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“Are vou not oaware, madam, that every FHlarrow boy should be ready to shed his last drop of blood m the service of Tas school 27

“One of the most tragic deaths 1T cver heard of happened i this very ericket hicld)” the Head Master said, very quietly. A boy was umpiring. A ball was hit to short leg s he was unable to stop ity and it hit him behind the care There was just time to tike him off the ficld betore he died. Tt only wanted a fortmght to the mateh at Lord’s; and he was to have plaved i the cleven. The captain of the cleven sent the cricket cap he would have worn to the poor bov’s mother, and 1t was buried with him.”

Bemg left alone for a few minutes, T met VA the captaan of the school cleven — My, ML Y. / Barlow. He was sketehed at the telegraphie board. The heures stand for what he would

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like to sce at Lord's. Mr. B. N. Bosworth- smith, son ol the biographer of lord [awrenee, and the head bov ot the School, also stood to the artist, and a group of Harow boys willingly submitted. In this group s a Harrovian —a great favourite at the School—who should be pecubarly interesting to the readers of THE STRAND MAGAZINE. In the white lining of his straw hat is a

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