The Kansas City sun. (Kansas City, Mo.) 1908-1924, 1915-02-20

Aaho ONNAs anu Mntu lu6 utAI WlCh6I
fell Mr.. Langholme. the Gentlemen's
hope, who had made a c~reditable IS
in his first attempt, was to try to re-
trieve the situation.
Hello, Buttsl How did you get
here?" inquired Langholme, with Ian.
guild interest.
Sammy smiled. Have a bracer,
and I'll tell you," he said.
He led the unresisting Langholme
toward the little booth behind the pa
vilion. Nobody was there, Sammy
having squared the booth man. With
a deft, unexpected movement of the
arm. Sammy thrust a gag into Mr..
Langholme's mouth. Then he threw
him on the floor behind the booth and
tied him fast with a rope that he
had taken from about his waist.
Next instant shouts of 'Langholme!
Next mani" resounded, and Sammy
saw one of the Gentlemen walking
off the field with his wicket down.
Sammy hastily thrust on a pair Of
knee-guards, took the bat that lay be-
side the glazing, speechless Mr.. Lang
holme, and walked out into the field.
"Langholme's had a stroke" he ex.
planned truthfully to the retiring bats.
man. I've taken his place"
A minute later he was standing be-
fore his wicket, facing the demon
Hobbs, % yards away. Beside him
stood a second batsman. Sammy
didn't Ennwr rrhr~ H..
there, but he didn't care. either. If
he could hit the ball with a baseball
bat, what couldn't he do with the club
in his hand? He held it over his
shoulder instead Of putting it down in
the block. The spectators gasped.
PLAY" yelled the umpire. The de-
mons arm went up above his head,
and the ball trundled slowly toward
Sammy. Sammy let fly, and the ball
went spinning across the field. Next
instant the second batsman was at
his side.
Run, sir" he gasped. Rum" And
Sammy ran to the opposite wicket.
Next minute the batsman was back
at his side again.
Run, sir!" he gasped.
So Sammy ran again, and then
again. 1t was firing work, and, not
understanding that he was to stop
when the ball was retrieved, he start
ed a fourth time, and only got back
to his crease without having his
wicket down by a miracle of luck.
The demon scowled and sent down
a high lob. Sammy, half way across
the pitch, caught it and sent it beyond
the boundary.
Get back" yelled the other bats
That's a boundary. That's a
four hit"
Then Sammy understood something
of the principle. When you hit the
ball you ran, but if you could hit it
beyond the boundary you scored four
automatically. That was easier.
After that Sammy began hitting
four every time. Of course, he had
intervals of rest, because every fifth
or sixth ball the field dissolved like
a kaleidoscope and he found himself
standing idly beside the bowler. But
then again the field would be rear
ranged, and Sammy would face the de-
mon Hobbs, who, much discounted,
would try him with new kinds of
balls. There were fast balls and slow
balls, spinning balls and breaking
balls. Sammy didn't care. Each ball
went to the boundary for four. The
field was extended almost to the boun-
dairy to stop his strikes, but they
failed. The ball went whizzing over
their heads. In half an hour Sammy's
score stood at $50, and the cheers of
the spectators were continuous.
In two hours Sammy had passed
the two hundred mark. He didn't
care anything about Hobbs now, or
any of the other bowlers. With his
bat over his shoulder he just waited,
and then, shutting one eye, he swiped.
The Players were d~emoralized.
But the Gentlemen did not win.
They were some 200 points ahead, and
still going strong, when time was
called. And Sammy, still with the bat
over his shoulder. found himself sur
rounded by a cheering, raving mob.
The first face he looked into was
the earl's.
my boy" he gasped. why didn't
you tell me? You have saved the
honor of the day. The battle of
Waterloo"-an impressive pause
was won on the playing fields OF
Elton, sir. Is there anything-anything
l can do for you to acknowledge your
magnificent triumph"
YES" said Sammy. Give me Lady
Muriel."
On the outskirts of the crowd
Sammy saw Mr.. Langholme trying to
get near him. He looked as flustered
as such a gentlemanly man could
look, and he might even have been
goaded into slapping Sammy, but he
couldn't get near enough.
The earl looked at the lovers and
relented.
Take her, my boy" he faltered. 1T
is your right. For the battle Of Water
loo"
Eyes, l know" answered Sammy.
Copyright, 1914. by ". G. Chapman)
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