Evening star., 1911-06-04

w. smiled. So old man Cummings was
playing golf, and somewhere not far inside
that wall! He wondered if he could look
over the wall, anyway at all. Perhaps with
pile of logs, he could get up, and
where did your ball 60, Mr.. Cummings?'
"Over the wall, confound it! And not
another one in my pocket
well, what do you say?'
"Why, Doc, l think l could get over the
wall and find it. guess will"
Don't take any such chance. Let me-"
mo, I'll do it,"
"Let me'
"Oh, what S the matter with you? There's
nobody at this end of the place, and
"Ill beat you over
At first, as William w. heard this con-
versation floating over the wall, he had been
able to distinguish two voices, one of which
was, of course, that of the hiding trust mag
nate, and the other, with equal probability,
that of DR.. Twomb1ey. But as the argument
as to which should follow the missing golf
ball grew more rapid, he could not tell where
one voice left off and the other began.
But before he had chance to hear any
more, scramble was heard, and William w.
darted into the protection of the wall just
below where a pair of legs, incased in golf
stockings and heavy shoes, came over the
top, one after the other, to be followed by
the rest of parsonage. From the other side
of the wall he could hear warning, "Look
out!" Then the figure on the wall said, "All
right-I see the ball." there was a slipping,
sliding sound, and the next moment the legs
were hanging dangling over the wall, as well
as two gesticulating arms, and William w.,
looking up, discovered, impaled by the seat
of his golfng knickerbockers on a spike on
top of the wall, an elderly gentleman, with a
very red face, grabbing frantically at the air
in an effort to extricate himself from his
predicament.
He was facing the other way from William
W.; hence he did not see that eager young
gentleman, as he called loudly:
"Oh, | say, this is a pretty pickle! I'm
caught Can't you climb up and turn me
loose?"
Then William W. heard the other voice
from beyond the wall say, wait a minute"
He heard climbing noise, and the next
there appeared another person at the top of
the WALL or, to be exact, pair of hands and
the top of a tam-o -shanter cap.
A T this very instant the dangling gentle
: = man, in his paroxysms to turn himself
loose, turned about and saw William w.
He emitted yell, the hands on top of the
wall disappeared, and William w. stepping
out from his hiding place, faced the man
alone
For second there was silence. Then the
dangling gentleman said hotly, @Who are
your
Nobody in particular, Mr.. Cummings"
The dangling gentleman groaned, and
reached more wildly than ever for the top of
the wall which he could not gain. @Cum-
mings!" he shouted. "I'm not Mr. Cum
mings, you idiot! Take me down from here
this roOp,erf Or TI1-o
"Steady!" said William w. coolly, STEP
ping out little way and swapping his camera
at the man. "Thank you!"
"Confound you, what was that?" de-
manded the dangling one
"Picture Number One, Sir" said William
w. "And now to proceed"
The dangling gentleman by this time had
managed to get one foot on a projection of
the wall, SO that he did not hang quite so
head downward as before and could shake
his fist at William w. with quite a savage
force back of the gesture. But still his knick-
erbockers held to the spike at the top of the
wall. Indeed, had he released them, as he
might have done, if he had been a little more
supple, it would have been dangerous oper-
alton, because he would have fallen back
ward, and drop of seven or eight feet is no
joke.
Il shouldn't try to get loose by myself,
Mr.. Cummings" said William W. calmly.
IF YOU II wait a moment however I'll helm