Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1897-08-08


hitting distinctly easy balls in all di-
. rections The deans portly figure ap-
5 peared at the end of the walk. He
l stood still. amazed
? Cricket, Helen!" he exclaimed.
: laughing. IF Mrs Holyrod saw you!
= Have you seen parasol anywhere?
r Old Lady Damer sent me to look for
hers; it's all real lace, and she's anx-
iCUS about it"
mo, l haven't. I say, Uncle Joe
(she had long ago said Mr.. Dean was
: too fOrmalJ bowl me a ball; they can't
get me cut, nodding contemptuously
] at the officers. A distinctly migrate
full speech, considering they had only
been too grateful to leave her in.
The deans fingers closed mechanic
ally on the leather-covered ball which
Captain Elton handed him. The trim
lawn faded away, and he heard again
the triumphant yells of his side at Ok
ford, when, with the victory apparent
ly a certainty for the others, he had
bowled three men for three balls and
left his side yictGrs by two runs He
stepped carefully up to the walking
stick which marked the second wicket,
flourished his arm once or twice. and
bOwled. It was a nasty, slow ball,
breaking in. and Helen's off-stump
went down with crash.
What a splendid BALI" exclaimed
the two men, and Helen clamored for
more, for practice" The dean laugh
ed triumphantly. Then Helen sudden
ly exclaimed Let's have a match,
Uncle JOS Church versus State; I'm
sure we could beat those two" and
before the dean knew where he was
they had tossed for going in, and he
found himself bowling vigorously at
Captain Elton who, armed with rake
handle, was at the wickets.
1T is very hot" he gasped, and,
looking round guilty, he quickly flung
7 his coat on the grass and flew to catch
a ball when Captain Elton had re-
turned to him. Then he stood appall
ed. for the bishops voice came to his
ears, and turning, he saw the bishop
and his wife standing close behind him.
Cricket" The bishops pale, intellec-
tual face was full of laughter as he
saw the dean, coatless and breathless,
fying for the bail, Il thought this was
strictly forbidden"
"Oh, my lord, come and umpire; we
want one badly cried out Helen, quite
unabashed, and the dean, who had
stood still, horror-stricken,, picked up
the ball again when he saw the lem
lent. expression on the Episcopal face,
and saw the bishop move in to umpire,
while Mrs Howard sat down on a
bench and absolutely shook with mer-
riment CrickeJ in the deans garden,
it was too amusing.
By dint of what Helen called polk
ing, the Two soldiers had made fifteen
runs, and theu Helen took her place
at the wickets. She was really a fair
lady cricketer, and, as fielders were
scarce she ran up the score to eleven
in a few minutes, retiring with a cry
of disgust as Captain Elton caught her
out cleverly With bis left hand.
"Now, Mr.. Dean. the bishops wife
called out impatiently, as the dean
stOad hesitating, &C iii; there nc one
else TO see.
And the dear went in. A rake han
Gle is not the best of bats, but the
dean made a mighty smite, caught the
ball on the half-volley, and away it
went over their heads into clump Of
bushes. Once. twice, thrice did the
man fly to the stick and back-his
breath was gone, his face was scarlet
four times.
4 can't go again." he gasped pite-
ously.
you st"'-Helen had set her
heart On winning. Once more and we
win: run. Uncle Jos, rum" But the
delay was almost fatal, for, as the dean
turned to run back Captain Elton flung
in the ball.
Run on" cried the Bishops wife
ooh. Go hurry"
Out" cried Mr.. Ely, banging down
a walking stick.
"Oh, no; inl" said Helen.
The dean had no breath to argue
with.
In or out, my lord?" the rivals ap-
pealed both together to the bishop
who was holding his sides as he
laughed, but, then, what sight met
their eyes as they turned! The whole
Of the deans large party stood looking
on, on the edge of the ground, led by
Mrs. HalrOyd, and what had they seen
as they came up? The dean, their
dean flying, coatless and hatless, up
and down, playing cricket in the sa-
cred precincts Of the deanery and the
bishop cheering him and laughing.
How could the select ever hold up
their heads again, and before all the
country, toO-the country which they
had so often lectured on its advanced
ways? Mrs. Holroyd looked around in
stony despair, words that were too Bit
ter to utter trembled on her lips.
The dean hurriedly picked up his
coat and hid as much Of his breathless
person inside it as was possible. The
bishop had decided he was fairly in,
so his triumph enabled him to face
without fiinching the glare in the eyes
of his circle and his wife's piteous
face.
MY parasol. Mr. Dean?' said Lady
Damer. smiling, you appear to have
forgotten it,"
4 am so sorry" staInmered the dean,
cit wasn't. here and ="
Lady Damer put lup her pince-nez
dcubtfully. I really believe" she
said, ives, indeed why. you were
using it as a wicket" and she fished
the middle stump, which was adorned
with lace. out Of the ground.
Mrs. Carberry groaned audibly.
1t was my fault exclaimed Helen;
4 never Soked for it,"
Never mind, my dear" said the old
lady, laughing, you must come out
and play cricket with my grandchil-
dren. Well get up a match. Mrs Car