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

that Cobb had twice essayed the bunt
maybe Cobb was 6guring that he
(Mathewson) did not expect him to do
the same as In Chicago and thus hoped
to outguess him. Matty concluded that
this was so. and he signed Grant to
stick on third. But this would be no
ordinary curve. He would give Cobb
one of his best "fnders" breaking
down and away from the batter. May.
be he could strike him out.
Cobb watched the brief windup. and
his shrewd eyes. never leaving the
ball. gllnted triumphantly as he saw 1t
approach waist high and fading.
Quicker than thought he stepped for
ward and with short. hard swing
pushed a clean drive ten feet from
Grants reach out into left field Clarke
started the moment 1t left the bat, but
n nasty bounce confused him. and
Lord, rounding third. tore across the
plate. Mathewson acknowledged the
strategy with sarcastic grin directed
at Chance, which did not escape
Cobb's notice. Crawford fonled out to
Mitchell, Chase was doubled at third.
a wonderful throw.
The Nationals chngrin lasted only a
moment. Grant and Mathewson went
to the coaching lines. Encouraged by
their orntory. Evers singled through
the pitchers box. Bush made q mess
Of Leach's grounder. and Clarke out
Int fn1 hun IN nrf hn
bases. The mighty Wagner pa wed the
earth. spat on his hands and roarcd
defiance at Mullin. Like Caesar draw.
ing his robe lest he see his assassins
stab him. Patrick McGuire's big hands
covered his face as he rocked back and
forward. Mr.. Merrill was crying and
laughing: ITS all overt Wagner II
kill it!' Infelders and out6elders were
begging Mullin to STEADY up"
Wagner swung and missed a curve
Mixing them up. Mullin sent In an
other high fast one away from the
plate. but Wagner. aroused to fury,
swung with all his power. Crashl A
Gargantunn wallop, going with such
speed that Mullin just managed to get
part of his gloved hand to his forehead
when the drive hit him squarely.
Chase. expecting play to be made at
the plate on Evers. was way In so that
he could back up Carrigan. AS the ball
bounced from Mullins head he dashed
toward the box, grabbed the ball be-
fore 1t struck ground. whipped to Lord
at third. and Lord whipped to Collins.
thus completing triple play on Wag-
ner. Evers and Leach In less time than
1t can be told.
The grotesque head Of Mcclure.
wearing frayed hat rim. was the first
thing that Mullin saw on regaining
consciousness.
"Wwhat's the matter" muttered
the bewlldered pitcher.
aye win, Cargo; ye winl" blared Nc
Gulre. THE ball bounced to your far
head. and Chase made a triple playl
Twas nlver done but vance before
Buffalo and Boston In 1884, Rowe
catching and Calvin pitching. seen
it-whatv
Breaking away suddenly. MCGUIRE
reached the home plate. where Um-
plres Emslie and Evans held their
ground against the jostling Nationals
The stableman's arguments were
drowned In a roar of personal abuse,
which was suppressed by Fred Clarke
and Frank Chance. "That plays legit-
Imate," said Clarke. "And l remember
about 1t being made in Boston, Come
on. Let him aloneW
''If you wasn't crazy I'd knock your
block Off, Wagner. bareheaded. red
faced. raised both gorilla arms over a
slight but animated figure that danced
around him, shouting: why didn't
you waltz You struck at two wide
onesl He'd n walked you'll We'd "a
tied tn scorer
At sound VI this voice Mcclure tore
the big Dutchman aside. Hes walk
-todlkinO-hrst time in ten years
Mr.. Merrilrs walking"
The millionaire In his passion of ex-
element had indeed leaped from his
chair. Only now did he seem to realize
It. Qulzzlcally he glanced from one to
another rs he looked himself up and
down.
You have no kick coming. Mr.. Mer-
rell," said Mathewson. I'VE outhit
outpItched and outflelded them"
"Why, yes" The rich bug" spoke
mcekly. He was more interested in
punching himself and springing his
joints. "My score shows that But I
don't-er-qulte-the figures seem to
How did you account for itr'
"Luckw chorused a dozen voices.
"rhe break. man; figures amt every
thing! Luck counts in baseball"
With bewildered smile the million
aire looked about for his stableman.
He was doing Jig. with three little
McGuires clinging to his shoulders.
Mcclure" he called out, you're
rich forever. Good luck to you"
Then. turning and shaking hands
with the players, he said: Boys, that
finishes me as baseball bug. Hack
ett. burn up all that stun in my
rooms" With red blood jumping
through his veins, his heart pumping
and his spleen active, he turned and
ran for the gate like a schoolboy at
recess.
THE SCORE.
NATIONALS AMERICANS
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