The Washington times., 1912-10-10

BOSTON, Oct. 10.--A historian
would have called him Ney-dough-
ty. determined Ney, swaying battle
with his mind. Over in the shadow
Of the horseshoe he stood-behind
him q wall Of vague faces, before
him more faces, blank. indistinct,
thousands Of them, the sloping sides
Of great pit. And the bottom Of
the pit was Of grass-as Austerlitz
was Of grass wide pit slashed with
the white Of many lines, peopled
with uniformed men, tanned, drawn
men, tense with half years fight
Ing and now renewing a second and
sterner fght--that OF worlds
championship.
Only the day before this Ney had
lost, he had seen New York beaten
In its own stronghold, his tried vet
Grams broken and routed by a boy
Wood, as you know. But now the
scene had shifted. He had taken
the offenusive-brought the battle
to the very doors Of Boston--come to
regain ground lost, to secure this
most strategic point, victory after
defeat had been met. Yet did he
fail!
McGraw At His Post.
And so we ind him, there at his post
doughty McGraw. untiring. determined.
An hour ago he began the vigil-began
II when the Red SoI. surprising Math-
ewsop, burst through the defenses and
scored heavily. Yet still he stood there
cool. confident, as patiently as man
waits who knows that fortune must
soon turn.
Now the white fianneled forms of the
Boston outhelders crouched forward.
their hands on their knees. their bodies
swaying slightly. A glance at them, an
assurance that all was ready and the
tall Collins lifted his arms to pitch.
Another inning, the eighth. was begin
ming. Two runs behind, the Giants
were returning to tho attack. At the
plate Snodgrass shifted his feet impa-
tiently. Shifted them until with sharp
swing he sent tho ball whistling high
over third. twisting and turning down
into left field. And a moment later a
faint twinkle came into the expression
less eyes Of McGraw-n twinkle of con-
fielder had blundered. You see. and
snodgrass was dancing OF hrst.
Collins Tired.
Perhaps as McGraw saw him he felt
that the turn had come. But a moment
later he knew. FOR from Doyle's bat
hit went ringing over second and Col
Inns showed signs Of firing. Instantly
the Ney In tho man took command.
Darling from his post he whispered
something to Becker. Then Becker
failed and a man was out. Now red
haired, red-tempered Murray came rum
ming from the dus-out, bat in hand.
darted aside. whispered-tkIs time that
Collins was gone. q revelation OF the
SPECIFIC weakness In his armor. And
Murray, needing his general, waited and
faith in himself. saw the hash Of a bat
and long white arc that. rising above
the infeid, dropped far beyond the left
bleaeher wall. And when he looked
third, Murray On second.
But now McGraw changed his tactics
q second time. Silent strategy gave way
TO the dramatic, the obvious. Up and
down the lines he stalked, calling over
his shoulder to the faltering Collins,
pantomiming expressively, urging on his
men with sharp tongue-lashing. calling
down abuse from the stands. indigna ton
from the Boston players-the tornado
long quiet breaking loose. And Collins,
unable to stand 1t longer. showed the
the nervousness OF his bearing. At a
gesture from the watchful Stahl he hur.
rted to the bench. Another gesture by
ths Boston leader and Hall appeared.
Cautiously he began to warm up and
McGraw, coming closer. gazed steadily.
Wait him out. Fred, he's wild" Os-
tensibly the advice was to Merkle, 1t
was for Hall, but Hall was made OF
sterner stun. He squared his Jaw and
Got his man. So McGraw switched his
tactics again.
feelings could be worked upon. In a
ter-Herzog. that little man Of nerve
npping him on the shoulder. employ
ing all the fattery OF word and hand,
McGraw carried out his plan. For he
knew the temperament Of all of his
men-knew II so well that Herzog,
bristling with, confidence, pounded the
ball over the left field wall. And as
Two Of the gray Giants pattered home,
as the inning closed with the sunlit
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