The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1897-05-10

Kansas City at Milwaukee.
Indianapolis at Columbus.
Detroit at Grand Rapids.
Now are all the hates, all the as
perities, of the rival twins gone, deep
buried in the ocean of base ball.
St. Paul-Comiskey's st. Pau team,
at that-went over to the Flour City
yesterday. took a game from the home
team on it's w grounds, and got away
again without a cross word being
spoken by the Mill City fans. OF course
Walter Wilnot roared a few roars. He
always does. But not so the crowd.
Was it the gentle influence of the Sab
bath that thu smoothed down the
rufled souls of the Millers' clientele?
Not that, for oft the Sabbath stiffness
has been rudely broken by the disquiet-
ing bowls of these same rooters. Nor
was it due the fact that the st. Paulltes
present outnumbered the Millers' fell
low citizens that the latter were so
docfle. 1t was a spirit of gratitude
that won for the Saints the most con-
siderate reception that was veer given
a team from the capita al city. Comiskey's
men, so far as one team could do 1t,
SIiOM Gu llSIil IION " pay SOOo 0@S>
ball. 1t was the best they had seen
since the departure Of the giants, Wer-
den and Schriver: Of the gentle Willie
Hutchinson, and the brisk Preston and
Connors. The old-time fans who were
wont to root with a 33-degree enthu-
siasm have not been well warmed this
spring, till yesterday. They were glad
that it was q Minnesota team that
would win the pennant they had hope
lessly given up.
Who knows but when st. Paul is pay
ing the final games in the %pennant
race, the fans of Minneapolis will for
sake the shades of Nicollet park for
those of Lexington, and there indulge
in beatifc visions of the coveted flag
being taken by Minnesota when it
can not by Minneapolis-but that pipe
always does go out at the most unex-
pected times and places.
For six innings, Minneapolis count,
il was an almost constant tie. Honors
were easy in batting and fielding, but
then the Apostles took Carney's meas
ure and they liked it. The Millers tried
to make it measure for measure with
Phyle, but it was loves labor lost, and
then the rOseate hopes of the Dime
apolis crowd were dispelled as a mid
summer nights dream. The Wilmot
nine scored again, and $500 st.
Paulites roared themselves hoarse all
the way to the Washington avenue
bridge.
Oh. the unadulterated bliss that
comes to the constant fan who follows
the team to a rival town, NJ matter
how close-when they win.
The new Sunday park near Mime
i T. - &c tie N~11rtn
n2nces, much resembles the old one on
the West side here. It's distinguishing
characteristics are a right field bleacher
forty feet high, and a grand stand
that, instead of having wings parallel
to the base lines, is at an angle OF Sl12
degrees from a line drawn from second
base through the home plate. The
catcher and third baseman stand real
close to the stand.
The stands seat $500 after a fashion.
About $500 wanted to see yesterdays
game. The other thousand piled them
selves in and about the field, where
they contributed two extra bases to a
foul line %grounder by Kuehne.
1t was pretty windy when Umpire
Lally called play, at $3.50, and neither
Phyle nor Carney could find the plate
for a time, but after that they settled
down somewhat, although Carney owes
a deb of gratitude that can never be
computed in dollars and cents to Dog
gle" Miller, whose work in the back
stop yesterday was not simply a reve-
lation, but a solitary consolation, to
the Minneapolis people who took the
trouble to attend.
Phyle's start. as previously suggest
ed. was inauspicious, four widely vary
ing bad ones permitting Artie Ball to
canter to first. Lally sacrificed with
artistic finish, and a wild pitch gave
the wiry shortstop third. Wilmot
conned Phyle into giving him four,
and then stole second. Nyce passed
up Wilmot to get Ball; the ball was
lost and so was Ball.
Walter went to third. Miller hit
safely between Preston and Shugart.
Wilmot scored. Pickett, however, hit
to Shugart and a double play ended
the home teams half.
Mcbride did as well by Carney as
Ball had lone by Phyle. Preston was
greeted cordially by old Minneapolis
admirers when he came up, and he
hit a hard one which looked as though
it would go over the fence into the
race track, but the wind held it back
and it dropped in Wilmot's glove. Nyce
waited. as Mcbride had done, and the
two played well off the bases. Carney's
bad throw let Mcbride reach third,
and then they tried the double steal
again. Miller threw to Pickett. who
SURRENDERED Nyce and returned the