Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-03-08

| affair could hardly help from tempting
| the ball players into taking flyer once
| in awhile especially when they Would De
| timed off about certain horses tnat were
said to be all there in the winning llne-
One Law Outfielder Mccarthy received a
| tip from a friendly jockey that Roo Roy
was intended to win that afternoon, and
| Mccarthy was urged to get his money
down on the horse ..,
He did so and succeeded in getting
twenty dollars from the eccentric German
alter A hard struggle. for Mccarthy was
already deep in Won der AhAs debt
| Mccarthy. who had much faith in the
man who gave him the tip on the morse
placed his entire $50 on Rob Roy TO win,
and so anxious was he to learn now the
race would come out that he had friend
| of his stationed on the inside of the race
track and just back of the center neid
norton of the base ball park, who was
| to keep Mccarthy informed of every
move his horse made.
| On this particular day the mighty chi
cago club was playing In st. LOUIS ana
the game was very exciting one. tor the
two teams struggled clear up until the
last half of the ninth inning. with the
score = to ], in favor of ST. LOUIS.
After the ST. Louis players had gone out
| in one-twO-three order in their hali OF the
ninth Chicago came to bat. and Dalrym-
pie, the first man up, flied out to silver
King the pitcher; then Billy Sunday, now
| the noted evangelist, famed the air three
| times, but the ball being very low one
struck the ground before 1t reached the
| catcher and taking an ugly bound II
| rolled over near the grand stand ana Billy
was safe on first base.
The next man up was the great ana only
Anson who was d 300 batter and one OF
the famous long-distance swatterS he
was the ca plain of the Chicago clue and
the hardest loser that base ball has ever
known. Just as he took his stand at the
plate Mccarthy. who. was on pms ana
| needles about his horse, suddenly heard
| his friend on the other side OF the fence
| yell out:
They're off and Water Boy is in the
lead
Immediately following this cry Gaffney.
| the umpire, called one strike on Arson,
and Billy Sunday stole second. All this
| time Mccarthy had his eyes on Anson. and
| mis- ears cooked to hear from his friend
over on the rack track. Again his in
| formarit sung out:
They're at the quarter Wafer Boy still
| leading. with Woodside second, and Little
| Maid third
Two strikes" yelled Gaffney, as Arson
swung viciousIy and missed.
By this time McCarthy's head was turn
| ing from side to side with rapidty that
| threatened dislocation. il nothing more
| serious. as he was trying to keep his at
| ;ention on both tie game and the horse
race.
lfllS came liiC u ioiii eiiS ct44N4 --'S "a
the fence.
They're at the half. Little Maid lead
| .ng with Woodside second, and Black
Prince third"
Two balls.' shouted Gaffney
AT the three-quarters. sung out the
man over on the track. "Woodside in the
| lead Water Boy second. Black Prince
third"
For the love of heaven" shouted
| Mccarthy as he danced about. while at
| no time he tried TO watch the hat
! ter. "WilI you please inform me. Mike
what has become OF that divil of d Rob
| Roy. bad luck To the beast?''
Almost simultaneously with McCarthys
query came the words: They're under the
wire ard Rob Roy wins by a neck.
| 'Hurrah" shouted the overjoyed CEN
| ters fielder. as he began to do highland
| fling about the field. while he tossed his
cap nadly IL the air. forgetting for the
moment all about the ball game and just
then old Cap Arson caught one of Sill
| ver'' Kings outShoots on the end of the
bat, and he sent 1t with the speed OF q
cannon ball over into left center field
| But alas. Mccarthy got under way too
| late to catch the spheroid with the result
| that it sailed over his head and rolled
back to the fence, and when it was final
| " relayed in home Arson and Sunday
we're there before it, and although Nc
| Carthy won his horse race he lost the ball
game.
| When he came In from the field, with
| a sad expression on his face he was met
| by the enraged owner of the club, who.
shaking his fist in his face. cried out:
Look a-here, McCartee, vat / bay you,
to blay pase ball or ter BONES. eh?''
Base ball. Chris" answered Mccarthy,
and I'll admit | did wrong today and
lost the game said the 6uttieider. he
started toward the clubhouse. while Chris
trailed behind upbraiding him as only
| Won der Abe could.
| That evening when Mccarthy, after
| dressing, was going past the box office.
| Won der Abe spied him, and he called him
| over and asked:
| What horse you blay today, McCartec?"
| Il had twenty on Rob Roy said
| Mccarthy.
| Wen. / had twenty-fv on der same
nag?" cried Chris. 'und because We bofe
| played Rob Roy today I won't fine you
| for losing der game dis afternoon. but
der next dime you blay der horse races
| ind der pase pail at der same time,
Mccarthy. I will fine you Won tousands of
| tollars," added Chris he proceeded to
| count up his box office receipts.