Demorralic; atc. Bellefonte, Pa., April 9, 1915. A LT SAM AND WATERLOO. [By Eugene Townsend.] “I haven't any prejudice against you because you are in business, Mr. Butts,” repeated the earl of Water- bury. “None whatever. I understand that the United States Watch com- pany is a prosperous and honorable concern. Pray put that idea out of your head. I myself am connected with a farm—er, products institution.” In point of fact the earl of Water- bury was the head of a model dairy, and therefore could have no such ob- jection against Sam Butts of Bing- hampton, New York, formerly, but now domiciled in London. “But as for your marrying Lady Muriel, Mr. Butts, it is out of the question,” the earl continued. “You are an American. I say nothing against you on that score. could have had the choice you would, | of course, have been born an English- | man. Far be it from me to penalize a man for a misfortune of birth. But, | sir, you cannot understand the Eng- lish spirit. You are ignorant of our sports. Only yesterday you remarked in my presence that you hoped Surrey would score a run in its eighth inning. Mr. Butts, there are only two innings in cricket, and Surrey did not score a run, it scored 237 runs. In short, sir, you have not the essential tempera- ment to admit of an instant’s con- sideration of your preposterous re- quest. Besides, I intend that Lady Muriel shall marry Mr. Charles Ste- phen Langholme. Good-day, sir.” Sammy had known that it was a forlorn hope. He and Lady Muriel had been in love with each other for six months, ever since they had mest, in fact. Mr. Butts moved in good so- ciety; he was a presentable young man, and a Cornell graduate; but that did not make any difference in thc earl’s eyes. He had never heard of Cornell and would not have cared if he had heard of it. The earl was in- tensely English, and a devotee of sport. “The battle of Waterloo was won on the playing fields of Eton,” was his favorite slogan. But he did not call it a slogan. He called it an original remark, and each time he ut- tered it he thought he was giving a new idea to the world. There was nothing the matter with Charles Stephen Langholme. He had assimilated himself so well to the pre- - valling style that there wag nothing to him at all. He had no individuality. If you had removed Mr. Langholme “I'm Afraid It's Useless, Sammy.” from the world a thousand other Lang- holmes would have leaped in to take his inconspicuous place. And Lady Muriel, bound by tradition as she was, knew that she would have to marry Mr. Langholme unless he died, cheated at cards, or scored a ‘“duck’s egg” in the forthcoming match between Gen- tlemen and Players at the Oval. Mr. Langholme, needless to say, was playing cricket for the Gentle- men. Yes, there was that one point about Mr. Langholme. He was a good crick- eter. He had a batting average of 47 for the season. If he went down ig- nominously before the bowling of the demon bowler, a coarse fellow named Hobbs, the earl’s disgust might pos- sibly induce him to consider some other man’s suit—not Mr. Butts’. “I’m afraid it’s useless, Sammy,” sighed Lady Muriel. “I've got to mar- ry Charles.” “Why have you got to marry Charles?” demanded Sammy trucu- lently. “Because it’s the proper thing,” said his beloved. “If we got married there —wouldn’t be any bridesmaids.” And she looked at him piteously. Sammy looked back at her and knew that he was “up against it.” But that only set his Binghampton brains to working faster. Sammy had been a pretty good ball player in his day. Why shouldn’t he make a crick- eter? A sleepless night produced a bril- liant scheme. He would do it. He would! And he wouldn't say a word to anybody about it. He kept away from Muriel. But he induced the earl to send him a ticket of admission to the grand stand. If you! | So, on the day of the match, be- | hold Sammy, in cricketing flannels— which should have been a frock coat | and a high hat—loitering near the pa- vilion, about which a number of flan- | nel-clad men are congregated, Players and Gentlemen, all on good terms with each other, and each side waiting to . “knock the stuffing” out of the other. i Behold, too, Mr. Langholme, testing his new bat and watching with cool ing a cricket ball lovingly in his hand. Sammy, being in flannels, manages to gain entrance to the sacred inclos- ure during the Gentlemen’s second inning. It should be explained that since the Players had scored 267 and the Gentlemen only 75, the Gentlemen were having their second inning on top of the first, the Players fully =x- pecting to wallop them with one in- ning to their two, and a good many runs over. And when the next wicket fell Mr. Langholme, the Gentlemen’s hope, who had made a creditable 18 in his first attempt, was to try to re- trieve the situation. “Hello, Butts! How did you get here?” inquired Langholme, with !an- | guid 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. him on the floor behind the booth and tied him fast with a rope that he had taken from about his waist. I Next instant shouts of “Langholme! Next man!” resounded, and Sammy saw one of the Gentlemen walking off the field with his wicket down. holme, and walked out into the field. “Langholme’s had a stroke,” he ex- plained 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, 22 yards away. Beside him stood a second batsman. Sammy didn’t know why he was standing there, but he didn’t care, either. If he could hit the ball with a baseball in his hand? shoulder instead of putting it down in the block. The spectators gasped. “Play!” yelled the umpire. The de- mon’s 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. “Run!” Sammy ran to the opposite wicket. Next minute the batsman was back at his side again. “Run, sir!” he gasped. So Sammy ran again, again. It was tiring work, and, not understanding that he was to stop ed a fourth time, and only got back 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- man. four hit.” Then Sammy understood something of the principle When you hit the ball you ram, 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 Sfth or sixth ball the field dissolved iike a kaleidoscope and he found himself standing idly beside the bowler. Dut then again the field would be cear- ranged, and Sammy would face the de- mon Hobbs, who, much discomfited, 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- dary to stop his strikes, but they failed. The ball went whizzing over their heads. In half an hour Sammy’s score stood at 150, 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 demoralized. 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 nave saved the honor of the day. The battle of Waterloo”—an impressive pause— “was won on the playing fields of Eton, sir. Is tnere anything—anything I 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. ‘It is your right. For the battle of Water- loo—" “Yes, I know,” answerad Sammy. (Copyright. 1914. by W. G. Chapman.) disdain the low Hobbs, who is twist- | Langholme’s mouth. Then he threw | Sammy hastily thrust on a pair of | knee-guards, took the bat that lay be- side the glaring, speechless Mr. Lang- ! bat. what couldn’t he do with the club He held it over his And | when the ball was retrieved, ne start- | to his crease without having his! “That’s a boundary. That's a | ! i A Threat. | a cavalry regiment was starting for the front. Just before the column reached the railway station where they were to entrain the noisy cheer- ing of the crowd in the street caused a big bay mare ridden by a weather- beaten sergeant to grow very restive and troublesome. She reared and plunged so that her rider was over- heard to remark as he held her firm- ly with one hand and patted her neck: with the other: “Be done, Lucy! Be done! sha’n’t go with us at all you at home, I will.” I'll leave Special Ink Evolved. material for new paper, a French firm has patented a special ink. The black pigment is a compound from tanbark extracts acting on ferrous sulphate, and this is incorporated with resin, or mineral oil and resin, or boiled lin- seed oil. In repulping the paper the ink is bleached with an acid solution | of a hypochloride, chlorine gas, or hydrochloric or oxalic acid, the pulp being made perfectly white. Toll ¢f Black Death. Black ceath became epidemic in { Asia and Europe in 1425. In a few | years this black death had carried off 23,000,000 persons in Europe and 85, { 000,000 in Asia. In streets and road- | ways the dead decayed where they | happened to fall. 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