The San Francisco call., 1895-12-22
further behind in futile effort to catch

| further behind in futile effort to catch
the man with the ball under his arm.
! A little while longer and the game was
ended, although the Butte men tried re-
peatedly to send their remarkable runner
on a second squirt that would have tied the
score.
The Reliance backs were playing close
up to the line, when the unexpected hap
pened. Butte had just stopped Reliance
up for the third time and got the ball on
the 20-yard line. Reliance did not fear
a kick, for Butte had not been very sue
cessful in kicking. 1t was line-smashing
drive that Reliance looked for. Big
HartZell had hurled through them too
often to be forgotten in the crisis. The
ball was snapped back, whisked to Gillis,
who, starting as though he were fired
from cannon, cleaned Lanyon's end and
sped up the field, skirting close to the
human fence that bent and curved forward
over the side lines.
With one roaring burst of non partisan
admiration 1.-THE crowd went wild-wilder
than it had been at any one OF the brilliant
performances of the home team, with
which the great majority of the hundreds
of spectators had shown their sympathies.
The game merIted all the praise that the
spectators with one accord heaped upon
the great exhibition. Men rushed along
the side lines telling each other that 1t was
the best match they had ever seen; and
the only regret is that the unfavorable
weather prevented its being seen by more
people, for it was one of those exhibitions
that spectators go about after and tell
their friends, "You ought to have seen it. !"
Wyckoff' skiIlful punts on several occa-
sions liberated Reliance from a very
ticklish position. And every one of them
were executed when the Butte men were
all but upon him.
For Butte, next to Gillis' great run,
Hartzells unfailing plunges into the line
we've a revelation to Caiifornians.
Big Bert divers excellent interference
for the backs made him the most notice
able guard on the field. But the mighty
Michigan tower, the pink-haired Hooper,
was always in evidence, showing and hurl
ing himself against the equally powerful
Smith, captain of the Olympics.
The Butte players came clambering on
to the field at quarter past o'clock like
a company of prize giants. People looked
and wondered at their size as they massed
themselves near the south goal and held a
council of war. And five minutes later
the Reliance men vaulted over the low
fence and began running about the field,
kicking and passing the ball. Their en-
trance was greeted with applause that
showed it came from nearly every man
present.
A few moments later Mcmillan jumped
into the field and ran toward his new
team. 1t was the first time the local en-
thusiasts had seen the old Reliance cap
tain in his Butte suit, and they gave him a
hearty welcome.
When the game started bic man from
Butte called out repeatedly, $500 on
Butte" but no one took him up. The
Butte manager was there with all his in
sigma and medals and embIems and tro-
phies and flags attached to his person.
People wondered who he was but he went
steadily on writing his two-minute bull
letins and sending them to the telegraph
instrument, for Butte and two other Mon
tana towns were taking half holiday to
receive those bulletins. 1t was not enough
that two special correspondents should be
present. Butte must have special wire,
and she had it, with all the munif-
cent style that has characterized her reck-
less backing of a sport into which the
people of Montana have plunged heart
and soul.
Following are the elevens as they faced
each other: