One day he suddenly died. The following Saturday an important match was to be played. Other members of the team, who knew of the lad's affection for his blind father, took it for granted that their best bat would be absent. But, to their surprise, he strolled down in his flannels, and presented himself for play. And he batted that day as he had never done before. He snicked and cut and pulled and drove with magnificent audacity and judgment. His companions were bewildered. He rattled up a century in no time, and won the match with ease.
After the applause of the pavilion had died down, he turned to a comrade and asked, ‘How did I play?’
‘Never better; you outdid yourself. What did it all mean?’
‘Why, you see,’ said the young hero, ‘it was the first time my father ever saw me bat!’
F W Boreham, The Other Side of the Hill (London: Charles H Kelly, 1917), 195-196.
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