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much as do my tan yard and the great hall but she never seems io think ofIhem and never has spoken a hasiy word since our misforiuncs, for all you knuw, poor ;hing, she used to be a little quick-tem- pered.

 And I knew nothing of this, repeated Paul HolIon, as, two or three of their best wickets being down, the Hazelby players summoned him to go in.

 Again all eyes were fixed on the Sussex crickcter, and at first he seemed likely to verify the prediction and confirm the hopes of the most malicious of his adversaries, by batting as badly as he had bawled well.--- He had not caught sight of the ball his hits were weak, his defence insecure, and his mates began to tremble, and his oppo- nents to crow. Every hit seemed likely to be the last he missed a leg ballof Ned Smith's, was but all caught out by S.New- ton l; and East Woodhay triumphed. Ha- zclby sat quaking, when sudden glimpse of Lefty, watching him with intense anxie- ty, recalled her champions wan 1ering thoughts. Gathering up himselfFhe stood before the wicket another man; Knocked hither and thither,to he turnpike,the cop pice, ,ihe pond; got three -four, and five at 8 hit; baffled the slow bowler James Smith, and the fast bowler Tom Taylor, got fifty five notches off his own bat, stood out all the rest of his side; and so handled the adverse party when they went in, the match was won at single inning with six and thirty runs to spare.

 Whilst his mates where discussing their victory, Paul Holton again approached the father and daughter, and this time she did not run away: 'Letty, dear Letty,' said he, three years ago I lost the cricket, match, and you were angry and I was fool ish. But Lefty, dear Lefty, this match is won; and if you could but know how deeply i have repented, how earnestly have Ionged for this day! The world has gone well with me these three long years. l have wanted nothing but the treasure1 which myself threw away, and now if you would let your father be my father and my home your home ifyou would out forgive me, Lefty

 Letty's answer is not upon record but it is certain that Paul Holton walked homo from the cricket ground that evening with old John Dale hanging on one arm, and John Dale's pretty daughter on the other; and that month after the bells of Hazelby church were ringing merrily in honour of one of the fairest and luckiest matches that ever cricketer lost and won.

 Litel's Museum.