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To-Day's Short Story. FOR CORA'S SAKE. I North Weptrrn Rowl. Cottonport. Jnst back from Klondike. Done well. await iaatch a.nd return with you. BOB. Th-ua read aloud Tom Barring-ton from that paper of unmistakable hue which we recognise at a glance as a telegram. "Think of that! Bob back. lie must have seen to-morrow 3 teams in the papers. Barringtoin in goal, eh ? what a strange coincidence! And 'done wellthat means nuggets!" "Lucky fellow! He goes off in a fit of desperation, and tries to lose himself in the wild North W(-õot, a.nd stumbles acroes a fortune, while I stay at home, and a-m positively dependent upon a stray goal, rti''>re or leEs, to-morrow." cried Tom, crump- ling the telegram in nis hands. Would you change places with him, Tom?" asked the young wife—the only other person in the roo,m-with a flush on her pale cheeks and a depth of meaning in her tone which her husband knew well how to interpret. Tom's sudden and not r.nnaturai jealousy vanished as quickly as it arose, and, taking his wife's thin hand tenderly, he said, looking into her eyes: "Do you regret, now you know what might have been?" Hor OOlly was (l, deepecned glow in her eyes, which met her hus-band's gaze unflinchingly, and a gentle pressure of the big, brown bMi<l that was noted for fisting a bail atlmost as tar a-s could kick it, and Tom gathered his little one- year wife into his arms, and, kis&ing her fondly, whimpered in her ear: And you you'd rather a goal-keeper than a millionaire? W ell! Well!—and I-I would rather have my little Cora than all the gold of Klondike—snd I'm sorry for poor old Bob, for. if he has brought home a ship- load of gold, he has brought. home a law—-an empty .heart." Oh," cried Cora, nestling closer, hell snreiy have got over by this time!" "No, no! that's not Bob. He'll never forget, worse luck! "Isn't it strange—this love? Here are twin brothers, o,s like a-i two peas, foolishly in love with the same girl, and s.he just loves the one—this one—with all her hoort. o,nd doesn't love the other a bit, in that way, though she thinks him one of the best and truest men in the it strange ?" "Strange eiwrugh.! Thp-cciany as the rejected one was always a more taking sort than his brother." "No fishing, sir! Now help me an to the conch, thero's a dear. You'll hurry back from Cottonport to-morrow, won't you? I'm a bit frightened at being left." Hurry back? Won't I, just—if I go." "Go? You must go, Tom. It's very unlikely that Milligram will play in goal again, and if you come off to-morrow—and you will—you are certain of the place, and think what that means to us just now." "Think of it. darling? • Since the engineers' war commenced I've thought of it night a.nd day." Forgive me. love, I know you have, and nearly worried yourself to death obout it." No, no. I'm all right, my lass. I &hall go, of course, for your sake aa well as my own, if you are well and Gheerful." But these little family matters ha.ve a way of arranging themselves and dis- arranging1 everything else, and when Tom Harrington, t.he now goal-keeper from the neigbouring village of Riverside, whom the big Eastport League club were giving a trial, should have been joining the train with the of the team for Cottonport, he was holding his wife's hand ajxl speaking tender words to her, while he lite-ned anxiously for the sound of wheels outside which should announce the arrival of the doctor. "You've missed your train?" whispered the pale lips. Yes, darlirng." How—how will they manage without Dant worry, dear." Thus admonished, she lay back upon the bed and closed her eyes. Then suddenly opening them, she said: "You must keep goal: It's -the match of t.he season. They'll never forgive you if they drop from their place at the top of the table." It can't be helped, dear. Let it rest." "There's Bob, ask him-for my sake—to otake your place. "Bob? Keep goal for me?" Yes, personate you—for my sake. He'll not disgrace us." The sound of wheel3 and a double knock announced thearrhal of the doctor,, and, close upon his heels, a good, motherly froul of a nurse—and Tom Wi1" frco. Cottonport was out of the question. The game would be half through when he arrived, even if he were now at Ko.-tport, four miles away, stepping irato the train. His wife's! suggestion—was it feasible? Bob could koop i goal, there was no doubt about that but i the Cottonport team were fighting, as it i were, fcr dear life, to escape the ignominious t-Mt matc-he*, ad some of their forwards would not stick at a trifle. On the other hand, it was of the ntmost I importance to the status and reputation of Torn Barrington that his citadel should kept intact. The club found itself, for the1 first ticne, at the top of the League table, and the man who could keep it there was I a made man. Fortune had not been too kind to Tom, except that it had senz him a wife in a million, but that fact alone was an, all-sufficient reason for a bold stroke. "I'll do it!" muttered Tom, as a muffled wail of anguish wa-s borne from above;! 111 do it, and risk it "—and off he rushed to the posit-office and despatched the fol- lowing wire: CoTa ill. Personate me between sticks. far her sake, she says. Reply.—TOM. Anxiously he waited. Now that be had done it he was <!&<■'irouis thut it s<hc<u>l'dl succeed. What if his brother were not at his hotel? He- .might have gone out, n.ot to return until he had seen the match. Wouldn't he marvel, in tha.t case, when the Eastport team turned out to do battle with only ten mem. and had to make shift wit-lj one of their number in goal? The reply is hero, sir," paid the telegraph girl, and Tom, almost rudely, snatched from her hand and read: Will do it--for Cora'3 sake—B0(B. Bob Harrington, late of Dawson City. Klondike—that gold-field on an ice-field- had finished his toast and coffee two hours ago, but had only turned his chair towards ihe fire in his private room at the North j ■Western, Cottonport, and had sat gazing, into the embers ever sines.. He had returned to the old country rich beyond the dreams of avarice. Fifteen months before he was in the same cit y but. not in the same hotel, by any means—with a steerage ticket for Now York. He had a heavy heart and a light pocket then. Both were heavy now. He had heard, while still within the bounds of civilisation, of the marriage of. his brother Tom to Cora Campbell, and. Heaven knows, did not begrudge his brother his happiness, but he knew that he himself mmsit feel a lifelong lack. There had never been any op-en rivalry between the brothers. Cora know. but Tom dad not until she had promised to be his wife, that Bob Barrington had bestowed his love where it oould not be requited. Bob and Tom had one painful interview, during which the former broke down and Sobbed as only a man does when he is broken-hearted, and was" comforted m a lame, hopefcw style by hie affectionate rival, who, poor fellow, saw no way out of the Tmr?s?Th<-? Bob announced his t?nt.:on of going to Anmnca. Now n* w?s b?ck a?ain-rich. ??PPy- but the ?me ?ood Mlow he always *as. ?for ?he was built that way. ?thou? w:ro in Ri?.de. to  ?ndhi. br?er h?d ?moved S1*  ?ior to hi a d?artuTe, and ^vherethey had ?t Cora. Ou?t ? to go ^ck <t!?.ld h? not? Be?d?. he had  ?y he w?ld. and h? hoped to ? T? toat very d?y. He looked ?rw?rd to?e Mg match in the afternoon as a  ?r.iou for his ^oughtsnone oo ?Ica?t. He wondered how Tm w.olld c?e off. H? did n?t oubt h? ability. He was hiimself no novice, a.nd he new, Tom was his master. A t?p at the door &nd the eatry «t». waiter with a ??ram?? saber ?wf ok?<? Jim from his reverie. He took M. toroi open, and read: "Cora ill. Personate me between sticks. For her sake, she says. ?h?' ?d'd?er h?d a Tefr?m.g Wy of mak.i? np ?? ?1? qluckly. H "ø.lkeå leisurely, but instantly, to the hot?po? Office, and wired a short message agreeing to the reque9t. Having thus ?h?ly cut the pai? t? began to ca?t around for way? and. means. Th dim?lties were many and various. He .iewed himseH in the glass, j He had been accu?Tn?d. from nis ea.rliœt boyhood, to the fact thct unJe? he a?.nd ?hM? brother were seen together it was prae- tically inrpossibte to tell which was which. That was an old ioko but the glance 1D; the mirror revealed one little matter that; needed attention. Shaving in Dawson City waa paid for in gold-dust, a.nd it was, ehea-per—to leave Nature to I ibake her course, hence the well-grown, but neatly trirmned, beard which adorned his chin. the like of which he knew Tom did. not cultivate. To the barber them he repaired, and, with a comiprehenRVve gesture, said, "All off"; .,11 off it was in a brace of shakes. TIe nearly started when, ea he walked towaaxfe tie- micror, Go saw me own. reflection. It might have been, Tom himself coming to meet him. I can do it, he. muttered, as he hastened to luncheon, and no one need be the wiser." Thre was consternation in the East port ca.cp when, at the last moment, the new goal-keeper did not arive. Nothing remained but to proceed to Cot.tonport without him; and thus it was that, with heavy hearts but light steps, ten men only bo- uKled upon the field, in the famous colours of the Eastport team. Scaxoe,ly had they left the dressdng- Toom, when a atranger entered and announced himself to the attendant as Barring ton, the new Eastport goalkeeper— was there a spare rig-out, as. in his haste, he had neglected to bring his own ? No sooner asked for than supplied!—and the cheer that greeted the eleventh and ■missinar man was the greatest of all, for it was heartily joined by his elated comrades, who could scarcely believe their eyes. However. there was no time for MADAME LNA HILL, Who appeor in the Garl Rosa Company in the New Theatre, Cardiff, next week. [Photo, Jenkins, Cardiff. questioning, a.nd BQrriiigton-Bab of that ilk—volunteered no information, but planted himself between the uprights, and fell to woademg how a man two years o-ut of practice would shape. The whittle sounded, a^d Bob soon had a ta.:vte of the Cottoniport quality, for the game had hardly commenced when the ball ca.me sailing in from a, well-directed lateral shot, and, taking the under side of the crossbar, would have been in the net in a twinkling had not the gold-digger caught it on the end of his fingers, and ju-st tipped it over. Cries of Coriier corner!" arose, m,ingled with cheers, and 'a earner-kick it w:az. All the players clustered about the goal- mouth, and awaited the ball, ready with head or foot to help it through or keep it out. The tension on Bob's nerves was terrible. He had faced the icyterronl of the Chilooot Pass and the rigours of a winter on the Yukon with much greater equamimity. Here it comes 1 And, instantly, right into the midst of the posse drops the ball, and cannons from head to head, and from toe to toe, in the wiild struggle for the mastery, and a rapturous cheer bursts from the throng as the ball, despite the efforts of the opposing eleven, shoots into the net, and .the first goal falls to Cottonport. But, ftay. Why does the goalkeeper wave his a..nns in frantic pa-,atetA, and the referee make his way among the excited playere and, after some altercation, point impera- tively in front of the goa.l? "A goal kick!" "No goal!" ory the elated and the depressed alike, and it soon transpires tha;t Hattock, the Cotiton- port centre-forward, a man of unsavoury reputation for shady tactics, deliberately, in the melee, fisted" the ball through the goal. Away rushes the field to be ready for the ) kick-off. Hattock sends an evil look at the' new goalkeeper, his accuser, of which that ,gentleman takes no heed, but, with a mighty kiok, sends the ball hurtling into the centre of the fray. Thus, ding-dong goea the game, this w-ay a.nd that—Bob now kicking, smiting, breasting out shots, now flapping his arms to warm his nngera, cold after ten minutes' respite, while nis vis-a-vis is catching it hot. And thus half time comes with ho.nour-s -ea-y no goals. The interval was a trying time for Bob. He buried himself, washing end rubbing down, and managed to keep himself fairly II in the background. The eager questions of hi3 now comrades he answered in mono- syllables; but, as no one seemed to euspeot hi? identity, he became more at ease. The ends were changed, and so was the state of the game. Five minutes had not elaipsed ere Eastport had notched two goals. Not without a struggle, however, would CottODlpart yield, and Bob found the next miarter of an hour the warmest in. his experience; but, through it all, with every nerve on the -retch, and every sinew taut, came like a refrain from another life, For Cora's saka—for Cora's sake," and seemed to give him superhuman energy. so that he kept his fortress intact. To the other end fared the fight, and, Y)ot to be denied. Eastport returned again end again to the attack, relief only coming with the addition of a third goal. Most of the Cottonport men accepted the inevitable, while yet fighting gamely on, ttUt one maji there waj to whom Bob's success was gall and wormwood. This was Hattock, the cent.re. There was a gleam in his eyes, and a -tin-g in his charges, which told of viciousness, and when the ball come dropping insidiously towards Bob's goal, Hattock sprang upon him with all his weight, and felled him heavily, his head, striking the corner of the goal-peat. Blood etii-ea.med faith, and he was borne sense- less to the dressing-room. The room was cleared. The doctor administered restoratives, but his face was very grave. Bob opened his eyes and muttered: Cora-—Tom—it's cold—"Ugh! Klondikeb a cold country!" Then a gleam of intelligence come and a faint smile illuminated his pale features. The doctor bent over him once more, and this time his face put on a more hopeful look. With care I think he may pull1 through," said he; his coneititwtion will sa\e liiim." A'id so it did. Bob's magnificent physique kept death from scoring a goal at his expense. The Cottonport Cluh, to its lasting honour, not content with dis.mis.sing Hattock, paid £ 500 compensation. Bob maintained, as he was only a substitute, that this money rightly belonged to Tosn, end insisted upon his acceptance of it, threatening, if a word of PNYteSt were raised, to return forthwith to Klondike.

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