GIANTS BLANK CARDINALS IN FOURTEEN

ST. LOUIS, June 9.— On a broiling Sunday at the St. Louis grounds, it was Jim Hardin who held the multitude spellbound, the Cardinals’ right-hander weaving a masterpiece of pitching through eight scoreless frames and fanning thirteen batsmen, yet departing without reward as the Giants, unbowed and unbroken, wrested victory in the fourteenth, 3 to 0, to claim their sixth straight and reinforce their National League supremacy. The match, a true test of courage and stamina, remained without a tally until that decisive frame, both nines trading goose eggs inning after inning in a contest that seemed it might never end.
The deadlock finally shattered in the top of the fourteenth, when Khalil Greene, the Giants’ shortstop, strode forth and launched a mighty drive over the fence for his second circuit clout of the campaign, breaking the spell at last. With one away, Mark McLemore lashed a double, then crossed the plate on Chris Davis’s timely single. Matt Diaz, summoned as pinch-hitter and left gardener, capped the uprising with a two-bagger of his own, sending Davis across for the third and final tally. Stricken by this sudden assault, the Cardinals could muster no reply as the Giants’ parade of twirlers nailed down the result.
Pitching was the story of the day, and none shone brighter than Hardin, though the laurels fled from his grasp. In his eight full innings, the local ace conceded but three safeties and not a single free ticket, striking out batsmen in droves and keeping the visiting willow-wielders in check at every turn, aided by four subsequent innings of unyielding relief from Antonelli. For San Francisco, Bryce Miller matched him inning for inning, scattering seven hits over eight scoreless stanzas, while Almonte, Machado, Feliciano and Marrow each took their turn to preserve the whitewash; Feliciano, in particular, steadied the ship in the late going and was justly credited the victory, with Marrow closing the door for his inaugural rescue of the season.
The Cardinals’ fortunes ebbed not for lack of base-hits, for Singleton gathered three safeties, and both Cuyler and Driessen chipped in with a pair, yet the home club floundered upon the rocks of opportunity lost—caught stealing four times and failing to string together their hits for a single run. The Giants, for their part, turned two clever double plays in the field, while Greene not only cracked the crucial homer but pilfered a sack as well (though he was also cut down trying to swipe another). The St. Louis crowd, growing restless with every mounting zero, erupted in admiration at Hardin’s wizardry, only to be brought to stunned silence by the visitors’ sudden onslaught.
By prevailing in this marathon, the Giants stand tall atop the league at thirty-four victories to fifteen reverses, their grip on the pennant chase tightening as the Pirates remain two games astern. The Cardinals, now losers of two in succession, slip further behind, seven games off the pace and ruing a game so finely contested but, in the end, so bitterly lost.

