SHORT STORIES.
Sir Marmaduke was in the habit of annually arranging a cricket match between his guests and the local eleven. On one occasion he was rather upset. The ’natch was waiting io commence, when it was discovered, that there wasn’t an umpire. In the omermency he ordered one of his footmen to fill the part. Tn duceour.se it was Sir Marmaduke’s turn to bat. Garbed in pads and guards of all kinds, he strode doughtily to the wicket, took “centre” and prepared to stand up for his side. But fate was unkind: the second bal Istruek him on the pad, and at once a cry arose of “How’s •hat, umpire?” Everybody turned to the footman, who flushed scarlet with embarrassment and then decreed: “I’m sorry to lune io say ‘ Not al ho mi'. ’-Si r Mar ma duke. ” “Not at h'oim. 1 !” gasped his master. “'What d’ye mean.” “Well, Sir Marmaduke,” replied the man apologetically, “if' you will have it full and frank, “you’re out! ”
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Waipukurau Press, Volume 11, Issue 39, 12 August 1920, Page 4
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166SHORT STORIES. Waipukurau Press, Volume 11, Issue 39, 12 August 1920, Page 4
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