Morris tribune., 1910-08-19

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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 'faders." breaking
down and away from the batter. May
be he could strike him out
Cobb watched the brief wfndup, and
his shrewd eyes. never leaving the
ball. gIinted triumphantly as he saw it
approach waist high and fading.
Quicker than thought he stepped for
ward and with short, hard swing
pushed clean drive ten feet from
Grants reach out into left field Clarke
started the moment it left the bat, but
a nasty bounce confused him, and
Lord, rounding third, tore across the
plate. Mathewson acknowledged the
strategy with a sarcastic grin directed
at Chance, which did not escape
Cobb's notice. Crawford fouled out to
Gibson, and. on Speakers drive to
Mitchell, Chase was doubled at third.
q wonderful throw
The Nationals chagrin lasted only a /
moment. Grant and Mathewson went
to the coaching lines Encouraged by
their oratory, Evers singled through
the pitchers box. Bush made mess
sof Leach's grounder, and Clarke out
sprfnted bunt to Lord. filling the
bases, The mighty Wagner paved the
earth. spat on his hands and roared
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 be rocked back and
forward. Mr.. Merrill was crying and
laughing: Its all over! Wagner ii
kill it, Infelders and outfielders 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. Crash! A
Gargantuan 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 it struck ground, whipped to Lord
at third, and Lord whipped to Collins,
thus completing a triple play Oh Wag-
ner, Evers and Leach in less time than
it can be told.
The grotesque head of Mcclure.
wearing frayed hat rim, was the first
thing that Mullin saw on regaining
consciousness.
"W-what's the matter?" muttered
the bewildered pitcher.
Eye win, Cargo; We win!' blared Nc
CURE. "The ball bounced to your far
head, and Chase made a triple play!
Twas niver done but vance before
Buffalo and Boston in 1884, Rowe
catching and Calvin pitching l seen
it-what!'
Breaking away suddenly, Mcguire
reached the home plate, where UNI
pires 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 Iegit-
innate" said Clarke. And | remember
about it being made in Boston. Come
on. Let him alone!'
"If you wasn't crazy I'd knock your
block off, Wagner. bareheaded. red
faced, raised both gorilla arms over
slight but animated figure that danced
around him, shouting: why didn't
you wait? You struck at two wide
ones! He'd "a walked you! We'd "a
tied tn scorer
At sound Of this voice MCGUIRE tore
the big Dutchman aside. Hes walk q
ing-oaIking-frst time in ten years
Mr.. Merrill's walking"
The millionaire in his passion Of ex-
element had indeed leaped from his
chair. Only now did he seem to realize
it. Quizzically he glanced from one to
another as he looked himself up and
down.
you have no kick coming. Mr.. Mer-
re1l," said Mathewson. 1--WE outhits
and outfelded them"
"'Why, yes" The rich bug spoke
meekly. He was more interested ID
punching himself and springing his
joints. my score shows that. But
figures seem to-
How did you account for itY'
"Luckw chorused a dozen voices.
'"The break, man; figures amt every
thing! Luck counts in baseball"
With a bewildered smile the million
aire looked about for his stableman
He was doing jig, with three little
McGuires cIinging 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 a baseball bug. Hack
EFT, burn up all that stuff in my
rooms" With red blood jumping
through his veins. his heart pumping
and his spleen active, he turned and a
ran for the gate like a schoolboy at