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MONDAY, JUNE 15, The Land of Broken Promises E — A Stirring Story o f the “the fighting fool,” “hidden waters,- “THE TEXICAN,” Etc. Mexican Revoltltion Illustrations by DON J. LAVIN A «tory of border Mexico, vivid, Intense, has never before been written, is this one of Ameri can adventurers into the land of manana. Texan, mining engineer, Bpanish senor and senorita, peon, Indian, crowd its chapters with ciear-cut word pictures of busi ness, adventure and love, against ■ somber background of wretched armies marching and counter marching across a land racked by revolution and without a savior. i v (Continued from Yesterday.) "That’s where this man Aragon, the tilg Mexican of the country, has his ranch and store. Spanish? Him? No, Indeed —mltad! He is half Spanish and half Taqui Indian, but his wife is a pure Spaniard—one of the few in the ,country. Her father wae from Madrid and she is a Villanueva —a very beau tiful woman in her day, with golden ialr and the presence of a queen! "No, not Irish! My goodness, you Americans think that everybody with -red hair is Irish! Why, the most beau tiful women in Madrid have chestnut hair as soft as the fur of a dormouse. It Is the old Castilian hair, and they are proud of it. The Senora Aragon married beneath her station —it wae In the City of Mexico, and she did not know that he was an Indian—but she Is a very nice lady for all that and never omits to bow to me when she comes up to take the train. I remem ber one time—” "Does Crux Mendez work for him?” Interjected De Lancey desperately. "No, Indeed!” answered Don Juan patiently; "he packs in wood from the hills—but as I was saying—” and from that he went on to tell of the un failing courtesy of the Senora Aragon to a gentleman whom, whatever his preeent station might be, she recog nized as a member of one of the oldest families In Castile. De Lancey did not press his in quiries any further, but the next morn ing, instead of riding back into the hills, he and Bud turned their faces down the canyon to seek out the elusive Mendes. They had, of course, been acting a part for Don Juan, since Kru ger had described Old Fortuna and the Senor Aragon with great minuteness. And now, in the guise of Innocent strangers, they rode on down the river, past the concentrator with its multiple tanka, its gliding tramway and moun tains of tailings, through the village of Indian houses stuck like dugouts against the barren hill—then along a river bed that oozed -with sllckings un til they came in sight of the town. La Fortuna was an old town, yet not as old ae its name, since two Fortunas before it had been washed away by cloudbursts and replaced by newer dwellings. The settlement itself was some four hundred years old, dating back to the days of the Spanish con qulstadores, when it yielded up many muleloads of gold. The present town was built a little ■up from the river in the lee of a great ridge of rocks thrust down from the hill and well calculated to turn aside a glut of waters. It was a comfortable huddle of whitewashed adobe build logs set on both sides of a narrow and irregular road—the great trail that led down to the hot country and was worn deep by the pack-trains of centuries. On the lower side was the ample store and cantina of Don Cipriano, where the thirsty arrleros could get a drink and buy a panoche of sugar without getting down from their mounts. Behind the store were the pole corrals and adobe warehouses and the quarters of the peons, and across the road was the mescal still, where, in huge copper retort and worm, the fiery liquor was distilled from the sugar-laden heads of Yuccas. This was the town, but the most im portant building—set back in the shade of mighty cottonwoods and pleasantly aloof from the road —was the residence of Senor Aragon. It was this, in fact, which held the undivided attention of De Lancey as they rode quietly through the village, for he had become accustomed from a long experience in the tropics to look for something elusive, graceful and femi nine in bouses set back in a garden. Nothing stirred, however, and having good reason to avoid Don Cipriano, they jogged steadily on their way. "Some house!” observed Phil, with a last hopeful look over his shoulder. "Uh,” assented Bui, as they came to a fork in the road. "Say," he con tinued, "let’s turn off on this trail. Lot of burro tracks going out —expect It's our friend, Mr. Mendez.” "All right,” said De Lancey ab sently; "wonder where old Aragon keeps that bee-utiful daughter of his— the one Don Joo-an was telling about Have to stop on the way back and sample the old man’s mescal.” "Nothing doing!” countered Hooker Instantly. "Now you heard what I told you—there’s two things you leave ah for sixty days—bitfoze and worn erf. After we cinch our title you can get as gay ae you please.” r- “00-eq!” piped PhU, "hear the bo; talk!” But~se said no more of wine and women, for he knew how they do complicate life. They rode to the east now, follow ing the long, flat footprints of the bur ros, and by all the landmarks Bud saw that they were heading straight for the old Eagle Tail mine. At Old Fortuna the river turns west and at the same time four canyons came In from the east and south. Of these they had taken the first to the north and It was leading them past all the old workings that Kruger had spoken about. In fact, they were almost at the mine when Hooker swung down suddenly from his horse and motioned Phil to follow’. "There’s some burros coming,” he said, glancing back significantly; and when the pack-train came by, each animal piled high with broken wood, the two Americans were busily tap ping away at a section of country rock. A man and a boy followed be hind the animals, gazing with wonder at the strangers, and as Phil bade them a pleasant “Buenos dias!” they came to a halt and stared at their industry in silence. In the Interval Phil was pleased to note that the old man had only one eye. "Que busca?” the one-eyed one finally Inquired; "what are you look ing for?” And when Phil oracularly answered, "Gold!" the old man made a motion to the boy to go on and sat down on a neighboring rock. "Do you want to buy a prospect?” he asked, and Bud glanced up at him grimly. “We find our own prospects,” an swered Phil. "But I know of a very rich proß pect," protested Mendez; "very rich!” He shrilled his voice to express how rich It wae. "Yes?” observed Phil; "then why don’t you dig the gold out? But, as for us, we find our own mines. That Is our business.” "Seguro!” nodded Mendez, glancing at their outfit approvingly. "But I am a poor man—very poor—l cannot de nounce the mine. So I wait for some rich Americano to come and buy it. I have a friend —a very rich man—in Gadsden, but he will not come; so I will sell it to you.” "Did you get that, Bud?” Jested Phil in English. "The old man here thinks wq’ye rich Americans and he wants to u6 a mine.” Bud laughed silently at this, and Mr. Mendez, his hopes somewhat blast ed by their levity, began to boast of Sat Toying With Hla Pistol. his find, giving the history of the Eagle Tail with much circumstantial ity and explaining that it was a lost padre mine. "Sure,” observed Phil, going back to his horse and picking up the bridle, "that’s what they all say. They’re all lost padre mines, and you can eee them from the door of the church. Come on, Bud, let’s go!” "And so you could this!” cried Men dez, running along after them as they rode slowly up the canyon, “from the old church that was washed away by the flood! This ie the very mine where the padres dug out all their gold! Are you going up this way? Come, then, and I will show you—the very place, except that the Americano ruined it with a blast!” He tagged along after them, whee dling and protesting while they ban tered him about his mine, until they finally came to the place—the ruin* of the Eagle Tall. It lay spraddled out along the hill side, a series of gopher-holes, dumps and abandoned workings, looking more like a badly managed stone quarry than a relic of padre days. Kruger’s magazine of giant powder, exploded In one big blast, had de stroyed all traces of his mine, besides starting an avalanche of loose shale that had poured down and filled the pocket. Added to this, Aragon and his men bad rooted around in the debris in search oMLhe vein, jind the story of (Copyright. 1914, by Frank A. Munsey.) their Inefficient work was told by great piles of loose rock stacked up beside caved-ln trenches and a series of timid tunnels driven into the neigh boring ridges. Under the circumstances It would certainly call for a mining engineer to locate the lost lead, and De Lancey looked it over thoughtfully as he be gan to figure on the work to be done. Undoubtedly there was a mine there— and the remains of an old Spanish smelter down the creek showed that the ground had once been very rich— but if Kruger had not told him in advance he would have passed up the job In a minute. “Well,” he said, turning coldly upon the fawning Mendez, who was all curves in his desire to please, "where is your prospecto?” "Aqui, senor!” replied the Mexican, pointing to the disrupted rock slide. “Here it was that the Americano Crooka hud his mine—rich with gold— much gold!” He shrilled his voice emphatically, and De Lancey shrilled his in reply. "Here?” he exclaimed, gazing blankly at the hillside, and then he broke into a laugh. "All right, my friend,” he said, giving Bud a face tious wink; "how much do you want for this prospect?” "Four hundred dollars,” answered Mendez in a tone at once hopeful and apologetic. "It Is very rich. Senor Crooka shipped some ore that was full of gold. I packed it out for him on my burros; but, I am sorry, I have no piece of it!” "Yes,” responded De Lancey, "I am sorry, too. So, of course, we cannot buy the prospecto since you have no ore to show; but I am glad for this, Senor Mendez," he continued with a kindly smile; "it shows that you are an honest man, or you would have stolen a piece of ore from the sacks. So show us now where the gold was found, the nearest that you can re member, and perhaps, if we think we can find it, we will pay you to de nounce the claim for us.” At this the one good eye of Cruz Mendez lighted up with a great hope and, skipping lightly over the rock piles with his sandaled feet, he ran to a certain spot, locating it by look ing across the canyon and up and down the creek. "Here, senores,” he pronounced, "is where the mouth of the old tunnel came out. Standing Inside it I could see that tree over there, and looking down the river I could Just see the smelter around the point. So, then, the gold must be in there.” He point ed toward the hill. "Surely," said De Lancey; "but where?" The old Mexican shrugged his shoul ders deprecatiugly. "I do not know, senor," he answered; "but if you wish to dig I wiil denounce the claim for you.” "For how much?” Inquired De Lan cey guardedly. "For one hundred dollars,” an swered Mendez, and to his delight the American seemed to be considering it. He walked back and forth across the slide, picking up rocke and looking at them, dropping down into the futile trenches of Aragon, and frowning with studious thought. His pardner, however, sat listlessly on a boulder and tested the action of bis six shooter. "Listen, my friend,” said De Lancey, coming back and poising his finger im pressively. "If I should find the ledge the one hundred dollars would be noth ing to me, sabe? And if I should spend all my money for nothing it would be but one hundred dollars more. But listen! I have known some false Mex icans who, when an American paid them to denounce a mine, took ad vantage of bis kindness and refused to give it over. Or. if it turned out to be rich, they pulled a long face and claimed that they ought to be paid more. Now if —” “Ah, no, senor!” clamored Mendez, holding up his hand in protest; "I am a poor man, but I am honest. Only give me the hundred dollars—” "Not a dollar do you get!” cried De Lancey sternly; "not a dollar—until you turn over the concession to the mine. And if you play us false" —he paused impressively—"ouldado, hom bre—look out I” Onoe more Cruz Mendez protested his honesty and his fidelity to any trust, but De Lancey silenced him im patiently. "Enough, hombre!" he said. "Words are nothing to us. Do you see my friend over there?” He pointed to Bud, who, huge and dominating against the sky line, sat toying with his pistol. "Buen’! He is a cowboy, sabe? A Texan! You know the Te janos, eh? They do not like Mexi cans. But my friend there, he likes Mexicans—when they are honest. If not—no! Hey, Bud,” he celled in English, "what would you do to this fellow if he beat us out of the mine?" Bud turned upon them with a slow, good-natured smile. "Oh, nothing much,” he answered, putting up his gun; and the deep rumble of his voice struck fear into ! the old man’s heart. Phil laughed and looked grimly gt THE AUGUSTA HERALD, AUGUSTA. GA. Mendez while he delivered - his ulti matum. “Very well, my friend,” ho said. "We will stay and look at this mine. If we think it ie good we will take you to the mining agent and get a permit to dig. For sixty days we will dig; and if we find nothing we will pay you fifty dollars, anyway. If we find the ledge we will give you a hundred dol lars. All right?” "Si, senor, si, senor!” cried Mendes, "one hundred dollars!” "When you give us the papers!” warned PhU. "But remember —be careful! The Americans do not like men who talk. And come to the hotel at Fortuna tomorrow —then we will let you know.” "And you will buy the mine?” begged Mendez, backing off with his hat in his hand. “Perhaps," answered De Lanoey. “We will tell you tomorrow.” “Buen’!” bowed Mendez; “and many thanks! ’’ "It is nothing,” replied De Lancey politely, and then with a crooked smile he gazed after the old man as he went hurrying off down the canyon. "Well,” he observed, "I guess we’ve got Mr. Mendez started Just about right—what? Now If we can keep him without the price of a drink until we get our papers we stand a chance to win.” "That’s right,” said Bud; "but I wish he had two good eyes. I knowed a one-eyed Mex up in Arizona and he was sure a thieving non of a goat.” CHAPTER VII. There are doubtless many philan thropists in the Back Bay regiors of Boston who would consider the whip sawing of Cruz Mendez a very repre hensible act. And one hundred dol lars Mex was certainly a very small reward for the service that he was to perform. But Bud and Phil were not traveling for any particular uplift society, and one hundred pesos was a lot of money to Cruz Mendez. More than that, if they had offered him a thousand dol lars for the sine service he would have got avaricious and demanded ten thousand. He came to the hotel very early the next morning and lingered around an hour or so, waiting for the American gentleman to arise and tell him his fate. A hundred dollars would buy everything that be could think of, in cluding a quantity of mescal. Hie throat dried at the thought of it Then the gentlemen appeared and asked him many questions—whether he was married according to law, whether his wife would sign the pa pers with him, and if he believed in a hereafter Tor those who played false with Americans. Having answered all these in the afflrnjatlve, he was taken to the agente mineral, and, after sign ing his name —his one feat in penman ship—to several Imposing documents, he was given the precious permit. Then there was another trip to the grounds with a surveyor, to make re port that the claim was actually va cant, and Mendez went back to his normal duties as a packer. In return for this service as a dum my locator, and to keep him under their eye, the Americans engaged R 1 Tiierto, the one-eyed, to pack out a few tools and supplies for them; and then, to keep him busy, they employed him further to build a stone house. All these activities were, of course, not lost on Don Cipriano Aragon y Tres Palacios, since, by a crafty ar rangement of fences, he had made it impossible for anyone to reach the lower country without passing through the crooked street of Old Fortuna. During the first and the second trip of the strange Americans he kept within his dignity, hoping perhaps that they would stop at his store, where they could be engaged In con versation; but upon their returp from a third trip, after Crux Mendez had gone through with their supplies, be cast his proud Spanish reserve to the winds and waylaid them on the street. "Buenas tardea, senores,” he salut ed, as they rode past hie store, and then, seeing that they did not break their gait, he held up his hand for them to stop. “Excuse me, gentlemen,” he said, speaking genially but with an affected Spanish Usp, ”1 have seen you ride past several time*—are you working for the big company up at New For tuna?" ’’No, senor,” answered De Lancey courteously, "we are working for our selves.” “Good!" responded Aragon with fa therly approval; "It la better so. And are you looking at mines?" "Yes," said De Lancey non-commit tally; "ws are looking at mines.” (To Be Chutinued Tomorrow.) Chief Meyers, the Giant catcher. Is another who lias name writ In the Boohs Hall of fame. Hr, scored two hones la one day and did it down In Cincinnati, too. That may excuse him—and It may not. But anyway. Meyers, who has stolen only about 1* bases in the past six years saw a beautiful chance to make it 19 dur ing this particular game. He started at full speed—loo yards in 42 seconds —amid yells from his tea mates and triumphantly anchored at the key stone sack to find that he had pulled a "John Anderson.” CARDINAL CREATES~PLEAS ANT IMPRESSION i • ' * j ——i^ CARDINAL GIBBONS ABROAD London.—Cardinal Gibbons of Bal timore lias created a most pleasant impression on all who have met him or heard him speak In tho course of his European trip. He has made his ad llmina visit to Rome, where he stayed at the monastery of St. Sulplce and attended the consistory. After the consistory his Itinerary embraced a trip to vlßlt u friend in Switzerland, a visit to England and possibly a few days In Ireland. lie will sal! for home late In July. EX-EMBASSADOR VISITS DAUGHTER IN SILESIA '''' MRS. HENRY WHITE. Berlin. Ex - Ambasasdor Henry White arid Mrs. White, of Washing ton, D. C„ have been visiting their married daughter, Countess Bcherr- Thoss, in Silesia. While here they were among the callers at the monthly “at home” of Mrs. Gerard, wife of the American ambasasdor, and Mr. White took oc casion to renew his acquaintance with many old friends of the local diplo matic corps, whom he knew In long periods of service In London, Rome and Paris. SLEEPY TIME TALES THE PLAYFUL GNOME By VIRGINIA VALE (By Virginia Vale.) Once upon a time there was a Gnome. Do you know what a Onotm Is? Well I will tell you. A Gnome Is ft little tioy Fairy and in the spring them always dress In green and In the fall put on a brown suit. That is so they cannot be seen so plainly and they can play among the trees and leaves. They like to play harmless Jokes on people and are always up to something. One day this little Gnome I am going to tell you about, played a Joke on the cook and I am afraid she didn’t like It, as much ns the Knomn did. The cook was going to make some cakes the next day so she put a pan of rnllk In the pantry. Along came the Gnome and when he saw the milk he said to himself, ”1 guess I'll drink that and tho cook will thing It Is the cat." Ho he drank every hit and turned the dish upside down. A little luter the cook went Into the pantry and she saw the milk all gone and the dish up side down. “Drat that cat, she has drank up all my rnllk. i’ll see. she doesn't do that again.” Ho she filled another pan and put It In the pantry and shut poor pussy down In the cellar. Up climbs the Gnome and Into the i untry and drlnku all of the rnllk SIDELIGHTS ON MEXICO The Food Supplies of an Army Most Important. What the Items Would Be Should the U. S. Troops at Vera Cruz Advance on City of Mexico, (By a Veteran.) Washington, D. C.—l believe it was Napoleon who said: "An army trav els on its belly.” The greatest com mander of history put the grub wa gon ahead of the rifle as a lighting weapon. Since Napoleon overran Europe there have been enormous advances In the art of feeding an army in the Held. Recently I vislled a large army encampment and from a commissary officer obtained some interesting facts. Sixty to seventy-five men bake for a division of troops, 20,000 men, and except under extraordinary condi tions they produce line bread. They constitute a “field bakery.” The field bakery comprises 12 Held ovens, large affairs so lightly built that they can he readily transported on horse or auto trucks. The product Is called "Held bread.” It is palatable although hard. It re mains good for twenty days. The baking Is done In a slow oven and tho bread contains little water. The loaves are arranged in tho pans so as to elim inate “kissing” surfaces. The loaves are entirely covered with eriiHt. Just before the loaves are baked they are punctured, allowing the heat to get In side. Tho resulting broad Is very solid and may bo piled like pig iron. Rut this field bread Is only ono item in the soldier's fare. If wo should In vade Mexico with half a million men wo would require every day; bacon. 2(12,500 pounds; held broad, 500,000 pounds; sugar, 100,000 pounds; desl cated vegetables (potatoes and onions) 37,500 pounds; coffee (roasted and ground) 40,000 pounds; beans, 75,000 pounds; tomatoes, 50,000; Jam, .72,750 pounds; vinegar, 5,000 galions; salt, 20.000 pounds; pepper, 1.250 pounds. Of course this Is only a sample day and our commissary officers would try to vary the dietary as much as possible. They would try to buy fresh meat and vegetables from the people of the country through which they were marching. Hut if nothing could be so procured it would take fifty freight cars, or 214 army wagons to transport this day’s food. The sup plies have a total net weight of 1,300,- 000 pounds. This would be an average of two and three-fifths pounds to a soldier. Rations are often much more concen trated. Colonel Maude, a famous strategist, wrote recently: “I have myself lived on rations of mixed meat and vegetables of which eight days’ supply weighted only one pound, so that a single mule could carry a day’s rations for a war strength battalion or a. single wagon, loading up to two tons could trans port 32,000 rations or enough for a cavalry division of 2,000 sabres, for nearly a fortnight.” Brigadier General Henry O. Sharpe, Commissary General of the United States army, recently called an army a “city flung down suddenly In tho country, each day moving, each day requiring fresh alterations of the ar rangements by which food is conveyed The Bonehead Plays in Pages of Baseball History; They Chronicle Misplays Now By Simply Saying, “He Merkled” New York.—Some men achieve fame, but others—Fred Merkle and John Anderson, for instance—simply blunder Into It and get their names enrolled Indelibly on the pages of history. Anderson passed from major league view many years ago, but his memory still lives—and will live as long as baseball lasts. Anderson Isn’t re mernbered because of the fact that be was once a brilliant fielder and a real slugger. His creditable accomp lishments have been forgotten. Ander llves In memory because he was the first man In major league history to steal second base with the liases full. Nowadays when some pl..yer dupli cates Anderson’s accomplishment the scribbling persons don’t describe it by saying that ’’Hinky Dink stole second with the bases full." They simply state that "Hinky Dink polled a 'John Anderson’.” And every man famlllur with baseball knows Just what Hinky Dink did. Fred Merkle is another who never will be forgotten. Ho pulled a "bone'' back In 1908 that cost the New York cub about *BO,OOO and each of Ids team mates from *2,000 to *3,000 In world series money. That ono foozle will make Merkle’s fame—or infamy undying. And It has added a new verb to the dictionary, for in these days when a man performs some bonehead action it Is not term ed that way. The recounters of the incident simply state that "Smith merkled," which is description enough. Merkle, os many will remember. Is again and throws the pan In the cor ner. He Jumps out of the window and climbs into a eree to watch what the cook does this time. When the cook sees the pan on the floor she goes to the cellar door and isissy greets her with a "Meow, meow.” Ho she knows it can’t be the cat, hut soma one has taken the milk. She goes back to the kitchen to think who It can be. Well, she will try It once more and so she places another pan of milk on the shelf and sits down near ths door to seo If she can find out who Is playing trlckg on her. Very quietly the Gnome creeps up to the window but It Is closed; so very softly he opens It, slips In and drinks up all of that milk and filled the empty dish with flour. Then he climbs tho tree again and waits to see what will happen when the cook finds this out He hasn't long to wait for she thinks she hears a noise and opens the door only to see the rnllk gone and the pan full of flour. What can It mean, she thinks, and then she remembers. “Why the little Gnomes are here. Now I must put something out every night for them to eat and then they won’t play any more jokes on me." from the producer to the consumer.” The main supply depots for an American army operating In a foreign country, would he in the United States. Officers of the Commissary service would purchase food here In the open market or by a system of bids and this food would be delivered to the depots whence it must be des patched to the army in the field. The army in the field has a base of operations to which the food supplied flow from the main supply depots. This lino of communication Is very import ant. It must be guarded if neceassry, by large bodies of troops, for if it is cut the army is likely to starve or to become demoralized. When the army advances a series of Intermediate depots are established. As far toward the front as is consid ered safe, the advance depot is set up. Here the flow of supplies through the line of communication from the main depots by way of the base of opera tions, is received and distributed. Wagons, automobiles or mules take the food directly to the different bod ies of troops, in trenches lying in skirmish line or wherever else they are assigned from moment to moment. The line of communication is In absolute control of a single officer who is subject only to the commander of the army. In theory troops carry enongh rations to last them several days and distributions of new rations are made every night. In practice the chief uomimisaary officer with the arrnv often is put to his wit’s end. Theso days the best commissary officer is the one who Is most ingenlus in using railroad lines. Locorflotlve* move the field bakeries wherever possible and are even made to supply power to op erate the mechanical kneading troughs. Our armies In Mexico will be under strict orders to pay for all supplies taken from the natives. This was done In the Mexican war of 1846-47, but the Mexican response to humane and civilized treatment was far from satis factory. President Polksaid, In his message to Congress of December 7. 1847: "After the lapse of a few months tt become apparent that mild treatment had failed to produce the doHlred effect upon the Mexican popu lation. While the war had been con ducted on our part, according to the most humane and liberal principles observed by civilized nations, it was waged In a far different spirit on the part of Mexico. Not appreciating our forehearance, tho Mexican people gen erally became hostile to the United States and availed themselves of every opportunity to commit the most savage excesses upon our troops. Large numbers of the population took up arms and engaging In guerilla war fare robbed and murdered In the most cruel man-,er Individual soldiers or stnull parties whom accident or other causes had separated from the main body of our army. Bands of guerllle ros and robbers Infested the roads, harrassed our trains and whenever it was in their power, cut off our bud piles.” thn gentleman who failed to touch lone n ° ne of the flnal samcs of the ]»(>K Heaaon In which the Nation.:! Jjeaaiie championahlp, and dlvy of the world's series money was at stake. <jtie of his New York team mates slammed out a hit In the ninth, send* n*T a man acnos the plate with the winning run. Merkle was on first when the hit was made. lie started for second, but when he saw that the runner had crosed the plate In safety he Rave second base the go-by and hustled to the club bouse. .iolin Kvors, of the Cubs, who wets the Giant's rival that day, noticed that Merkle had failed to touch second. He rushed to second, shrieked to have the hall thrown to him, and finally man aged to get hold of it, although the crowd then was swarming onto the field. Evers touched second base for a force out on Merkle, who by that time was under the shower bath in the club house. Evers grabbed one of the umpires, called his attention to the fact that Merkle hadn't touched second, and the umpire b'acked him up. The gume had to be played over, ami the Giants lost It and their chance to get Into the world series. Harry Niles long ago passed from view along the major league horizon but the memory of his two famous “bones" still remain. Niles, who was an outfielder, snd a speedy man of the sacks, smashed out a terrific drive to center. Danzig, a slow runner, was on first when Niles connected, and he started lumbering down to Heeond. Niles turned first, crossed second and pulled up at third after a whirlwind slide. It was not until then that he discovered that he hail run past Dan zig, who had pulled up at second. Oh, yes, Nllos was deelared out for pass ing a runner, and the chances for vic tory by his team the Boston Red Sox— died right there. A short time afterward the Sox were playing one of the eastern teams. It was In the ninth, Boston leading by two runs, the other side having three on bases and only one out. The bat ter dent a long fly which Niles easily captured, list as soon as he snared the hall, Niles shoved It Into his back pocket and started for the club house. His amazzed team mates yelled at him, but their yells were In vain. Niles was under full head of steam for the cooling shower and the yells, which he took to he cheers as a reward for his catch halted him not at all. Of course, one of his team mates finally chsood Niles to the club house and relieved him of the ball and himself of some cus words—but tha damage had been done. The three run ners had crossed the plate and the Red Box had lost. Niles thought that his cutch made It three out. A few Innings later, Just to show that It's possible for one fellow to do a couple of foolish things In one day, Meyers heaved the hall down to sec ond In an attempt to catch a man off the hag. The bases were filled at the time, two were out and the man on third had almost as big a lead as the man on second. Result; the man on third just about walked In, the Giants, fluatered, began to throw the ball around and about three runs were scored before the excitement died down. And these are only a few. ' SEVEN