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title: 'The Day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, August 22, 1914, LAST EDITION, Image 20',
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the block. The sner.tAtnrs erasned.
"Play!" yelled the umpire. The de
mon's arm went up above his head,
and the ball trundled slowly toward
i Sammy. Sammy left fly, and the ball
.( went spinning across the field. Next
instant the secdnd batsman was at
i his side. """
- "Hun, sir," he gasped. "Run!" And
,; Sammy ran to the opposite wicket
Next minute the batsman was back at
t his side again.
, "Run, sir!" he gasped.
" So Sammy ran again, and then
- again. It was tiring work, and, not
( understanding that he was to stop
i when the ball was retrieved, he start
ed a fourth time, and only got back
- to his crease without having his
wicket down by a miracle of luck.
The demon scowled and sent down
a high lob. Sammy, half way across
the pitch, caught it and sent it beyond
"Get back!" yelled the other bats
man. "That's a boundary. That's a
' Then Sammy understood some-
1 thing of the principle. When you hit
( the ball you ran, but if you could hit
i it beyond the boundary you scored
four automatically. That was easier.
After that Sammy began hitting
four every time. Of course, he had
intervals of rest, because every fifth
J or sixth ball the field dissolved like
I a kaleidoscope and he found himself
I1 standing idly beside the bowler. But
then again the field would be rear
ranged, and Sammy would face the
demon Hobbs, who, much discomfit
ed, would try him with new kinds of
J balls. There were fast balls and slow
i balls, spinning balls and breaking
balls. Sammy didn't care. Each ball
went to the boundary for four. The
i field was extended almost to the
, boundary to stop his strikes, but they
failed. The ball went whizzing over
, their heads. In half an hour Sammy's
score stood at 150, and the cheers of
the spectators were continuous.
In two hours Sammy had passed
Jhe two hundred mark. He didn't
care anything about Hobbs now, or
any of the other bowlers. With his
bat over his shoulder he just waited,
and then, shutting one eye, he swiped.
The Players were demoralized.
But the Gentlemen did not win.
They were some 200 points ahead,
and still going strong, when time was
called. And Sammy, still with the bat
over his shoulder, found himself sur
rounded by a cheering, raving mob.
The first face he looked into was
"My boy!" he gasped. "Why didn't
you tell me? You have saved the
honor of the day. The battle of
Waterloo" an impressive pause
"was won on the playing fields of
Eton, sir. Is there anything anything
I can do 'for you to acknowledge your
"Yes," said Sammy. "Give me" Lady
On the outskirts of the crowd
Sammy saw Mr. Langholme trying to
get near him. He looked as flustered
as such a gentlemanly man could
look, and he might even have been
goaded into slapping Sammy, but he
couldn't get near enough.
The earl looked at the lovers and
"Take her, my boy," he faltered. "It
is your right. For the battle of Water
"Yes, I know," answered Sammy.
The uplift will be fraught with doubt
Until men learn with tactful care
To uplift fellowmen without
Assuming a superior air.
"My ambition for each of my three
daughters is that she may have a
good profession which she loves and
in which she succee'ds; that each may
meet a true helpmate; that each may
be the mother of strong children and
that the husband of each may be in
complete sympathy with her worjs as
well as with her. domestic life.'
Mrs. Beatrice Forbes-Robertson Hale,