The Hot Springs star. (Hot Spings [Hot Springs], Dakota [Dakota Territory, i.e. S.D.]) 1886-189?, 1890-06-06

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II see itnow. Old Septimus was at Cam.
bridge. SO was Heathcote. They are old
friends. How In the name of providence
am to get out Of this? I say, Binns,
do you know I must stop here until he
goes. You will keep 1t dark-now won't
yonl"
Most certainly. sir" said the SYM
pathetic butler. Won't you have some
lunch, sir? Nobody will know"
Tom smiled in his misery at the idea.
After all, Why shouldn't he?
Well, Binns, I really think I will"
And the trusty s~ervitor disappeared to
return with q huge plateful Of cold pie.
= bottle OF champagne, and some straw.
berries.
THANK ye. Binns." said Tom. CRATE.
til the eiefgyman has las 's gone s''H View HeSi
Now hot it isl"
1t was hot and no mistake. On .
scorching day the interior of q drag, WITH
the WINDOWS shut, is about MS agreeable
q resting-place as the Black Hole. Tom
could not let the blinds down, go he drank
2 tumblerof iced champagne, which M de
him much warmer than before, though il
inspired him to smile at his position.
His stiff collar was growing limp, and his
heavy black garments began to grow in.
supportable.
aWonder if I dare to take my coat OFF,
he asked himself. The mental answer
was Yea and he proceeded to do go.
Then he felt better, finished the plate Of
pie, and had another tumbler Of cham
pa9ne. II feel halt inclined to go out
and face him." reflected Tom, but his
heart failed him. He piled the dust
cloaks, coats, and umbrellas in one cor.
ner and tried to make himself comforta-
BILE. Presently, however, the match was
resumed, and then his real suffering be-
gan. Tom had never endured such tor
ture. Loud applause frequently broke
upon his ears; shouts Of well hit!"
sWell bowled!" well caught" and
sometimes, more m%addening even than
these sounds, there was q deep hush Of
suspense In the noisy crowd or q distinct
" audible sigh of relief, which told his
practtced ears that some exciting crisis Of
the game had come or gone.
He vainly peered over the half-drawn
blindto catch . glimpse Of the players. He
could, however, see nothing but q forest
OF black hats and variegated sunshades.
Binns returned not; Tom dared moi quis
his hiding place, and despair once more
forthe afternoon. Holy Moses, how ap.
palling hot 1t isl" Heot is apt to relax
the propriety wen of a curate's language.
Wish I dared to take some more of my
clothes OFF, And then his eye fell on the
champagne bottle, which was nearly half
full. We'll, I can have another drink a.
all events" Aud again his troubles
seemed less. He stretched himself ont M
we'll as he could, for he was o big man
and the space was small, and by degrees
he finished the bottle. IF only 1 had =
weed" he reflected; haven't smoked for
months. it seems years." And growing
bold even to recklessness he hunted III
the pockets of the other mems overcoats
till he found q cigsr- case. When he had
lit q cigar he felt comparatively 1t ease.
i vas very hot, he thought, but q peace
full feeling stole over him; the hum Of the
crowd grew fainter and fainter; the shonts
of applause more distant; over the ham.
mering Of sticks and umbrellas on the
drag within six inches Of his head ceased
to annoy him. He pulled at his cigar
less theoretically. Soon it fell from his
lips and the Rev. Thomas Baxter slept ne
peacefully as a child.
He a awakened by a rough shake
and q shout in his ear Of @Hi, wake up!"
Returning to semi-consciousness he In
distinctly heard ordinations of Shame.
full" @Disgusting!" .Who would have
thought it?s And then o familiar voice
said in somewhat %quavering accents:
Leave him to me-, papa. I must see him
alone" Tom pulled himself together
with . jerk, opened his heavy eyes, and
found himself confronted by Miss Alice
Heathcote, who stood with flushed cheeks
and indignant expression at the door Of
the drag.
.Are you awake. sir" she inquired.
with elaborate s%ternness.
3Awakei yes, why not, dear?" STAN.
mered Mr.. Baxter.
Then what is the meaning of this?
You leave me hours g and say you
don't feel we'll, and here I find you sound
asleep when the play is over for the day,
and We have been sending all over the
ground for you. And in your shirt
sleeves, too"
Good gracious! I beg your pardon. I
forgot" And, blushing scarlet, the Gu.
rate huddled on his coat.
And they ell say that you are drunk"
she continued, with a half sob. .Oh,
Tom, it's shameful"
Drunk" cried Mr.. Baxter, Indignantly.
II should like to meet anybody who q y
that I'm drunk Let me explain, darling.
I'll come ont now"
And then he caught sight Of his vicar
again and shrank back. saying:
Is that man never going1"
what msn2. asked Miss Alice, with
impatience. Really. Tom, you must be
why. the clergyman. Alice, dear; do
you know who he is?"
-of course ! do. It's Mr.. Graysor, .
vicar somewhere In Yorkshire, an old coll
lege friend Of papa's: they haven't met
for twenty years. I'm sure he's not an
alarming person-in fact. the only strange
thing about him is that about twenty peo-
pie have mistaken him for your man
NJ. straightvay. You know. Are they ct
Yes. they ars-rsther,. easped Tom,
scarcely knowing whether he stood on
his hssd OF heels. sCome and introduce
him to ms, darling. I'll make It ali right
With your fathsr.s
And he did; but Il will be some time
before he hears the last Of that cricket
match.
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