The evening world. [volume] (New York, N.Y.) 1887-1931, 1909-02-06


and then as Shrubb. slight and dark
and wiry. shot to the front like deer
running from the hunter, a roar Of ap-
plause went UP that shattered the
smoke wreaths and ratified the sky
lights.
Fleet Sbrubb Takes
Lead In First Mile.
With his dark hair flying in the wind
Of his swift flight, his white running
pants blown tight against tho taut
muscles, his feet fairly twinkling un-
der him, Shrubb went away from the
ploddlng Indian 80 fast that he seemed
TO gain yards with every stride. Almost
before We realized that the race has be-
gun, he had covered tho first half mile.
/ held a stop watch on II. Shrubs
time for the half was 2 minutes and 10
seconds. Half-mile championships have
been won In slower time than that Con-
sldering the fact that this was race Of
70 miles sS5 yards. the nerve Of the
lttls Engushman was almost appalling.
And when the half was run he never
Let down an inch.
On he few, with Longboat struggling
half lap behind. The mile he covered
IN I minutes ~ seconds. That was surely
flying. The athletic sharps In the crowd
gasped. Sparrow" Robsrtson bunked
at his watch and shook his head. James
z. Sullivan, In box, craned his neck
and glued his eyes upon the red-shirted
flyer out in front. Nobody had more
than 4 glance for Longboat. At q mile
and four laps (there are ten laps to the
mile. Shrubb Tapped the Indian, and
for moment logged at his heels and
watched his running action critically.
Satisfied, he went out IN front for an
other gain. Shrub was running like a
machine, without the slightest variation
In pace. So was Longboat, but so much
slower that It seemed almost a Joke.
Hey, Tom, take taxi" Shouted a wag
in an arena box Send up the c. Cd,
Tom" put in Joe Humphreys.
Shrubb Two Laps
Ahead at the Third.
At three miles Shrubb held cad O,
two laps and was still scooting along
as easily as at the start. He tripped
and fell, and Longboat regained fifty
yards. but the Englishman, not to be
denied. quickly took 1t back again. The
poor Indian was having hard time OF It
and looked worried. harry Pollok and
Pat Powers and Tom Flanagan, his
managers. shouted encouragement TO
him.
In the eighth mile Longboats effort
to keep somewhere near the fleeing
figure ahead began to tell. The Indian
was numbering along with sort OF a
bow-legged gallop His big shoulders
were heaving with the exertion and his
arms swinging jerkily ne began to
limp. And then Shrub. fresh and Slip
ping along with a snappy stride that
was the perfection OF leg motion, went
by for another lap.
The first ten mics were run well Tin
der the hour-in 81 minutes 80 2-5 sec.
ends, to be exact. Shrubb, coming ur
behind Lonsooat, still tearing /, of
slowed for an instant and looked the
Indian over. His dark, grim face fol
the first time broke into a mirthfu
crease Hes laughing" exclaimed
someone Hes laughing" echoed
everybody In amazement that a mar
could laugh after such heroic exertior
and the crowd. looking at Longboat
laughed with Shrub. 1t looked Ike
. good joke-the bes, Of the season.
Smiling shrubb Kept
Lengthenins tie Gap,
Shrub spurted up again. Longboa
put on speed and held his position for I
lap. and then Shrub. still smiling
Jumped by and went oat ahead openlnl
the gap foot at every stride. He has
i've laps TO the good now-half a mill
In ten miles OF running. The fashlIght
began pufing here and there around tn
track sending up young volcanoes o
powdery smoke. In the twelfth mil
Shrubb gained another lap. He va
getting the habit. Two miles further Of
he took one more. The men were sci
dom together. Shrubb running 1T hi
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