Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1898-06-15

mutually attracted? At any rate they
were So Tim fell head over ears in love
with Phyllis. Phyllis showed every dis
position to be responsive. But Mrs.
Bingham, that prudent matrOn, inter-
vened. Tim had little or no money, and
no immediate prospect of making shy.
Phyllis was a girl who, regarded matri-
mOnially, ought to secure her 100000 or
SO per annum. Under these ciTcum
stances to have let the foolish affair with
grave dereliction of maternal duty. OF
such dereliction Phyllis mother had no
idea of being guilty. And so that piece
of foolishness was promptly squelcned.
Phyllis had not met Tim for nearly
year, and she seemed to have quite for
that the silly affair was over and done
with. Even Mrs. Bingham, who was in
finitely more acute, had little fear Of its
being resuscitated. Indeed, she thought
that Phyllis had developed a liking for
another and a vastly more eligible ad-
tious and far-seeing woman, she had
made up her mind to run no unnecessary
risks. And, therefore, she gave the squire
those very particular instructions n re-
gard to Phyllis and Tim.
When Phyllis and her father reached
Lords they lost no time in making their
way round to their places. And they
were scarcely enscOnced in these before
play began. Kent had been lucky enough
to win the toss, and, of course, they chose
to take the first Of an excellent wicket.
But whether from some unaccountable
funk or from the fine bowling and field
ing of the Middlesex men, the Hop county
made a disastrous start, losing four wick
cts in the first half hour for paltry 20
Then Tim Darlington came in; and ne
had not been long at the Wickets before it
became apparent that it was Tim Part
lngton's day. Tim was always a hitter,
never having the patience for cautious
play. And now he had the sense and the
nerve to play his own game. He lei out
at everything in the remOtest degree let
success. 1t was true he made few bad
strokes. which luckily for him, fell harm
less. 1t was true also that he made a
number Of really brilliant ones. Bound
credit. He kept the scorers hard at work
all the time, until, just before the lunch
con interval. he was caught at third man
from a mis-hit, and thus retired, having
compiled 90 in an hour and half and d.
moralizing the Middlesex attack.
Squire Bingham was a good sportsman,
and could appreciate fine play on which
ever side exhibited. Hearty, therefore,
was the applause, and loud were the
braves in which he INDUCED while Tim
Darlington was trOuncing the AIiddieSeX
trundIers. He was so taken up with the
game that he scarcely even looked at
Phyllis. Had he done so he could not
have failed to be struck with the radi-
ance and excitement of her expression.
Her eyes sparkled; her cheeks were
flushed: her lips were parted in a delight
ed smile. Altogether she was as pretty
picture of eager girlish happiness as
anyone need wish to see.
When the interval arrived, Phyllis and
he betOOk themselves to the table Of an
old Middlesex pal Of the squire, who
give a big luncheon at the match every
year for the benefit of his numerous
friends: And having there refreshed
themselves, they started on the usual
stroll about the ground. While. they were
thus engaged, a tall, manly figure, clad
in blazer and flannel trousers, bore sud
denly down on Phyllis and her papa.
How do you do, Miss Bingham? How
do you do, Mr.. Bingham?" said the pleas
ant. hearty tones of Tim Partington.
'How do you do?" replied Phyllis.
"Eh-ah-how-do.' remarked the
squire, adopting a stiff and standotfish
air. you played a fine inning Tim" he
could not help adding.
May join you in your stroll?" in
qulred the young man.
I-er-um-oughtn't you to be looking
after your own people!" suggested the
squire, pOintedly.
Phyllis, however. gave him a glance.
which said, Yes. join u.s." if a glance
ever did. And Tim made up his mind
rot to be chOked off.
'Oh, that's all right" he said, cheer
fully. The governors the only one CT
my people here, and l think he prefers
looking after himself
I'm" granted Phyllis father, glumly.
lie felt that he could not, without being
unpardOnably rude, give the young man
a, stronger hint that he was not wanted
than he had already done. Well, if he
would press himself on them, he must |
One thing was certain, ne should not
have the chance of speaking to Phyllis
alone.
They strolled about for some time.
Timothy resOrting to all sorts of little |
subterfnges whereby he hoped to with
draw Phyllis from her fathers side
subterfuges in which Phyllis did all she |
could to aid and abet him. But the
squire was on the alert; and he baffied |
them all. His daughter was in bis
charge, and on no condition would he let |
her out of his sight-least of all Ill the |
company of Tim Darlington. On this |
point his mind was quite made up.
Matters, were looking tolerably hope
beginning to realize that any idea of a |
tete-a-tete with Tim was out of the ques- |
ton, when gleam Of sudden intelligence |
the CLEAN of a happy thought-dawned |
upon the young mans face. And giving |
her reassuring, hopeful glance-when |
ILic oqu4Ie was IOOAluS duOlueE Why-ue |
said
"By Jove, Mr.. Bingham. You haven't |
seen the governor yet He'll be awfully |
sick if he misses you. I'll go and fetch |
him. |
by all means" replied the squire. 81 |
snail be most happy to see your father"
Tim hurried away, and in a few min
utes returned in the company of his rev
erend governor.
The two elderly gentlemen shook hands
cordially.
Hail, friend Bingham. Right glad to
meet you" exclaimed his reverence, IN
his jovial way.
And I to meet you responded the /
squire. Haven't seen you since this
time last year, Darlington"
- Bring" y rim back old times, doesn't it,"
member that last match, in which you
and | played together?''
Remember? Could I ever forget it,"
''And how. when Middlesex only want
ed two to win, and everything depended |
on you, | got you caught at the wicket,
and we won the match"
49, off my arm, remember-of my arm,
Timothy Partington.'
Il remember that you rubbed -our