The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1897-05-29

tosecd for going IN, and he found NM
ssif b5v:izz sisc-cesiy 81 Capt Elton
who, armed with rake handle. was nt
the wicl<ets.
LIT Ia very hot. he gasped; and, look.
ing round guilty. he quickly flung his
black coat on the grass and few to
TRY 10 catch ball which Capt. Elton
had returned TO him. Then he stood APP
4 palled, for the bishops voice came to
his ears. and, turning. he saw the bish-
op and his wife standing close behind
him. "Cricketi" The bishops pale,
intellectual face was full Of laughter
as he saw the dean, coatless and breath
less, flying for the ball. II thought this
was strictly forbidden"
20, my lord, come and umpire; we
want one badly" called Helen, quite un-
abashed. and the dean who had stood
still, horror-stricken, picked up the
ball again when he saw the lenient ex-
preston on the episcopal face, and saw
the bishop move in to umpire; while
Mrs. Howard sat down on bench and
absolutely shook with merriment.
Cricket In the deans garden, IL was too
amusingl
BY dint of what Helen called poking.
the two soldiers had made IS runs, and
then Helen took her place at the wick
cts. She was really fair lady cricket
er, and, as fielders were scarce, she ran
up the score to Ii in a few minutes, re-
firing with cry of disgust as Capt. FL
ton caught her out cleverly with his left
hand.
snow, Mr.. Dean, the bishops wife
called out impatienhy, as the dean
stood hesitating; "go IN; there's no ono
to see"
And the dean went in. A rakehandle
is not the best OF bats, but the dean
made mighty smite, caught the ball
on the half volley, and away IL went
over all the heads into clump OF
bushes. Once, twice, thrice did the
dean fly to the stick and back - his
breath was gone. his face scarlet-four
times.
II can't go again." he gasped pitt
eously.
"You mustl"--Helen had set her
heart on winning. Zone more and we
win; run, Uncle Jos, run!' But the
delay was almost fatal for, as the dean
turned TO run back, Capt. Elton flung in
the ball.
run onl' cried the bishops wife.
"Oh, do hurry!"
"Out!" cried Mr.. Ely, banging down
a walking stick.
20, no; inl" said Helen.
The dean had no breath TO argue
with
"In or out, my lord?' the rivals APP
pealed both together TO the bishop,
who was holding his sides as he
laughed; but then, what sight met
their eyes as they turmoil The whole
of the deans large party stood lool;-
ing on, ON the edge of the ground, led
by Mrs. Holroyd; and what had they
seen as they came up? The dean, their
dean, flying coatless and hatless, up
and down, playing cricket on the sacred
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 county, too
the county which they had so often
lectured on its advanced ways? Mrs.
Holroyd looked round in stony despair,
words that were too bitter to utter
trembling on her lips.
The dean hurriedly picked up his coat
end hid as much of his breathless per-
son inside il as was possible. The bish-
op had decided that 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,"
81 am so sorry" stammered the dean;
at wasn't here, and L"
Lady Damer put up her pince-nez
doubtfully. 81 really believe she said I;
Eyes, indeed-why, you were using IL
for a wicket" and she fished the middle
stump, which was adorned with lace,
out of the ground.
Mrs. Carberry groaned audibly.
ut was my fault" exclaimed Helen;
81 never looked at it,"
"Never mind, my DEAR" said the old
lady, laughing; you must come out
hHu plty CflNhtl WIFI my kAdhhShhA'
dren. Wen get up n match. Mrs. Car
berry, as you don't object To cricket
now. Let me see, shall we say next
weel--Thursday?" and Mrs. Carberry
said: Eyes"
1.-THE fall of the select was complete,
for they picked sides and played more
cricket that same afternoon (minus
the DEAN; Mrs. IIolroyd accepted her
defeat, and was silent even when Alicia
Holroyd announced openly that she
must come up TO try n ride on Helen's
bicycle. Only Louisa TIolroyd sat away
and spoke no rebelious words, but she
was deciding what color her new habit
would be. and whether she would buy
brown top boots or black.-Sketch.
'sGone To the Dogs"
A missionary bishop who had been
ak weeks in coming TO the convention