The Monmouth inquirer., 1911-06-08

hlswick's hand and held il.
What is it?" the other gasped.
See"
"What?"
"Why-oh-Jach Blatchford is
there all dressed and ready. HeL
mounting. He is joining them He
is taking ais place" A moment of
silent intensity followed. "Oh," Sal
ly cried, "they have begun. He is
Number Two. Mr.. Langley isn't one
OF them"
"And Jack Blatchford's riding
Dicks best pony, Frisco, gasped
Mrs. Elswick. 81 don't understand
at all"
The game lives in Westmead an
nails. If it is not glorified in song,
often enough is it told in story.
Over and over again the incidents
have been recounted and never seem
to grow old. Rather additional cir
cumstances constantly appear-new
events are continually brought to
light and still the wonder grows.
At the end of the first period, after
moments Of breathless attention, Of
motionless absorption-Sally New
lands and Mrs. Elswick were able to
think and speak.
Please" implored Mrs. Elswick
to Brackenbury who hurried up,
what does it mean?"
WIN" he exclaimed, Langley
saE5 at the last moment that the only
hope for is was to have Blatchford
play. He went to Van Norden and
said that he would lend Blatchford
all his ponies. Van Norden jumped at
it. Consequently Blatchford is in
with all Langley's stable to use. Isn't
he wonder? Did you ever see my
anything like him?"
Never" exclaimed Mrs. Elswick
wildly. Though he's playing per-
feet team game he's everything. hes
doing it ALL"
Poor Langley" whispered Els
wick to his wife. His nose is out
of joint It's all up for him now"
Bending his head slightly toward Sal
ly as he spoke Made as she is,
she can't resist such game as
Blatchford is putting up. Besides,
what did she say at the beginning?"
Mrs. Elswick nodded comprehend
ingly.
The final neriod was a repetition Of
the three which had gone before.
One crisis followed another. Never
had anything more fast and furious
been witnessed on the ground.
Blatehford still played his position
so that he told for more than all
the rest of the game Going strong
with vigor and accuracy, he never
for a moment stood in the way of the
team work as a whole. Indeed, the
skill with which he led up to and
seconded the others was as remark
able as his individual achievements.
If perfect polo was ever witnessed it
was to be seen in Blatchford's per-
formance that day, as was acknowl-
edged at the dinner that night and
ever afterwards. Cheers and ap-
plause ran along the lines. Clapping
her hands Mrs Elswick soon split
both of her gloves Then she left
the car to stand beside her husband.
Left alone, Miss Sally Newlands sat
as if in a trance, no incident escap-
ing her steadfast gaze.
Hidden among the crowd where
the unemployed ponies were led up
and down, Langley remained unno-
ticed. watching the course of the
struggle. With bent brow. biting his
lip, he fingered as if reluctant and
yet fascinated.
When the gong at last sounded,
when there could be no doubt as to
the result of the hardly fought field,
when the Westmeads had certainly
won by two goals and the Colony
Cup was theirs, then a great shout
went up. Instead of turning away
at once, the crowd fingered for sew
eral minutes. Not a person, not a
trap moved, each onlooker cheering
wildly.
Blatchford, the centre of turbu-
lent group, was almost lost to sight.
Two men were shaking each hand
Three were pounding him on the
back. Langley, a polo mallet in his
hand-he almost seemed to be sup
porting his dragging steps with it
was making his way along toward
the clubhouse. Sally Newlands stand
ing up in the automobile saw them
both.
"Ohl" she exclaimed, "I can't
wait. I want to get down"
Where are you going?"
Never mind" she answered hur-
riedly descending.
Sally" warned Mrs. Elswick.
you are always doing something IN
conventional and awful. Be care
full"
I will" she answered. rhen
she added. 81 don't care"
On the grass her little feet trip
ped along so quickly that Elswiek,
who followed. lost her in the throrg.
At last she came to an open plsce.
She fairly ran forward over the field.
Mr.. Langley-Dick." she called
softly
He. advancing slowly. turned with
a start and stared in amazemen;
Obi" she painted. ''it was splen-
did-gloriOus-T wanted to tell Won