The Camp Fire Girls at School

. Up until this year Washington High had never come within sight of the championship. Then this season something had happened to the Varsity team which had made it a power to be reckoned w

b" or practice team and an ardent devotee of the sport. During one of the early games of

other end of the gymnasium. The instructor, who was acting as referee, in her excitement mistook Sahwah for the substitute and called her out on the floor. Sahwah wondered but obeyed instantly and went into the game as forward. Then the spectators began to sit up and take notice. Sahwah had not been two minutes on the floor when she made a basket right between the arms of the tall guard. The ripple of surprise had hardly died away before sh

anicals, attended the games played by the Mechanicals whenever she could and studied their style of playing. "Star players, every one," was her deduction, "but weak on team work." Sahwah was not so dazzled by her own excellence as a player that she could not recognize greatness in a rival, and she readily admitted that one of the girls who guarded for the Mechanicals was the best guard she had ever seen. This was Marie Lan

in the Athletic Association, the heroine of every game. She was pointed out everywhere she went as "Marie Lanning, the basketball player." Now some of her glory was dimmed, for another star had risen, Sarah Ann Brewster, the whirlwind forward of the Washington High team, was threatening to overshadow her. It was a distinctly personal matter with her. Sahwah wanted to win that game so her school would have the championship; Marie wanted to win it for her own glory. She did not

was guarding her, Marie began to feel uneasy. It now seemed to her that Sahwah's powers had been underestimated in the reports instead of over-estimated. The game ended just as all the others had done, with a great score for Washington High and Sahwah the idol of the hour. Marie looked on

e game," said one of the losers, "the way

t what won the game," she said simply, "it was the fact that I had it to throw. It's all due to the girls who see that I get it. I

glitter. Sahwah was surrounded by a crowd of admiring friends at this time and there was no chance for further conversation, and she did not become aware of Marie's animosity. "We'll meet again,"

f your going d

otebook in by the First." A shout of laughter greeted this remark. The idea of Sa

l you're going to have to play against. What do you think of her?" In his hear

than I thought," said Mar

ously. "You've got to. I've staked my whole winte

in the habit of betting," sai

ody could hold out against that Brewster girl and I said I bet my cousin coul

t her," she said, but there was fear in her heart. "Oh, if sh

f the half year's work. She finished it a whole day ahead of time, and then, Sahwah-like, was so pleased with herself that she decided to celebrate the even

Winnebagos were there, and some of their brothers and cousins, and Dick Albright and Joe Lanning and several more boys from the class. Naturally much of the conversation turned on the coming game, and Sahwah was solemnly assured that she would forfeit their friendship

ou have a list of all the problems the class has done this year," said Dick Albright, looking through the notebook. "Do you mind if I

t as long as I get it in by that time. But don't forget it, whatever you do, unless you want to see me put out of the game."

take, Dick?" aske

run around the corner with this lady," he said, indic

ty far?" asked

ke the short cut through the railway tun

et the furniture straight before she went to bed. "Didn't yo

hy, the clock has stopped," she finished after a

phone operator," said her m

or to look up a new number for her to keep her off the line and then got out paper and pencil to take down the message as it went out. As she deciphered it she gasped in astonishment. She had expected a message something on this order: "Hello, Abraham-how are you?-Arlington says ten bells-How's the weather in your neck of the woods?" Instead the words were entirely different. She could not believe her eyes as she made them out. "Albright going through railway tunnel-hold him up-get notebook away-keep Brewster out of game." Her senses reeled as she understood the meaning of the message. That Joe was plotting against her when he pretended to be a friend cut her to the quick. For a moment her lip quivered; then her nature asserted itself. There was a thing to do and she must do it. Dick must be kept from going through the tunnel. Turning out the lights downstairs, she crept noiselessly out of the house, found her brother's bicycle on the porch and pedaled off after Dick. She knew exactly the way he woul

er she could see Dick walking briskly toward the fatal tunnel. Pedaling for dear life she caught up with him when he was still

it away from you. He's got Abraham Goldstein wa

ct was borne in on him. He was stupefied to think that Joe was a traitor to the school. "That'll fix his chances of getting into th

lost before she could hand it in, and then took the streetcar and rode home the roundabout way, arriving there in safety. Abraham waited ou

nwardly raging at the failure of his trick, which he attributed to Dick's changing his mind about walking home, never dreaming that Sahwah had intercepted his message and his treachery was known. Although his sympathies were with the Mechanicals he stood with the Washingtons and yell

-chan-i-can-can, Me-chan-

lf, she was sure. She smiled proudly and graciously in the direction whence the yell had proceeded. Quiet had hardly fallen on the crowd when

ming, we'

yers, ev

to win the

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not with the feeling that they were singing to her, but with pride because she belonged to a team which

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en was Sahw

one minute from the sending up of the ball. The Washington team machine was working splendidly. A deafening roar greeted the first score. Marie bit her lip angrily. She had vowed to keep Washington from scoring. But Sahwah had not watched Marie play for nothing. She saw that she put up a wonderful guard when confronting her girl, but she was not always quick in turning around. Sahwah's plan of action was to keep away from her as much as possible and to get hold of the ball when she was behind Marie's back and throw for the basket before Marie

d with the ball, Sahwah would measure Marie's height with her eye, locate the basket with a brief glance, stiffen her muscles for a jump, and then as Marie stood ready to beat down the ball, as

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uck out as if to send it flying to center, but instead of that, her hand, clenched, with a heavy ring on one finger, struck Sahwah full on the nose. It was purely accidental, as every one could see. Sahwah staggered back dizzily, seeing stars. Her nose bega

t flowed in a steady stream, heard the roar that followed the tying of the score and ground her teeth in misery. The Mechanicals were scoring steadily now. The first half ended 12 to 8 in their favor. But if Marie had expected to be the heroine of the game now that Sahwah was out of it she was disappointed. The girl who had taken Sahwah's place required no skilful guarding; she would

to the dressing room

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t of old, who, expiring on the battlefield, heard the voice of his lady love and recovered miraculousl

ng order again. Washington was jubilant; Carnegie Mechanics was equally confident now that it was in the lead. Sahwah played like a whirlwind. She shot the ball into the basket right throug

core when the s

ore when the sc

ster

, I

ore when the sc

owever, she tried to make a grandstand play and threw it the entire length of the gymnasium to the waiting forward. It fell short and there was a wild scramble to secure it. Washington got it. "One minute to play!" called the referee. A score must be made now by one side or the other or the game would end in a tie. The Washington guard located Sahwah. The Mechanicals closed in around her so that she could not get away by herself. Marie towered over her triumphantly. At last had come the chance to use her famous method of guarding. The crowd in the gallery leaned forward, tense and silent. The Mech

," called

or of Washington High,"

prolonged cheer; then the crowd surged across the floor and sur

ing the merry throng, left the building