The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1915-06-06

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grandst:nd, slower to understand and
approve, arrived later; but it got there
about the seventh, and ladies' gloves
and mems hats were sacrificed.
In the eighth the Ouakers reluc-
family yielded their need of praise,
showing it by a cessation of their saw
age wordy attacks on the RUDE. 1t
was kind of sullen respect, wrung
from the bosom of great foes.
Then the ninth inning was at hand.
AS the sides changed remembered to
look at the feminine group in our box.
Milly was in a most beautiful glow of
happiness and excitement. Nan sat
rigid, leaning over the rail, her face
white and drawn, and she kept saying
in low voice: Twill it never end?
Will it never end?" Mrs. Nelson
stared YEARLY.
1t was the Ouakers' last stand. They
faced it as a team that had won many
q SoihS III lhC Will t"O lICH
out. Dugan could do nothing with the
Rube's unhittable drop. for drop
curve was his weakness, and he struck
out. Hucker hit to Hoffer, who FUN
bled, making the first error of the
game. Poole dumped the ball, as evil
IDENTIFY the RUDE desired, for he hand
ed up straight one. but the bunt
rolled teasingly and the Rube, being
big and tall, failed to field it in time.
Suddenly the whole field grew quiet
For the first time Cogswell's coaching
was clearly heard.
"Onc out! Take lead! Take a
lead! Go through this time! Go
through"
Could it be possible, l wondered,
that aftt-: such wonderful exhibit
ton of pitching the Rube would lose
out in the NINTH
There were two Ouakers on base.
one out, and two of the best hitters in
the league on deck, with chance of
Lane getting up.
"Oh! Oh! Ohw moaned Nan.
/ put my hand on hers. Don't quit,
Nan. You'll never forgive yourself if
you quit. Take it from me, Whit will
pull out of this hole!"
What a hole that was for the RUDE
on the day of his break into fast COM
pany! measured it by his remarkable
elaboration. He took long time to
get ready to pitch to Berne, and when
he let drive it was as if he had been
trifing all before in that game I
could think of no way to figure it
except that when the ball left him
here was scarcely any appreciable in
:erval of time before it cracked in
mitt. 1t was the Rube's
irop, which I believed unhittable.
Berne let it go by. shaking his head
as McClung called it a strike. An
other followed, which Berne chopped
at vainly. Then with the same up
neaval of his giant frame, the same
iinging of long arms and lunging for
ward, the RUDE delivered third drop.
And Berne failed to hit it.
The voiceless bleachers stamped on
he benches and the grandstand like
wise Numbered
Callopy showed his craft by step
ping back and lining Rube's high
pitch to left. Hoffer leaped across and
plunged down. getting his gloved hand
n front of the ball. The hit was safe,
put Hoffer's valiant effort saved a
lie score.
Lane up! Three men on bases! Two
,ut!
Not improbably there were many
thousand spectators of that thrilling
moment who pitied the Rube for the
ate which placed Lane at the bat
hen. But | was not one of them New
my throat was clogged. my
mouth dry. and my ears full of bells.
could have done something terrible
o Hurtle for his deliberation, yet
new he was proving himself what |
ad always tried to train him to be.
Then he swung. stepped out, and
brew his body with the ball. This
vas his rarely used pitch, his last re-
ort. his fast rise ball that jumped up
! little at the plate. Lane struck
Inder it. How significant on the in
tant to see old Cogswell's hands go
p! Again the RUDE pitched, and this
ime Lane watched the ball 60 BY.
Two strikes!
That whole audience leaped to its
eet. whispering, yelling, screaming.
caring, bawling.
The RUDE received the ball from
sweeney. and quick as lightning he
ped it plateward. The great Lane
truck out! The game was over-Chi-
ago. 1; Philadelphia. o.
In that whirling moment when the
rowd went mad and Milly was hug
ing me. and Nan pounding holes in
ny hat, l had queer sort of blank
ess. section of time when my sen
atoms were deadlocked.
"Oh! Connie, look" cried Nan.