The labor world. [volume] (Duluth, Minn.) 1896-current, 1897-08-21

In the trees over there. Let's have
up these hoops and I'll bowl to
you"
Helen was delighted and in mo-
ment walking sticks and an umbrel-
la represented the wickets, and Hell
en- was hitting distinctly easy balls
in all directions. The deans portly
figure appeared at the end Of the
walk. He stood still, amazed.
"Crioket, Helen!" he exclaimed,
laughing IF Mrs. Holroyd saw
you'll Have you seen parasol any
where's Old Lady Damer sent me
to look for hers; it's all real lace,
and she's anxious about it,
mo, l haven't. say, Uncle Jos
she had long ago said Mr.. Dean
was too formal-bowl me ball.
They can't get me out, nodding
contemptuously at the two officers.
A distinctly ungrateful speech, con-
sidering they had only been too
grateful to leave her in.
The deans fingers closed mechan-
ically on the leather covered ball
which Captain Elton handed to him.
The trim lawn faded away, and he
heard again the triumphant yells of
his side at Oxford, when, with the
victory apparently a certainty for
the others, he had bowled three men
for three balls and left his side vic
tors by two runs. He stepped care
fully up to the walking stick which
marked the second wicket, flourish
ed his arm once or twice and bowl
ed. 1t was nasty, slow ball, break
ing in, and Helen's off stump went
down with a crash.
"What a splendid balll' exclaim-
ed the two men, and Helenclamored
for more, ''for practice" The dean
laughed triumphantly. Then Helen
suddenly exclaimed: LETS have
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 bowl
ing vigorously at Captain Elton,
who, armed with arake handle, was
at the wickets.
1T is very hot" he gasped, and;
looking round guilty, he quickly
flung his coat on the grass and flew
to catch a ball which Captain Elton
had returned to him. Then he stood
appalled,, for the bishops voice
came to his ears, and, turning, he
saw the bishop and his wife stand
ing close behind him. "Cricketl"
The bishops pale, intellectual face
was full of laughter as he saw the
dean, coatless and breathless, flying
for the ball. Il thought this was
strictly forbidden.
"Oh, my lord, come and umpire.
We want one badly" called out
Helen, quite unabashed, and the
dean, who had stood still, horror
stricken, picked up the ball again
when he saw the lenient 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 merri-
ment. Cricket in the deans gar
deni It was too amusing. IL
By dint of what Helen called pok-
ing, the two soldiers had made Is
runs, and then Helen took her place
at the wickets. She was really
fair lady crioketer, and, as tielders
were scarce, she ran up the score to
II in few minutes, retiring with
cry of disgust as Captain Elton
caught her out cleverly with his left
hand.
Nov, Mr.. DEAN" the bishops
wife called out impatiently, as the
dean stood hesitating. ''Go in;
there's no one else to see."
And the dean went in. A rake
handle is not the best of bats, but
the dean made mighty smite,
caught the ball On the half volley,
and away it went over all their
heads into clump of bushes. Once,
twice, thrice did the dean fly to the
stick and back-his breath was
gone, his face was scarlet-four
times.
II can't 60 again, he gasped pit
eously.
"You mustr' Helen had set her
heart on winning. lone more and
we win; run, Uncle JOS, rum" But
the delay was almost fatal, for, as
the dean turned to run back, Cap
tain Elton flung in the ball.
run on !" cried the bishops wife.
"Oh! do hurry"
"Outi' cried Mr.. Ely, banging
down a walking stick. -
"Oh, no; inl'' said Helen.
The dean had no breath to argue
with.
I'm or out, my lordf" The rivals
appealed both together to the bishop,
who was holding his sides as he