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cheated at cards, or scored a "duck's
egg" in the forthcoming match be
tween Gentlemen and Players at the
Mr. Langholme, needless to say,
was playing cricket for the Gentle
men. Yes, there was that one point about
Mr. Langholme. He was a good crick
eter. He had a batting average of 47
for the season. If he went down ig
nominously before the bowling of the
demon bowler, coarse fellow named
Hobbs, the earl's disgust might pos
sibly induce him to consider some
other man's suit not Mr. Butts'. But
he had always made a creditable
"I'm afraid it's useless, Sammy,"
sighed Lady MurieL "I've got to mar
"Why have you got to marry
Charles?" demanded Sammy trucu
lently. "Because it's the proper thing,"
said his beloved. "If we got married
there wouldn't be any bridesmaids."
And she looked at him piteously.
Sammy looked back at her and
knew that he was "up against ft.'"
But that only set his Binghampton
brains to working faster. Sammy had
been a pretty good ballplayer in his
day. Why shouldn't he make a crick
eter? A sleepless night produced a bril
liant scheme. He would do it He
would! And he wouldn't say a word
to anybody about it He kept away
from MurieL But he induced the
earl to send him a ticket of admission
to the grandstand.
So, on the day of the match, be
hold Sammy, in cricketing flannels
which should have been, a frock coat
and a high hat loitering near the
pavilion, about which a number of
flannel-clad men are congregated,
Players- and Gentlemen, all on good
terms with each other, and each side
waiting to "knock the stuffing" out
of the other.
Behold, too, Mr. Langholme, testing
his new bat and watching with cool 1
disdain the low Hobbs, who is twist
ing a cricket ball lovingly in his hand
Sammy, being In flannels, mauagesj
to gain entrance to the sacred inclos-fe
ure during the Gentlemen's, second
inning. It should be explained that
since the Players had scored 267 and
the Gentlemen only 75, the Gentle
men were having their second inningr
on top of the first, the Players fullyj
expecting to wallop them with on
inning to the two, and a good .manyi
runs over. And when the next wickefl
fell Mr. Langholme, the Gentlemen's
hope, who had made a creditable 18
in his first attempt, was to try to re
trieve the situation.
"Hello, Butts! How did you get
here?" Inquired Langholme, with lan
Sammy smiled. "Have a bracer,
and 111 tell you," he said.
He led the unresisting Langholme
toward the little booth behind the pa
vilion. Nobody was there, Sammy
having squared the booth man. With
a deft, unexpected movement ofithe
arm, Sammy thrust a gag into4 Mr.
Langholme's mouth. Then he threw
him on the floor behind the.booth and
tied him fast with a rope that he
had taken from about his waist.
Next instant shouts of "Langholme,
next man!" resounded, and Sammy
saw one of the Gentlemen walking
off the field with his wicket down.
Sammy hastily thrust on a pair
of knee-guards, took the hat that lay
beside the glaring, speechless Mr.
Langholme, and walked out Into the
"Langholme's had a stroke," he ex
plained truthfully to the retiring bats
man. "I've taken his place."
A minute later he was standing be
fore his wicket, facing the-demon
Hobbs, 22 yards away. Beside him1
stood a second batsman. Sammy
didn't know why he was standing
there, but he didn't care, either. If
he could hit the ball with a baseball
bat, what couldn't he do with the club
in his hand? He held it over- ,hls
shoulder instead of putting it down44