Quarter-Back Bates

Company, Warne, Mass.," and the other purported to have come from the "Stevens Machine Company." But the handwriting was suspiciously the same on each envelope. Upstairs, Dick handed the t

you any mon

. Then comprehension dawned. "

n't he? Well, he's paying his debt. But where he manages to get hold of all these bum pennies i

he can stand it I can. Funny, though, I didn't think of him. I thought yesterd

te a few lines, folded the paper many times and handed it back. "Just for fun, Dick,

pped the paper inside. "And that reminds me that I ran across another crazy idiot this afternoon. His name

e-vaulter. Then he tried the sprints and-well, I guess he's had a go at about everything. The only thing I ever heard of his doing half-way well

robably Third. He must be

. He's one of the kind who always knows what he's going to be asked

s the limit today. Had hold up the whole squad while he was being taught the simplest play there is. Then

Don't let him bother you. Let's go to s

wo small theatres in the village. Tonight, perhaps because of the heat, the stream that trickled across the campus to the head of School Street as soo

ave the right sort of pictures. Gee, they hav

m much, but I'm dead tired of Niagara Falls from an airplane and gathering rubber in Brazil-or wherever they do gather it-and all that trash." Blash

s and going to America and stumbling on a gold mine and going home again and swatting the villain and rescuing the heroine just as she

l at the Temple tonight," said Dick.

in it?" demanded Sid suspiciousl

ssured him sweetly. "Come on or we'll have

scurry down a darkened aisle and the eventual discovery of three seats together and one in the row behind. Blash volunteered for the single one and since it was directly behind the seat occupied by Dick the latter subsequently shared with Stanley the benefit of Blash's observations and criticisms. A news weekly was on the screen when they arrived, and Blash had little to say of the pictured events, but when Episode 17 of "The Face in the Moonlight" began he became most voluble. Stanley kept telling him to shut up, but Dick, who didn't fi

the house? Mr. Wallace Blashing

gure down front, retreated up the aisle like a shado

t, Blash?"

ee," counsel

e?" whispered Blash. He

t! Come back if you can. Ask the man

found it and pushed his way past a long line of feet, stepping on most of them. At the back of

d. "Hello! This

ton?" asked a faint voice from wh

ho is t

lace Bla

! Wh

kinson

What

please. Baltim

ow he saw the doorman watching him interestedly. Beside him the girl who sold tickets pretended deep absorption in a magazine and chewed her gum rhythmically, but Blash knew that she was findin

you, W

Who ar

s Uncle

ho

hn, in Ba

the wrong party, I gu

this Wa

't any Uncle John in Baltimore or anywhere else!" The ticket girl

ou very well. I've just had w

say Dick who!

t he says. I'll read it to you. 'Tell Blash--' He

n't w

n't bother to send the other--' Are

ng? What is-Look here,

stinctly.-'Not to bother to send

ook here! Who is Di

answered the

ough the door. He was aware that the ticket girl was giggling and that the doorman eyed him amusedly as he hurried into the theatre again and he wonde

spered to himself

ter much difficulty and crawled back to it over many leg

e?" said Stanley in

important?

lips close to Dick's ear, hissed threateningl

Stanley said: "Oh, boy!" and fell up against Dick. Again that queer choking sound, then a gurgle, followed by a muffled explosion of laughter from Dick, and Stan

as draped over a large brass rail, and Dick, midway, was regarding them from streaming eyes, one hand stretched vainly forth for support. The contagion of their laughter had involved doorman and ticket girl, while a small group of loiterers beyond were

ing much too congested for easy progress, and had hair-breadth escapes from cars and vehicles. To him the station came into sight like a haven of refuge, and there he was run

nted Blash. "Sa

gurgle

, you l

g from his prostrate form, Dick went off again into a paroxysm of laught

w minutes later when they were making their

zier," chu

e put a pebble under his tongue or something." Blash laughed

from the 'phone,

Then: "I suppose you two silly

o the telephone. Rusty went to the theatre first and found out what time the big picture was coming on. We

im. Where did he te

treet. He said he could watch

hen he laughed again. "Well, it was pretty c