Morris tribune., 1910-08-19


THE NORRIS TRIBUNE, Fl
bIeman, throwing down pitcnforkfu1
of hay. who started it? I'll let no
wan tell me Camnitz is better pitcher
than George Mullin! Look at the fig
uresr'
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, bowls and catcalls.
''Face it out" cried Mr.. Merrill.
''Take your medicine like a man, Nc
CURE" The chart room had been con-
verified into buffet Drink this bur-
gundy of &c to the National league. I
told you what would happen, old fell
low, but don't feel bad. You've got
something to learn"
Feel bad!'' raped out MCGUIRE.
Because a kid pitcher had luck in
couple of games, what's that? Didn't
l give you tn figures to show tn
American league was faster an
stronger an -
If looks could have killed, Mcclure
would now be in the potter's field. But
doggedly he argued-pitchers, short
stops. catchers and second basemen.
When he refused to see the signii-
canoe in Pittsburg and Chicago beat
ing their American league rivals Mr..
MerrilI's nervous tension reached a
terrible climax.
"Get out. Throw him out! Evict
him! Hackett, Barnes, Blodgett. put
this man off my property! l won't
stand such ignorance! Evict him
wife, children and all! Confound the
foolr'
Elected more suddenly than be ar
rived, Mcguire still had breath to
shout back, ''The Red Sox beat tn
Giants.''
But at his cottage real tragedy greet
ed him. Mrs. Mcguire, holding her
youngest to her bosom, walled pierre
ingly: tits me an six children with
out home! In hivens name why did
I ever meet such a fool? Oh, wurra,
wurra. Sure an you've gone crazy en-
tirely."
Her wailings were cut short by the
appearance of Secretary Hackett, who
showed his way through the crowd Of
sympathizing tenants. Mcclure, Mr..
Merrill wants to see you again. 1 be-
lieve he has gone mad, and I'm telling
you, my man, that if anything hap
pens through your Internal obstinacy
I'll have you tried for homicide"
81 have my figures" MCGUIRE kept
repeating, once more travelling the IA
miliar route. "He started it."
A desperate calm was on the mil
Honaire's face.
Mcclure" he said, ''pick any nine
men from the American league and
I'll bet you 100000 that Mathewson,
with eight others from the National
league, will beat them"
That's easy enough" Mcclure
feered, when you know 1 haven't got
half a million to bet"
"Quite right, Mcclure. Understand
that l am betting my money against
your situation. Immediately after los
ing you must move not only off my
place, but off Long Island. l have
tried to treat you fairly. given you
every chance. Well, do you take the
bet?"
81 do, sir"
"Hackettv' Mr.. Merrill summoned
with spasmodic gesture. "Take his
team-here's mine-and start tonight.
Get them, no matter what it costs.
Telegraph me when arrangements are
completed. And you, Mcclure, lay off
our polo field for a diamond, if 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, ''Ieave me, leave
mev
During the next couple of days Mr..
Merrills stableman was the busiest
person on the estate. Mrs. MCGUIRE
and the six little McGuires 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
your The stableman was heroically
grabbing in left field.
When some days later the teams ar
rived in motOrcars, Umpires Bob