The Laurens advertiser. (Laurens, S.C.) 1885-1973, 1903-01-07

"An you want for a grip is what your
hand can What would you have?
And, besides, do you know why you
are not gone yetT'
The old man waited; looking at the
minister gravely.
Because he hasn't let go his grip Of
you"
"How do you know he's gripped me2',
"Now, look here, Nelson, do you want
TO quit this thing and give it all upF"
mo, motor heavens sake, moi WHY,
do you think I have lost it," said Mel.
son almost piteously.
"Well, he's keeper about 1t thar you,
and I'll bet you haven't thought 1t
worth while to thank him."
ITO thank him." he repeated almost
stupidity, "for"-
"For keeping you where you are over
night" said Mr.. Craig almost sternly.
The old man gazed at the minister. a
light growing in his eyes
you're right! Thank God, you're
rightw
And then he turned quickly away and
went into the stable behind his team.
1t was Il minute before he came out.
Over his face there was a trembling
joy.
Cant l do anything for you today"
he asked bumbly.
Indeed you just cam said the min
lister, taking his hand and shaking 1t
very warmly, and then he told him
Slavin's programme and ours.
Sandy is all right till after his race.
A flor fhot &c, HE tir,a @p 1,,~o, 10 .otl
the minister.
"lll stay with him, sir" said old Mel
son in the tone of a nan taking n cove
nant and Immediately set off for the
coffee tent.
Here comes another recruit for your
corps" | said, pointing to Leslie
Gracmc, who was coming down the
street at that moment in his light
sleigh.
81 am not so sure. DO you think
you could get himT"
laughed. you are a good cne."
"Well," he replied half defantly,
us not this your fight tooF"
"You make me think so, though l
am bound to say | hardly recognize
myself today. But here goes" And
before ! knew 1t was describing our
plans to Graeme, growing more and
more enthusiastic as he sat in his
sleigh, listening with n quizzical smile
didn't quite like.
Hes got you, too" lie said. ~ fear.
ed So"
WELL" laughed, perhaps so. But
l want to lick that man Slavin. I've
just seen him. and he's just what Craig
calls him, "a slick son OF the devil
Don't be shocked. He says It Is Scrip
ture."
Revised version" said Graeme
gravely, while Craig looked a little
abashed.
what is assigned me, Mr.. Craigf
For | know that this man is simply
your agent"
l repudiated the idea, while Mr.. Craig
said nothing.
whats my part" demanded
Gracme.
"Wcll," said Mr.. Craig hesitatIngly,
"of course l would DO nothing till I
had consulted you, but | want n man
to take my place at the sports. l am
referee"
"That's all right" said Graeme, with
an air of relief. 81 expected something
hard"
"And then | thought you would not
mind presiding at the dinner. want 1t
to so off WELL"
did you notice that?' said Graeme
to me-. mot a bad touch, CHIP"
"Thats nothing to the way he touch.
ed me. Wait and learn" I answered,
while Craig looked quite distressed
"Hell do it, Mr.. Craig, never fear" I
said, and any other little duty"
"Now, that's too bad Of you. That Is
all l want, honor bright" he replied,
adding as he turned away: "You are
just in time for a cup Of coffee, Mr..
Graeme. Now l must sec Mrs. Mayor"
WHO is Mrs. MavorY' / demanded
Of Gracme.
Mrs. Mavor? The miners guardian
angel"
We put up the horses and set of for
coffee. AS we approached the booth
Graemc caught sight Of the Punch and
Judy show, stood still In amazement
and eXclaimed:
"Can the dead liyeT"
punch and Judy never die" 1 re-
piled solemnly.
"But the old manipulation is dead
enough, poor old beggarp.
"But he left his mantle, as you see."
He looked Mt me q moment.
what? Do you mean you''-
eyes; that is what 1 do neon"
SIC is Il great man, that Cray fellow,
a truly great IAN"
And then he leaned up against a tree
and laughed till the tears came.
81 say, old boy, don't miRd me-" he
gasped, "but do you remember the old
varsity shown
eyes, you villain, and I remember
your part in it. / wonder how you can
even at this remote date laugh Mt It,"
For I had a vivid recollection Of how,
after Il "chaste and highly artistic per.
Torrance of this medieval play" had
been given before n distinguished To-
ronto audience, the trapdoor by which
I had entered my box was fastened and
/ was left to swelter in my cage and
forced to listen to the suffocated laugh
ter from the wings and the stage whis-
pers of "Hello, Mr.. Punch, where's the
baby" And for many a day after I
was subjected to anxious inquiries as
to the locality and health of "the baby
and whether 1t was able TO be out.
"Oh, the dear old daysF' he kept say.
ing over and over in a tone so full of