled and threw to Slater and two were
out in jiffy. #
Slater made double all by himself OAR
rah. unintentionally hit the ball while
lodging it. "A little fly went down to Slater.
He gathered it in and then there was a
scramble for the bag by him and Roach, who
was runner, 'SIater's leg was the longest
and two men were out in about half
second.
The Portands got no runs till the eight
Grandpa Morse was too much for them and
his cheerful grin was more cheerful than
ever. Portland didn't see third base till the
eight. Then Carey got two-bagger, swift
grounder that rolled in the right place
almost to the fence. Garry's sacrifice adj
vaned him to third and Skaters timely hit
sent him home--a pretty earned run.
Pawtucket got nothing in the last of the
eighth and the ninth opened with the score
3-.to 1-rather dubious for Portland, with the
cheerful Grandpa's smile looking quite as
determined and wicked and dangerous as it
did cheerful.
Harry Smith died at first and hopes sank
| lower, if possible. Burns got hit, so did
Mahoney, as did Charley Smith. But Ma
honey was caught trying for third. How
ever excitement was increasing; SO were
hopes, for one earned run had come in.
Carey got hit with the ball. Hurrah for
| Carey! He didit on purpose, of course.
Garry got first by an error Of McDonald's.
| The bases were full.
''Slaterl Slater!'' everybody shouted as
Old Reliable ambled towards the plate. lie
was as cool as ever. No flush came to.his
| cheek, no quickness to his step. no tremor
to his arm and no lawful goneness to his
stomach, we make bold to assert-though
the situation was frightful. Horatio on the
bridge was nothing to IT. The. crowd could
| scarcely breathe, Grandpa Morse had
stopped grinning. He looked positively
| diabolical.
He wound up his arm, that artful
| accurate arm and the ball started.
And then s'old Slate ct is always. sold
Slate" and young Garry. by the way
GRAND 'sOLD SLATE"
he hit that first ball and he hit it hard. 1t
sailed over Bannon's head on bee line for
| the tree
AND THREE MEN CAME HOME
and the game was won and great yell
went up, and with it went hats and
handkerchiefs and everybody wanted to
hug everybody else and ''Old Slate'' sat
down on thirdsand grinned and grinned and
made up for all the grinning he hasn't done
for the last thirty odd years or more
There were no more runs, but who wanted
any more. Four runs in that inning had us
| two ahead.
The Pawtuckets actually wept. But they
| didn't lose courage. They had one more
| inning at the bat
AND OH ITS TALE OF WOE,
| but that one inning was enough to reverse
our happiness and their dispair.
Carey was ratified. He must have boon, a
school boy could have thrown over that
plate. A baby would have known enough
| to toss the ball to the batters, rather than
given the first two their bases. But that's
what Carey did and then Grandpa Morse
| (stfll looking diabolicaD banged a swift hit
| by second and
eQ GARRY LETIT GO BY HIM
and two men came in and the score was
| tied, and no one was out, and the best bat
| ters came up. Bannon sent high fly to
| Harry Smith. He caught it of course, but
| Morse had plenty of time to run home after
| ward and it was all over,
| But it won't be forgotten for long time.
Manager Clarity ought to have put some
| one else into the box that last inning, just
| as Manager Leonard put Fournier in, the
last time they were here. and clinched their
| victory.
WE MIGHT HAVE CLINCHED OUR
| A VICTORY
with Dolan or Daniels. Carey's propensity