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

AA0SS 4lo L l0vCJ WHltOU Ou ulul
before, SIR"
aOf course" said the curate in despair.
II see it now. 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? 1 say, Biuns,
do You know I must stop here until he
goes. You will keep it dark-now won't
your"
Most certainly. sir" said the sym
pathetic butler. Wont 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 10
return with a hugo plateful of cold pie,
q bottle of champagne, and some straw
berries.
Thank ye, Binns." said Tom. CRATE.
fnily; now go away and don't como hack
tn the clergyman has gone. Whew'
1t was hot and no mistake. On o
%scorching day the interior of o drug. with
the wine shut, is about MS agreeable
a resting-place as the Black Hole. Tom
could not let the blinds down, so he drank
atumblero Of iced champagne, which IN 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.
suppoitable:
Wonder if I dare to take my coat OFF,
he asked himself. The mental answer
was Yes" and he proceeded to do so.
Then he felt better, finished the plate of
pie, and had another tumbler of cham
paene. 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"
We'll bowled!" We'll caught" and
sometimes, more maddening aver than
these sounds, there was o deep hush of
suspense in the noisy crowd or q distinct
ly audible sigh of relief, which told his
practiced ears that some exciting crisis Of
the game had come OF gone.
He vainly peered over the half-drawn
blind to catch a glimpse Of the players. He
could, however, see nothing but a forest
Of black hats and variegated %sunshades
Binns returned not; Tom dared not quit
possessed his soul. Suppose I'm here
for the afternoon. Holy Moses, how ap~
palling hot it isl" Heat is apt to relax
the propriety even of a curate's language.
Wish 1 dared to take some more OF my
clothes Off" And hen his eye fell on the
champagne bottle, which was nearly half
full. We'll, / can have another drink n.
all events" And again his troubles
seemed less. He stretched himself ont us
we'll as lie could, for he was q big man
and the space was small. and by degrees
he finished the bottle. IF only / had It
weed" he reflected; haven't smoked for
months, it seems years" And growing
bold even TO recklessness he hunted i'll
the pockets of the otner mems overcoats
till he found a cigar-case When he had
ut a cigar he felt comparatively t case.
1t was very hot, he thought, but n peace
full feeling stole over him; the hum of tho
CROWD grew fainter and fainter; tho 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 energetically. Soon il fell from his
lips and the Rev. Thomas Baxter slept as
peacefully as u child.
He was awakened by a rough shake
and a shout in his ear of Hi, wake up!"
Returning to semi-consciousness he in
NAoGAlSSly Ac6Iu oAClukuullOu6 OI SululGs
full" "Disgusting!" who would have
thought it?" And then q familiar voice
said in somewhat quavering accents:
Leave him to me, papa. l must see him
Alone" Tom pulled himself together
with q jerk, opened his heavy eyes, and
found himself confronted by Miss Alice
Heathcote, who stood with flushed cheeks
end indignant expression at the door of
the drag.
Are you awake, sir" she inquired,
with elaborate s%ternness.
Awake! yes, why not, dear?" STAN
mered MIR. Baxter.
Then what is the meaning of this?
You leave me hours ago and say YOU
don't feel we'll, and here / find you sound
asleep when the play is over for the day,
and we have been sending oil W the
ground for you. And in your shirt
sleeves, too"
Good gracious! I beg your pardon. I
forgot" And, blushing scarlet, tho GU
rate huddled on his coat.
And they all say that you are drunk"
she continued, with a half sob. "Oh,
Tom. it's shameful"
"Drunk!" cried Mr.. Baxter, Indignantly.
Il should like to meet anyl ody who SAYS
that I'm drunk! Let me explain darling.
I'll come ont now"
again and shrank back, saying:
rs that man never going2"
What MANI" asked Miss Alice, with
impatience. Really. Tom, you must be
mad to-dav."
why, the clergyman, Alice, dear; do
you know who he Isl"
-Of course I do. It's MI. Grayson, a
vicar somewhere in Yorkshire, an old COL
!ege 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
Mr.. Straightvay. You know. Are they at
1Yes. they are-rather," gasped Tom,
scarcely knowing whether he stood on
his head or heels. Come and introduce
him to me. darling. I'll make it all right
with your father"
And he did; but it will be some time
before he hears the last Of that cricket
match.
Making the Composing Room Howl.
Two printers were eating their mid.