Los Angeles daily herald., 1875-07-08
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rHuRSDAY,..........~JULYs s, 1875.
Mr.. Collins Co0quet Set.


game, was introduced on the pemises
of the Collins on Friday. In the af-
ternoon Podge's boy brought up the
arranged the wickets. Collins had
learned to play while visiting in Clio
vershire, last Summer, and Mrs. Col
Inns acquired an Indifferent knowl-
edge of the game from two elderly
maiden sisters in Paxton street. And
so OH that delicious afternoon they
took ont their mallets and balls ana
commenced the game.
"Now, Emeline," playfully observed
Mr.. Collins, ''don't you begin cheat
| ing at the start. If you do, the game
will be prostituted into mere gam
bling, Wen injure our moral natures
in trying to build up our physical y
sfPeople who are so ready To charge
against others may need careful
watching themselves, young man."
said she, in the same spirit, land |
mean to keepa sharp eye on YOU"
Then they both laughed.
"But it will be a good thing for
you,n he said, witha twinge of ten
| derness in his voice; 'you are kept
cooped up in the house so that you
hardly get breath of fresh air. This
will give you exercise and keep
you out doors, too fr.
"You are always thinking of me-"
she said as her eyes grew moist. you
| need the outdoor air as much rs do
but you are too unselfsh to think of
yourself"
And thus exchanging sentiment
which did credit to both their hearts,
the game progressed.
After passing through the center
wicket, Mr.. Collins used her balls to
help himself through the other wicket
| to the upper stake. Then he left her
the stake, which, being about eight
| inches distant, made him confident.
The ball missed about al eighth of
an inch.
''I declare he exclaimed, in veXa-
| ton.
Then she, having watched his rap
| id progress, now struck for him and
| hit him, and minute later his ball
was spinning through the grass to the
other end of the ground. She was
now in position for her wicket, and
passed through it and the Others to the
stake. But she went for him again,
and when she got through she was
three wickets beyond the stake, and
his ball was at the other end of the
ground again, and his brow was finely
corrugated. He stepped nervously to-
wards it. 1t was quite evident that
he, was not unruffied, When his turn
came again he drove back to the stake
but struck a wicket, and rebounded so
close to her that she easily hit, and
again introduced him through wick
cts he was not for, and then sent him
| flying again. Her success caused her
to laugh, and he heard il.
''You think you are pretty smart,
but I'll get even with you YETI he
said without smiling.
Z you'll have TO play better than
you have done,p she pertinently re-
marked
81 think know as much bout ero-
quet as you do.n he said, still with
straight face. 'If you had any fairness
about you, you'd let me have that
stroke over when | was up to the
stake. You knew | slipped as we'll
as did," he said, growing red in the
| face.
"No, | didn't know anything about
it," she replied, taking on little col
/ or.
81 say you did,
.{"Apd / say I didn't. But If you
| are going toplay this gam e, why don't
you go ahead?" .s,s.e ,-
"I'll play when get ready" he an
swered, turning white about the
mouth.
"If you amt going to play, you d
better go into the house and shut up,o
she suggested, raising her voice.
Don't you talk TO me that way
he cried, "or I'll make you sorry for
it, you brazen-faced hussy."
"Hussy, hussy!' she screamed.
"Ain't you ashamed of yourself,
John jacob Collins to call your wife
hussy: Hussy, am / you old william?
Hassy, is it, you miserable brute? I
am to be called hussy am |, after
working my knuckles off for you, and
shaving for thirty years after your
crooked carcas. There" she cried in
paroXysm, throwing the mallet on
the ground, take your old croquet
and shove it down your lying throat
and choke yourself TO death with it, if
you want TO, you M SCRABBLE old wretch
And don't you ever ask me to play
with you again, or I'll tell you some
thing that you'll remember the long
est day you live, you old tIeviln =
And then she bounced into the
house, leaving him standing there
and rubbing his head in a benumbed
sort of way. But almost Immediate
~ after she thrust her head out of
the window, and snapped out:
"I0H needn't think you are going to
get any hot biscuit for your tea in this
house this night, young man, and
you can put that in your pipe and
smokeit just as soon as you have
mind to. to."-Dan6ary Neacs.