Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1910-07-30
FROsTBuRG, Md, SATURDAY, JULY 30, 1910

bleman. throwing down n pitChforkfui
Of hay "Who started it.: I'll let no
wan tell me Camnitz is II better pitcher
than George Mullin. Look at the fig
ures"
On the evening of the day that Pitts
burg finally beat Detroit for the
worlds championship Patrick Mcclure
was carried from his cottage door
amid cheers. howls and catcalls.
Face 1t out" cried MIR. Merrill
Take your medicine like Il man. Nc
Guire" The chart room had been con-
verted into a buffet. Drink this bur
gundy Of &C to the National league.
told you what would happen. old fel-
low. but don't feel bad. You've got
something to learn"
Feel bad" raped out Mcguire.
Because a kid pitcher had luck in a
couple of games. what's that? Didn't
l give you tn figures to show tb'
American league was faster an
stronger an
If looks could have killed. Mcclure
would now be in the potter's field. But
doggcdly he argucd-pitchers. short
stops. catchcrs and second basemen.
When he refused to see the signiti-
cance in Pittsburg and Chicago beat
ing their American league rivals Mr.
Merrill's nervous tension reached
terrible climax.
Get out, Throw him out. Evict
him. Hackett. Barnes, Blodgett, put
this man of my property! l won't
stand such ignorance! Evict him
wife, children and all! Confound the
foolw
Elected more suddenly than he ar
rived, MCGUIRE still had breath to
shout back. THE Red SoS beat tn
Giantsw
But at his cottage real tragedy greet
ed him. Mrs. Mcclure, holding her
youngest to her bosom. walled pierre
ingly: ITS me an six children with
out home. In hiven's name why did
l ever meet such a fool? Oh, wurra,
wurra! Sure an you've gone crazy en-
tircly"
Her wailnGs were cut short by the
appearance Of Secretary Uackett, who
showed his way through the crowd Of
sympathiZing tenants. Mcclure, Mr
Merrill wants to see you again. l be-
lieve he has gone mad, and I'm telling
you. my man. that IL anything hap
pens through your Internal obstinacy
I'll have you tried for homicide"
II have my figures" Mcclure kept
hn IN
miliar route. "IIe started it."
A desperate calm was on the mil
lionaire's face.
Mcclure" he said pick any nine
men from the American league and
I'll bet you $5O0.OOO that Mathewson,
with eight others from the National
league, will beat them"
That's easy enough" Mcclure
feered. when you know l haven't got
half a million to bet"
"Quite right. Mcclure. Understand
that am betting my money against
your situation. Immediately after los
ing you must move not only off my
place. but off Long Island. have
tried to treat you fairly, given you
every chance. Well, do you take the
bet?'
IL do. sir"
"Iackett! Mr.. Merrill summoned
with spasmodic gesture. Take his
team-here's mine-and start tonight
Get them. no matter what 1t costs.
Telegraph me when arrangements are
completed. And you. Mcclure, lay of
our polo field for a diamond. IL you
know enough"
THAT ! do. SIR
Don't let me see your face again
until the game. And now," overcome
by uncommon exertion. the invalid
crumpled in his chair, leave me. leave
mer
During the next couple Of days Mr..
Merrill's stableman was the busiest
person on the estate. Mrs. Mcclure
and the six little McGuircs watched
him with a sort of fascinated horror
as he marked out the base lines with
whitewash. Chuckling to himself. the
American league championer solilo
quized: "Ty Cobb, may tn saints bless
him. will steal home from here" rever-
emily tying down third base. Speak
er, me boy. don't let anything get by
you" The stableman was heroically
grubbing in left field.
When some days later the teams ar
rived In motorcars. Umpires Bob