The Wrangell sentinel., 1916-11-16
Laidlaw s
 Lucky Leap
And the Great Reward
 That Came Alter.
By ANNETTE DUMOIS.


 hard, punched 2So pounds on top of Don Laidlaw there was a howl of joy from Grayson's side, for with the downfall of Laidlaw the Scyth- ian team was doomed.
 That night the spectators of the great event of the upper ten ath- letic season went home well pleased that they had seen desperate and perfect game. But Don Laidlaw was left a wreck for life by it. Something" had happened to his back. What the something" was the doctors and surgeons didn't seem able to say. At any rate, they agreed that probably he would nev- CT walk again unless something" favorable happened, and that was not at all likely.
 Life Is full of sarcasms, and this seems to be one of them," murmur- ed Laidlaw, despite his illness still a fine looking young fellow, as he vas being propelled down the ave nue in an invalid's chair.
 He turned to the attendant and said:
 Wheel me into that sunny cor ner and then run over to the libra " and fill this list. There; that's something like it. This wind cuts like a knife.'
 Laldlaw watched the man disap- pear around the corner with a sense of irritation foreign to his hitherto bold and almost cheerful acceptance of fate.
 "Hang it all I wish there was some artistic way of leaving this world," he muttered. "Who would hare thought one short year would make sucf, a change in ones pros poets: Then full of life and pluck and now husky babe in peram- bulator!' He laughed in spite of his fit of despondency.
 The laugh vanished almost at once. He was thinking, and think ing hard. He always did think of that same one thing-of the girl to whom he had intended to propose on the very night of the game.
 "kis1net." he muttered. q won- der if she cares-much She is sympathetic when we meet and in a manner that doesn't sting. Bless her, To think that that's all over noww, And Don sighed heavily over his blasted hopes.
 "0ho-ho! What a funny baby carriage. Ain't you dot any toot- sies, MT. Man." pipcd little voice.
 Laidlaw turned his head quickly. A golden haired tot stood close be- side him. Her big brown eyes, with golden lights in them, gazed won- deringly with the frankness of baby hood straight into his astonished gray ones.
 Laidlaw was fond of children, and she was a welcome interrup- ton to his thoughts. He answered cheerilv: "Hello. kid! Where did you escape from? You'll catch your death ont here without a hat and those bare lecs," noticing the blue flesh above the tiny white socks. "W'herc's your nurse or whoever has you in tow?"
 "Over dere." answered the baby vaguely, pointing across the park that ran down the middle of the broad avenue.
 "Come up here in my lap" coax ed Don, ''and when James comes back you shall have ride in my gocart."
 'Let me see 'em," persisted the mite.
 "What?" questioned the puzzled man.
 "Footsies," replied the infant.
 "Oh. my feet! Yes, Eve got feet, though they're not much use at present" Laidlaw pulled the rug aside. "Now, are you satisfied, my lady?" t.#..> F..
 She surveyed his No. 9's approy- ingly and said, 'Dess me come now," and climbed into his lap.
 In the midst of an interesting conversation Toodles, as she called herself, said abruptly, "Sissie dot you on her tabo"
 "Oh, has she? What on earth is a tabo?" queried Laidlax.
 "On her tabo, were she does her hair-pitcLur card, wiv funny sings on here," and she patted his shoul- ders, "an' wood sings down dere," rubbing her plump little knees.
 "Oh. a picture of me in football togs, I suppose. What is Sissie's name ?" asked Laidlaw.
 "Vy, Sissie. Oh, dere is nursie! Doodbyw she interrupted and. slid ing from his lap, ran toward the park.
 As she reached the middle of the