The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1890-03-22

hr.ss.. /. - c0rner and fzsed . malEe
hfunaH eoraforsnh1s. Yresent3y. however.
- mateh ~ resumed, and fhen his real
SUFFERING hsexn- Tom had nevsT endured
such tnrfuYs. Loud aDpaanse frequently
broke upon his ears: shouts q "WeA hsfs'
s4WeH bow3odw ssWeII caught and some-
hines. mose maddening even than uese
sounds. thero vas . deep hash q suspense
in the noisy crowd or adistsnctiv a0dloae
siRh q rsEiaf. which told his pfact5csd ears
that some exciting crisis Of The game nsd
come Or gone
He vsiniy pssred over the half-drsvn
hind 10 cafch glimpse of The piAysrx De
could. however, 80 nothing bat forest OF
black hats and vsriegsssd sunshades
pinns returned not. Tom dared not quit
his aiding place, and despair once more
possessed his soul Suppose I'm here for
The afternoon. Holy Moses. how appaii-
Ing hot il isls Heat Is apt to relax the
proprsety sven Of curate's language
.wish I dared 10 take some more
Of nv clothes or And then his eye
fell on the champagne bottle. which WAS
nearly half full Wei. can have an
other drink q all events And again his
troubles seemed less He stretched him
sell ont as well a. he could, for he was .
big man and the space was small. and by
degrees be finished the bottle. IF only I
had . weed be reflected; haven't
smoked for months. IL seems years" And
growing bold even 10 recklessness he
hunted in the pockets OF the other mems
overcoass till he found cigar case. When
he had liz cigar he felt comparatively at
ease. II was very hot, be thought, but .
peaceful feeling stole over him; the hum
OF the crowd grew fainter and fainter; the
shouts Of applause more distant; even the
hammering of sticks and umbrellas on the
drag within six inches OF hts head ceased
70 annoy him. he pulled At his cigar less
theoretically. Soon IL fell from his lips,
and the Rev. Tomas Baxter slept - peace
fully Is child.
He was awakened by . rough shake and
. shout in his ear OF Hi. wake up" Re-
turning to semi-consciousness, he indis-
tinctly heard ordinations Of '.6hame-
full" "Dssgustingl" Who would have
thought it," And then familiar voice
said in somewhat quavering accents:
.Leave him to me. papa must see him
alone" Tom pulled himself together with
. jerk, opened his heavy eyes. and found
himself confronted by Miss Alice Heath
cote, who stood with flushed cheeks and
indignant expression at the door Of the
drag.
Are you awake. sir!" she inquired. with
elaborate sternness.
Awake! yes; why not, dear?" stam-
mered Mr.. Baxter.
.sThen what il the meaning Of this?
You leave me hours ago and say you don {
feei we'll, and here 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 beg your pardon.
forgot And, blushing scarlet, the curate
huddled on his coat"
And they al say that you are drunk. y
she continued, with sob. "Oh, Tom, it's
shameful
"Drunkf" cried Mr.. Baxter. Indignantly.
81 should like TO meet anybody who says
that I'm drunk. Let me explain, darling.
I'll come out now" And then he caught
sight Of his vicar again. and shrank back
lis that man never goingf"
what manf' asked Miss Alice. with
impatiencs. Really. Tom. you must be
mad today"
''why. the clergyman. Alice dear, do You
know who he isl"
"Of course do; it's Mr.. Grayson. Vi
car somewhere in Yorkshire. IN old college
friend Of papa's; they haven't met for
twenty years. L sure he's not An alarm
ing person-in fact, the only strange thing
about him is that about twenty people
have mistaken him for your man-Mr
Strsightway, you know. Are they 1t all
alike?"
'sYes, they are-rather." gasped Tom,
scarcely knowing whether he stood on his
head or heels "Cone and introduce him
to me, darling. Ill make 1t oil right with
your father"
And he did; but il will be some time be-
fore he hears the last Of that cricket
match.