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.The umpire, grotesquely padded in front by his chest protector,announced the batteries, dusted the plate, and throwing out a white ball, sangthe open sesame of the game: Play! Then Old Well-Well arose as if pushed from his seat by some strong propellingforce.It had been his wont always when play was ordered or in a moment ofsilent suspense, or a lull in the applause, or a dramatic pause when heartsheat high and lips were mute, to bawl out over the listening, waitingmultitude his terrific blast: Well-Well- Well! Twice he opened his mouth, gurgled and choked, and then resumed his seat witha very red, agitated face; something had deterred him from his purpose, or hehad been physically incapable of yelling.The game opened with White's sharp bounder to the infield.Wesley had threestrikes called on him, and Kelly fouled out to third base.The Phillies did nobetter, being retired in one, two, three order.The second inning was shortand no tallies were chalked up.Brain hit safely in the third and went tosecond on a sacrifice.The bleachers began to stamp and cheer.He reachedthird on an infield hit that the Philadelphia short- stop knocked down butcould not cover in time to catch either runner.The cheer in the grand standwas drowned by the roar in the bleachers.Brain scored on a fly-ball to left.A double along the right foul line brought the second runner home.Followingthat the next batter went out on strikes.In the Philadelphia half of the inning young Burt was the first man up.Hestood left-handed at the plate and looked formidable.Duveen, the wary oldpitcher for New York, to whom this new player was an unknown quantity, eyedhis easy position as if reckoning on a possible weakness.Then he took hisswing and threw the ball.Burt never moved a muscle and the umpire calledstrike.The next was a ball, the next a strike; still Burt had not moved. Somebody wake him up! yelled a wag in the bleachers. He's fromSlumbertown, all right, all right! shouted another.Duveen sent up another ball, high and swift.Burt hit straight over the firstbaseman, a line drive that struck the front of the right-field bleachers. Peacherino! howled a fan.Here the promise of Burt's speed was fulfilled.Run! He was fleet as a deer.He cut through first like the wind, settled to a driving strides roundedsecond, and by a good, long slide beat the throw in to third.The crowd, whowent to games to see long hits and daring runs, gave him a generoushand-clapping.Old Well-Well appeared on the verge of apoplexy.His ruddy face turnedpurple, then black; he rose in his seat; he gave vent to smothered gasps; thenhe straightened up and clutched his hands into his knees.Burt scored his run on a hit to deep short, an infielder's choice, with thechances against retiring a runner at the plate.Philadelphia could not tallyagain that inning.New York blanked in the first of the next.For theiropponents, an error, a close decision at second favoring the runner, and asingle to right tied the score.Bell of New York got a clean hit in theopening of the fifth.With no one out and chances for a run, the impatientPage 91 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlfans let loose.Four subway trains in collision would not have equalled theyell and stamp in the bleachers.Maloney was next to bat and he essayed abunt.This the fans derided with hoots and hisses.No team work, no insideball for them. Hit it out! yelled a hundred in unison. Home run! screamed a worshipper of long hits.As if actuated by the sentiments of his admirers Maloney lined the ball overshort.It looked good for a double; it certainly would advance Bell to third;maybe home.But no one calculated on Burt.His fleetness enabled him to headthe bounding ball.He picked it up cleanly, and checking his headlong run,threw toward third base.Bell was half way there.The ball shot straight andlow with terrific force and beat the runner to the bag [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.The umpire, grotesquely padded in front by his chest protector,announced the batteries, dusted the plate, and throwing out a white ball, sangthe open sesame of the game: Play! Then Old Well-Well arose as if pushed from his seat by some strong propellingforce.It had been his wont always when play was ordered or in a moment ofsilent suspense, or a lull in the applause, or a dramatic pause when heartsheat high and lips were mute, to bawl out over the listening, waitingmultitude his terrific blast: Well-Well- Well! Twice he opened his mouth, gurgled and choked, and then resumed his seat witha very red, agitated face; something had deterred him from his purpose, or hehad been physically incapable of yelling.The game opened with White's sharp bounder to the infield.Wesley had threestrikes called on him, and Kelly fouled out to third base.The Phillies did nobetter, being retired in one, two, three order.The second inning was shortand no tallies were chalked up.Brain hit safely in the third and went tosecond on a sacrifice.The bleachers began to stamp and cheer.He reachedthird on an infield hit that the Philadelphia short- stop knocked down butcould not cover in time to catch either runner.The cheer in the grand standwas drowned by the roar in the bleachers.Brain scored on a fly-ball to left.A double along the right foul line brought the second runner home.Followingthat the next batter went out on strikes.In the Philadelphia half of the inning young Burt was the first man up.Hestood left-handed at the plate and looked formidable.Duveen, the wary oldpitcher for New York, to whom this new player was an unknown quantity, eyedhis easy position as if reckoning on a possible weakness.Then he took hisswing and threw the ball.Burt never moved a muscle and the umpire calledstrike.The next was a ball, the next a strike; still Burt had not moved. Somebody wake him up! yelled a wag in the bleachers. He's fromSlumbertown, all right, all right! shouted another.Duveen sent up another ball, high and swift.Burt hit straight over the firstbaseman, a line drive that struck the front of the right-field bleachers. Peacherino! howled a fan.Here the promise of Burt's speed was fulfilled.Run! He was fleet as a deer.He cut through first like the wind, settled to a driving strides roundedsecond, and by a good, long slide beat the throw in to third.The crowd, whowent to games to see long hits and daring runs, gave him a generoushand-clapping.Old Well-Well appeared on the verge of apoplexy.His ruddy face turnedpurple, then black; he rose in his seat; he gave vent to smothered gasps; thenhe straightened up and clutched his hands into his knees.Burt scored his run on a hit to deep short, an infielder's choice, with thechances against retiring a runner at the plate.Philadelphia could not tallyagain that inning.New York blanked in the first of the next.For theiropponents, an error, a close decision at second favoring the runner, and asingle to right tied the score.Bell of New York got a clean hit in theopening of the fifth.With no one out and chances for a run, the impatientPage 91 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlfans let loose.Four subway trains in collision would not have equalled theyell and stamp in the bleachers.Maloney was next to bat and he essayed abunt.This the fans derided with hoots and hisses.No team work, no insideball for them. Hit it out! yelled a hundred in unison. Home run! screamed a worshipper of long hits.As if actuated by the sentiments of his admirers Maloney lined the ball overshort.It looked good for a double; it certainly would advance Bell to third;maybe home.But no one calculated on Burt.His fleetness enabled him to headthe bounding ball.He picked it up cleanly, and checking his headlong run,threw toward third base.Bell was half way there.The ball shot straight andlow with terrific force and beat the runner to the bag [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]