The record-union., 1899-12-11
DOYLE WAS REMEMBERED.
PRESENTED ON THE DIAMOND
WITH A WATCH.
Gilt Edges Turn the Tables ON the
Oakland Men-Now Each
Has q Game.

About 2OO persons were at Oak Park
yesterday afternoon and saw the Gilt
Edge tribe wipe the Oakland cripples
off the map to the tune of to 2.
The sky was a cherries gray, and the
southeast zephyr had in it a gentle re-
hinder of Klondike, and the teeth Of
the cranks shattered and shivers ran
down their spines, as a listfeas, poky
sort of an exhibition unfolded itself
There have been better games this sea-
son than that played yesterday and
there have been worse ones. 1t was
neither wholly good nor wholly bad
just a cross between the two.
And in the first inning Charley
Doyle, the long pitcher, was surprised
even if nobody else was The cranks
and rooters knew, to a man, what was
coming, but Doyle was innocently igno-
rant. Something like three weeks ago
the plain, ordinary rooters, the men
who like the sport for the sports sake,
decided that something ought to be
done to show Doyle that his efforts
have been appreciated. Accordingly a
subscription was quietly circulated, and
poor indeed was the crank who did not
add his mite toward the purchase of a
beautiful solid gold watch and chain
for the lanky pitcher. Nor was this
all. With the chain went a locket,
and with the locket went a solitaire d.
amond of considerable worth
So it happened that when Doyle went
to the plate in the first inning, Hon.
Elwood Bruner invaded the diamond,
and the Oakland boys fiocked in from
the pastures and the men of both
mines lined up in regulation order.
Doyle turned red and then white, and
looked as though he would like to fly
out over the fence or through the
ground, but as escape was out of the
question he pulled off his red cap and
faced the music.
And then Mr.. Bruner talked at him.
He told him that the people of Sacra-
mento liked him, not only because of
his conscientious work on the diamond
but also because he had been weighed
in the scales made to fit gentlemen,
and found not wanting. He told him
that the people wanted to see him with
the home team next season, and then
sprung the watch on him.
Charlie didn't exactly know what to
do with the ticker He handled it
gingerly, glanced at his wife in the
grand stand, and then, realizing that
the crowd was waiting for him to say
something, turned around and faced it.
He didn't say very much, as he had
no set speech. He just said he was
surprised, grateful, and that he would
be here next season And then he
pulled his red cap down over his ears
and tried to act as if nothing had hap
pened.
Then the game went on and the chill
became denser There was no sun
shine, ne perspiration, and the crowd
was not big enough to work up much
enthusiasm.
The locals took two runs in the first,
one in the fourth, and three in the sew
enth inning, and the cripples took one
each in the eighth and ninth
Beville, the stout boy who worked
with the Colusa amateurs last sum-
mer, was in the box for the visitors. It
was his try-out game, and he left the
impression that with good coaching
and plenty of practice he will be en-
titled to travel in fast company. He has
plenty of speed. sharp curves, and
good control, and twice retired Harvey,
the hardest batter of the league, on
strikes Young Beville, is comet"
and Ewing will probably give him a
chance next season.
To the official score keeper the game
looked like this.