Horace Bleackley

“ It was fortunate that it did, for that same day Tim Twister played the great innings of his life, and it was mainly through his batting that his county succeeded in beating the splendid Yorkshire eleven.
When he was out old Davie came to him in the players’ dressing-room to offer his congratulations.
“I say, Tim,” he remarked, after they had been talking for a little while, “that must be a splendid bat you’ve got.”
“Oh,” answered the young professional carelessly, “it’s right enough.” ”

“ Yorkshire, and I seed you play an extraordinary innings—you made two hundred runs?”
“A hundred and fifty it were,” murmured Davie absently. “But then, you see, I’d got Fuller Pilch’s bat.”
“I dreamt that dream twice over,” Tim continued, not comprehending the last remark.
“Ay, no wonder you chaps dream about cricket,” muttered Mrs. Davie, who was bustling around with a contemptuous toss, “you talk o’ little else.”
“Well, it’s made me think a bit,” proceeded Tim solemnly. “If some of the young ’uns come off to-day, the county may do without the fellows on strike. That’d be a bit awkward.” ”

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