Sacrifice hits-Heffernan, Duggan, Connor. Double plays -Quigley to McCarthy to Connor 2. Bases on balls-Baldwin, Noonan, Duggan, Quigley 2, Heffernan, Bent. Hit by pitched ball-Dyer, Bent, Jeffrey. Struck out Baldwin, Noonan, Duggan, McKeon 2, Noone, Heffernan, Jeffrey 2. Passed balls-Durpee 3, Duggan 2. Umpire-Picture. At tendance-700. Time 1 hr. 40 min.

The while he waits a-through the glade,
In simple, peasant garb arrayed,
There comes a fair and modest maid,
Eyes cast upon the sod;

Eyes pure as dew that gems the grass,
And, as she comes from early Mass,
One seems to feel about the lass

The benison of God.

And as she comes her fingers tell
The beads her young heart loves so well;
A chaplet from Mariazell,

Our blessed Lady's shrine;

For wheresoe'er the maiden goes-
Thro' woods where first the violet blows,
Or higher where unshaken snows
Forever brightly shine;

Through harvest field or meadow-land,
Alone or with a merry band

Of young companions, in her hand
Her well-loved beads she keeps;

No miser ever loved his gold
As she that chaplet, worn and old;
About it e'en her fingers fold

At night when calm she sleeps.

"Thou?"-harshly thus Sir Otto cries. The maiden's deep and dark-fringed eyes Look quickly up in mild surprise,

Her lips still move in prayer.

"Brat of a beggar! Dost thou hear?

Death o' my life! Come up,-draw near!

What mutterest thou? What dost thou fear?

And, ha! what hast thou there?"

With sullen brow and angry stride
He soon is at the maiden's side;
The beads she vainly tries to hide
He snatches in his heat.
"Now get thee to the kitchen; jog!
This trumpery shall deck my dog!"
The maiden hears, and like a log

Falls senseless at his feet.