The record-union., 1899-10-15
gifts FALL BACK ONE PEG.
BEATEN YESTERDAY BY THE
SAN FRANCISCOS.
It Was One of the Best Games Of
the Season, and Close From
First to Last.
San Francisco 8, Gilt Edge Z.

the home diamond, and it is easy to
place the responsibility. The game
should have been on the credit instead
of the debit side, but it wasn't. The
husky locals swatted the sphere for all
kinds of hits, and after batting Fitz-
patrick out of the box, hashed up
| Iberg's surves in the latest approved
| fashion.
But it was all of no avail The fates,
assisted by Eagan, Harvey and Doyle,
were unpropitious. Egan by two cork
ing fumbles, boosted "Uncle's'' men
along; Harvey by three wild pitches,
brought them trailing across the plate,
and Doyle by misjudging and finally
muffing beautiful fly in right field,
added to the misery.
1t was just a batch of errors and a
game lost at the time when games
count. The local people batted like
fiends but heavy stickwork does not
always win games. 1t did not yester-
day
The Gilts started the fireworks early.
In the first after Mclaughlin had sue
cumbed to the crafty offerings of Fitz-
patrick, and Harvey had died igno-
miniously at first, F'itz presented
+ EO'Connor with a free pass to the initial,
and "Truckerino" Eagan spat on his
off hand and belted the ball over the
fence for a home run.
The locals did nothing to speak of in
the second, but in the third O'Connor
drove a three-bagger to the southeast
corner and scored on "Truckerino's"
long fly-out to Pyne, and then Uncle"
retired Mr.. Fitzpatrick and offered
Ham Iberg as a shining mark.
Iberg celebrated his advent by retir-
ing Timothy O'Shanahan with three
streaks over the plate, and by shooting
Tommy Sheehan out at the initial.
Stulz poked a safe one along third for
life, and then Mclaughlin, he of the
sad cast of cOuntenance and SprintinG
proclivities, welted the leather far over
the bulletin board for a walk-around,
herding in Stulz. And that is how the
Sacramento people brought in four of
their runs by means of home cracks
into the uneXplored country.
In the seventh the home tribe took
their last two tallies on McLaughlin's
line drive to second, Riley's hard
chance muff of Harvey's short field fly,
O'Connors drive to Courtney, Eagan's
sacrifice and Stanleys hit to center
field, and there they stopped.
San Francisco put up the best field
ing game seen here this season, with
Muller, the fast left fielder, in the title
role. Mullers work was superb, and
if Uncle Harris isn't proud of him
he is a hard-hearted magnate, and if
he does not put up a bonus to the lit
tie fellow for court plaster for his
fingers the rooter will be his friend no
more. Twice during the game did
local man spin the ball to the LETT
field fence, and twice Muller was there.
Props and wooden walls had no ter
rors for him, and the last of the two
drives sent to him pinned the hand
he stuck out for it against the fence,
but he held the ball.
The work of Krug at short was of
the phenomenal order. Krug is al
ways either exceptionally dazzling or
superbly rank Yesterday was his day
to dazzle. Little Brockoff at third
played his position like a veteran. The
boy is a favorite here and makes
friends with each visit. His war whoop
is appalling, but very effective, and he
always smiles.
Joshua Riley played second with
snap and vim, and Courtney, who used
to work in the outer garden for Wat
sonville, held down first without a
blunder. while Sullivan put up re-
markably clever game behind the bat.
San Francisco pegged one in the first
inning, two in the second, taking the
lead only to lose it in the fourth, one
in each of the fifth, seventh and eighth,
and when they went to the bat in the
ninth they were one run to the bad,
the score standing to 6, against them.
But it was garrison finish. The
sun had dropped to rest and the gray
of twilight was creeping up toward
'"Truckerino's" mustache when they
went in for the final effort. Harvey
was in an accommodating mood, so he
gave Sullivan a base on balls The
rotund backstop went to second on
Courtneys sacrifice, and then Riley,
front name, Josh, buzzed one out to
'"Truckerino" Eagan. Eagan, for some
reason unexplained, went into a trance,
and the ball went between his legs and
rolled gleefully out where "Old Hoss'
Shanahan was spattering mud about
trying to keep warm. What did Sui
livan do? Nothing-just scored.
Then Pyne, the center fielder, faced
the music and drove the ball to the left
garden for two bases, setting Riley on
third. and the latter scored on Muller's
fy-out to Shanahan, winning the
game.
And the game, errors and all, was a
good one. 1t is the fifth in succession, |
lost by the locals on the home dia-
mond.
The following chart is self -explana-
tory to the initiated:
Gilt Edge. alb. r. bh. SD. po. a. e. |
McI Iauchiin | e.. 5 2 2 p o 0 |