The New Boy at Hilltop

t all the fuss was about and looking more often toward a bench at the side of the hall than toward the struggling players. On the bench, one of several red-shirted players, sat Kennet

House had suffered, too, for across the floor Carl Jones was viewing the last of the contest from the inglorious vantag

e 11-Lower

rd, fast game, and had she made a decent per cent of her tries at goal would have been the winner at this moment. But Jim Marble had missed almost every goal from foul, and C

nd, with a shout to Knox, sped, dribbling, down the side line. But a red-shirted youth sprang in front

enneth, as Joe sprang to his fe

and missed by a bare six inches. A groan went up from the supporters of the Red, while Upper

l!" called

is heart in his throat, had a vague impression of Jim Marble bending across the rail in consultation with one of the Faculty. Then the ball rose gently from Knox's hands, arched in

Knox had failed! But neither Jim nor the left guard was going to try, it seemed. For over at t

g to throw! Gar

ed. "I asked the doc. Do your bes

y and the sudden stillness seemed appalling. He toed the black streak across the boards and measured the

oment of susp

ttered meshes of the netting swayed where it had struck them going through! It was the cl

ve perched him on their shoulders, caught a glimpse of

OVING

r earnestly, "but it isn't as thoug

es," replied Gerald Hutton disconso

ed' he can try again any time. If he's bl

in the old Lyceum, anyhow," s

d I'm going to bring your name up again just as soon

" asked Jerry dubio

hrop, and it's small, only thirty members, you know, while there are over seventy fellows in school this year. So of course th

one of the best," s

"It just means that you aren't very well

hool opened in September, and I know

hat I mean," replied Ned. "Yo

by 'proved mysel

ng to-to show what you are. I

down Academy Hall or chuck one of the Faculty

hing worth while, like getting a scholarship or making the Eleven or the Baseball Team. Then he's p

for two weeks trying to get on the Football Team, and I almost broke my

hopefully. "I guess if you do that ther

lch is captain," said Jerry with a shake

ghtfully. "The fact is, Jerry, it was Herb w

y. "I knew he'd keep me out if he could

rough and bossy, but he's straight, Jerry. He w

He's hated me ever since I interfered the time he was ducking young Gordon. Gordon co

heeky for a Sophomore

ou know,"

aze a Freshman, wasn't it?" Jerry demand

yourself," lau

n for me. I dare say that if I went and licked his boots he'd let me into the Lyceum and give me a fair show for the Nine, but I'm not goin

"Don't you bother. I'll get you elected before Class Day

you can't skate to-day. The ice

e mercury had lingered around fifty degrees. Along the nearest shore the ice still held, but in midstream and across by the Peterboro side the river, swollen by melting snow and ice, flowed in

o skate I'm going to make the most of it. I promised Tom Thurber and Herb Welch I'd meet them at four. I must

the heavy air. Jerry was disappointed. It meant a good deal to win election to the Lyceum, and, in spite of what he had told Ned, he had all along entertained a sneaking idea that he would make it, Welch or no Welch. He wondered whether Ned couldn't

n't want to offend Welch. Much he

pausing at the door.

nk I'll walk over to to

ket with a nod. Ned slammed the door behind him and went clattering downstairs. Jerry watched him emerge below, jump a miniature rivulet flowing be

d the water rushing under between the stone pillars. He had never seen the stream so high. The surface appeared scarcely eight feet beneath the floor of the bridge. Huge cakes of ice, broken loose upstream, went tearing by, grinding against each other and hurling themselves at the worn stones. And between the fr

rry decided to take the river path, for a glance at his shoes and stockings convinced him that it was no longer necessary to consider them; they were already as wet and muddy as it was possible for them to be. He felt rather more cheerful after his tramp, and told himself that if there was time he would run up to the room, leave his purchases,

e got into the river it woul

unt for the actions of the fellows. They were lined up along the edge of the ice in little groups. Then several of them turned and skated frantically toward the bank. Jerry's first thought now was that some one had fallen into the water, that the ic

of the fellows had ventured too far, the ice had broken away, and now he was being borne swiftly down the stream! Already the current had swept him away from all hope of assistance from his companions, for up there the channel ran close to the Peterboro shore. The fragment of ice to which he clung seemed to be fairly large, perhaps ten feet long by half that in width, but Jerry

ownstream somewhere, always supposing the cake of ice hung together and that he managed to retain his place on it. Jerry thought rapidly with fast-beating heart. Already the boy on the ice had covered half the distance to where Jerry stood, and the f

ught. But he ran on, sliding and tripping, his breath coming hard and his heart pounding agonizedly against his ribs. He was almost there now; only another hundred yards or so remained between him and the end of the bridge. He prayed for strength to keep on as he glanced again over his shoulder. The boy had

t still held together as it dipped and turned, glancing from the jutting points of the shore ice and grinding between its fellows in the ugly green t

that those in the van of the straggling line hurrying toward him along the river path were but a couple of hundred yards distant. The other was that his left shoulder was aching dul

e cried with

s heart sank, but once more he shouted, putting, as it s

and I'll

nt. With a gasp of surprise Jerry looked down into the horror-stricken eyes of Herbert Welch! T

y to his knees, the ice beneath him tilting perilously

hold!"

corner of the ice fragment struck against the left-hand pillar and he lost his balance. But in that brief moment Jerry's left hand had grasped one of Welch's wrists, and now the latter hung between bridge and water, swinging slowly and limply. Then Jerr

s would be here in just a second. He thought he heard cries, but the roar of the water beneath an

aid Welch quietly. "Yo

; there was a strange numbness from hand to shoulder. With a smothered groan he tried to tighten his clasp again. Then help came. Eager hands took

village. There were several figures about him, and one was Ned's. He smiled and trie

it will be all right in two or three weeks. We're going

aid Jerry drowsi

oice, "it's all right about the Lyceum. Herb says he's going to bring your na

LE, TH

n Jones, our best half, hurt his leg. Those were the principal troubles, but there were lots of smaller ones besides. Every team that came to Cambridge did something to us; if they didn't beat us they scored; if they didn't sc

m was ready to do his level best and lay down his life for the honor of the Crimson-a fact which we knew before, but which we applauded wildly. Then the trainer told us that every "mon on the tame" was in the best physical condition, something which we seriously doubted, but which we also applauded wildly. Then the head coach informed us that it was a great sight to see the college get together in this way and that if we stood loyally behind the team on Saturday

er-meeting-to-

" yelled t

ld have it. And presently we stood up and sang "Fai

d a while and did a little singing and cheering. But no one got on the platform to talk to us, and the band didn't show up. So about a quarter to nine we moseyed outside. But we were still full of enthusiasm, and we wanted to work it off. So we stood around, about eight hundred of us, and informed the

, yelled enthusiastically, turned the gas up high, and tumbled downstairs and into line. By a quarter past nine we h

d," said Bud

get one," an

s get part

he

answered Bud

led. "McTurkle! W

le with a green drop light casting a wan glow over his classic features. The table was piled high with all sorts of books, and you could just hear McT

rmed on the French horn. A French horn is an instrument which is wound up in a knot like a morning-glory vine, and the notes have such a hard time getting out that they get all balled up and confused and are never the same afterwards. I'm not musical, and don't pretend to be, but I'll bet a hat that the

gotiations in his hands. We did so, drawing up i

e have come to you on be

rder than ever and

e window-"out there our college-your col

ch were hanging over the back of his chair at the

k of our athletic young manhood does battle with the brawny horde of Yale. Defeat looms ominous above-upo

" murmure

ed them on his lean nose, and r

acknowledge defeat, si

trampled field of battl

firm and undismayed be

urkey-McTur

wide open and his near-sighted eyes fixed in fascination upon the speaker'

o-go-to-th

ard speaks! Her sons demand to be led to the scene of the conflict t

me to do?" stammered the daze

hem!" thun

d McTurkle. "Who?

le! You, with yo

want me t

your duty to that college, to your fellows, summons you.

s to hold his mouth open. He held it open no

don't know any of th

ou will, McTurkle, only play. Remember that the success of the team may depend upon you! That to-night it is

the knowledge that the whole university demanded his aid, his leadership, was too much for McTurkle.

aid, with majes

che

ag, settled his glasses upon his aquiline nose, turned up th

owed in

heered every one and everything, and now t

er's Field!"

McTurkle's long legs making us work hard to keep

he shouted.

len about us he swept hi

urk

" he cried,

they cheered.

he line, and the news traveled fast until from

? … Where is it? … W

Veritas'! … Strike

and! … A-a-a-a

glasses, his head held back inspiritingly and the folds of his plaid jacket waving in the November wind, placed t

a solo instrument slight. All I can say is that the person who said that doesn't know a French horn; anyway, he doesn't know McTurkle's French horn. Four octaves be blowed! McTurkle went fo

aunt, but impressive, marched at the head and informed us startlingly and with convincing emphasis that for Bonnie Annie Laurie he'd lay him down and dee. And we took up the refrain, and hurled it back to the gray November sky. Further along th

the Locker Building, and we marched on to Soldiers' Field to the inspiriting strains of a selection from "Traviata." McTurkle told me what they were afterwards; that's how I know. Around the gridiron we marched once, the band still clinging to "Traviata" and the fellows singing

did some more cheering, and when he called for "a regul

ss, so we would stop the cars for a while. We had some more cheering then

e conducted McTurkle gently but firmly up the steps, and when the crowd got a good

McTurkle, embarrassed but courageous, his v

men," h

o is he? … It's the band! … 'Ray

," promp

" repeate

ing ap

is-ah-this flattering evide

hurts you, old man

lking about?"

to his work. "And it has been a pleasure, a great pleasure, as well as

" yelled th

McTurkle, "a game to-morrow, a cont

nd deafeni

orts, yet I am heartily in sympathy with them. Physical exercise is, I am convinced, of g

amed fool!" whisp

victory will fall upon the shoulders o

wed with ge

name?" cried

e," answ

a-a

Tur

rkey!" demanded

" cried t

d to the

ows, for McTurkle!"

ah, rah! Rah, rah, rah! Rah, rah, rah

e went

d I've taken enough English to know that there ought to be some sort of a

nd had to go back to the room for it. McTurkle's door was ajar and thr

you know what time it

m his face and wiped the mouthpie

?" he

. You're going, of

beaming affably t

-covered table. "I shall be quite busy this afternoon, quite busy. But you hav

But, say, honest now, it was

UMPH OF

fternoon sunlight made golden shafts across the rows of empty seats. The windows were open, and with the

r dripping brows, the boys of Willard's School were playing the third and deciding game of baseball

." degree the preceding June at a Western university, and had e

osition. During the fall and early winter he waited with what philosophy he co

y at Willard's School had given him his

to haze new teachers. No exception was ma

lted nose and a fresh pink-and-white complexion. His hair was of an indeterminate shade between brown and sand-color, and it

yment, at least with apparent good humor. But Curly, a novice, thought he saw his authority endangered, his dig

ened before. The hazing died a violent death,

y him, but having momentarily adopted it, he had to continue it. He dared no

ess he could maintain discipline without such severity the faculty would be forced to the painful necessity of asking his resignation. His e

nts had been placed on probation. The fact that one of them, Rogers, was the best pitcher in school, and that the loss of his services would in all likelihood mean the defeat

at last. He looked at his watch. It was quarter past three. With a

o attempt at explanation or extenuation, but had thanked the faculty for their kindness and patience, regretted their disappointment, and begged t

atform. Footsteps sounded in the echoing corridor, and a flushed, perspir

o six in our favor. They've knocked Willings out of the box, sir, and we haven't anyone else. Apthorpe's cousi

't quite u

own until the fifth, and

ome more. If you could

d I could pi

ousin, sir; he's

w did h

knew you at

s his

, sir.

ed the books on the desk. "Run back and tell them I'l

m the playground. It w

" he begged. "It may be too late. They're batting like

d it into his pocket, put on his hat and stro

irst base, a striped awning warded off the sunlight from a little group of professors and their families. On the field the blue-stockinged players of Willard's were sca

d hand. Curly recognized Harris, and sprang down the steps to meet him. At college they

wasn't anyone in the faculty who could take Willings's place. Willings is used up, as you can see. Tom said there was no one unless "-Harris paused and grinned-"unless it was Curly. He didn't know whether you could play or not. Inquiries elicited the astounding fact that 'Curly' was none other than Newt Stone,

d a ball for two years, but I'll do what I can. I wish you'd come round

horpe, who was both captain a

face. "I don't think we fellows have much right to ask you to help us out

what the school had done for him that he should

hat I can,

ghtened his belt. Then he walked across the

st a ripple of clapping from the audience above, called for "three times three for Curl

ls to Apthorpe to get his hand in. Then the two met and agreed on a few

ore was eight to eight; there was one man out, a

wift, straight ball over the plate. Durham's players were eager for just that sort,

man on second had gone to third, and Durha

to imagine himself back at college, pitching for his class in the final championship game.

g a passed ball by a brilliant stop of Apthorpe's; t

llows!" shout

elves hoarse. But Curly was not to be rattled in that way; and besides, the sti

Then came a ball. Then another strike. Then the batter swu

out!" calle

d his associates forgot their dignity for an instant, and added their shouts to

over the bench and talked with him about the incidents of old college games. And the boys ne

o watch, the first of the seventh would make tame history. Not a Durha

and the outshoots and incurves and drops which he sent with vary

ut a fly where the Durham right fielder could not reach it, and so got to first

uliar custom of recruiting baseball and football players from the faculty originated at Willard's a

students. On the other hand, Mansfield had been playing with Durham all spring, and to his excel

he came to bat, he made a three-base hit. The little knot of Durh

nd failed to hit, and then gave his attention to Mansfield on third. Curly watched h

pitcher; Curly dropped it, recovered

the base. He retired in chagrin, while Willard's cheered ec

leisurely hit and was

idity wore away, and the boys gave voice to their enthusiasm. They wished they had known he

the letter in his

a player on third. The ninth inning began with the score still eight to eight. The

s were gray and scuffed; his curly locks were damp and clung to his forehead; but his blue eyes were brig

rom the bench, rendered

tered. "It's the little chaps,

Science was necessary, and science Curly had. He had not forgotten the old kna

be the last chance to score. The first man struck out as ingloriously as his predecessors; bu

, and her cheers rose once more. Then fate thre

st, the player ahead going to second. But Curly caught the runner on first napping,

alled the scorer.

it, sir," said A

shioned home runs, N

ing the bat back of his shoulder in a way that su

r. Stone." He made no offer at the first bal

eld was almost quiet. Then bat and ball met wi

e, and made for second. The center fielder had

er his slide, the umpire dropped his hand. Curly was safe. From

The next attempted a sacrifice, and not only wen

himself, starting like a shot with the pitcher's

th like a shuttle with every motion of the pitcher's arm. With two balls in hi

appeared to unnerve him. He struck aga

l, and drove it swift and

sed to go on or to scuttle back, and saw the pitcher attempt the ca

worked his arms like pistons and his legs l

s, commands, entreaties, confused, meaningless. Ten feet from the plate he launched

heard the thud of the ball against the catcher's glo

plate!" cri

the earth. On the bench the scorer made big, trembling dots on the page.

ed his bedraggled clothes, and

the back. As he went to the bench he heard an excited and pers

d banners of Durham departed, flaun

was a soiled and battered ball, which on the morrow would be inscribed with the

pper was over. Curly held a sealed and addressed letter

nder the circumstances-you-you

th decision. He tore the letter across, a

d in the successful two years of teaching since then

A

e end of the field putting the shot. Fosgill, who was scratch man that year, had just done an even forty feet and the shot had trickled away toward the cinder pa

gill; "that's pretty h

uperb reply; "th

inned around at us in a companio

r name?" as

at

sy w

ur

ld are

eve

renchman, a

aw

nimus pretended

, aren't you, Pa

aw

are yo

swered Patsy

mbled forth, lifted the metal ball from the ground with two dirty little hands, snuggled it against the front

ss in a dark corner of the cage, oppressed with the sins and sorrows of a hundred centuries. And yet it mustn't be supposed that Patsy was either a pessimist or a misanthrope. Patsy's gray Irish eye could sparkle merrily and his thin lit

re, he speedily began calling Fosgill "Bull," but I don't think he meant the slightest disrespect; everyone called the big fellow "Bull," and it is quite possible that Patsy believed it to be a title of honor. He

night,

would answ

night,

y would

e teamster. Patsy wasn't sure that he had ever had a mother, but he was absolutely certain about his father. He still had vivid recollections of the night they broke down the door and put the handcuffs on father after father had laid out the lieutenant with a chair. Patsy didn't know just what father had done, but he had an idea it was somethin

We were strong on the sprints and distances, fair at the jumps and hurdles, and rather weak at the weights. We had a good man in Fosgill at the shot put, but that's about all. Along in May we had it dope

anager was holding the tape for us, and it occurred to him to pick up the shot and toss it back. But he did it only onc

' this,"

other youngsters for miles around were gluing their faces to the iron fence watching the baseball games, Patsy's allegiance never faltered. He was somewhere around Fosgill, regarding that

to go into busin

oing to do?" as

plied Patsy easily. "I'm g

said Billy. "What c

gerly while Patsy's countenance took

loquent monosyllable consigned all other co

a long time, Patsy," said I, "i

but I guess I can do it.

acknowledge th

a shot putter, either,"

on and we were feeling pretty hopeful and good-natured af

that little cuss does get in

d, is Patsy, and he deserves something better than

ll have our hands full. And what's

have a talk with Brother Brian about it. But

h we wouldn't have done

hletics," said I, "but if we keep him off the str

s to finish grammar school, go to Latin school, and then to Harvard. And there were to be funds where they'd do good. Yes, we had

t in anything except the quarter, the high hurdles, the hammer throw and the broad jump. And we had eno

we took in seconds and thirds where we hadn't expected them. But the final result was just about what we had figured it, and along toward five o'clock the meet depended on the out

was there, and he worked like a Trojan. You could see, though, that it went against the grain with him to fetch for our opponents; Patsy had a good deal of the primeval left in him. And it's

rt and I were fighting along for third place, doing around thirty-eight, six. It was pretty close

sent the shot away at a tangent. Fosgill had turned his head to speak to the measurer and never saw his danger. Tanner let out a shout of warning, and others echoed

l, we did all we could; put him in a carriage at the gate and rushed him to the hospital. He was still breathing, but the doctor said he never knew anything after the shot struck him-not until evening. Well, we were all frightfully cut up, and Tanner s

third place at that. Neither Fosgill nor Tanner equaled his first records and the event went to Bull at the ridiculous figures of forty-one, ten and a half. We got

gill got the doctor to promise to call him up on the 'phone if Patsy showed any signs of consciousness. And he left orders that everything possible was to be done. Tanner had begged us to look after the kid and let him pay

atsy. He was a pathetic-looking little wisp as he lay there with the bedclothes lifted away from his body, but he smiled

ll!" whisp

answered Fosgill

ou-bea

, Pa

m so." He glanced at me: "Di

y looked at me wi

you," he

hurt much, Pats

not m

e'll have you o

y gr

ed. "You can't-fool m

omething and Patsy

"do you-think I-had a

you did,

d happily. "I guess-may be-I

sgill, "and there isn't a thing I can d

-to me; so's the-others." He closed his eyes wearily for a moment. Then, "Do yo

he making of a great shot putter, Patsy. You

kiddin'-m

e it to the others. I

with a smile of ineffable content on his littl

approach to his old air of self-importance, "

d Fosgill. "We've got you to t

smiled

said very softly. H

the moments crept by, but

RST AS

inscription on the director

y Editor an

ter of introduction from his pocket, and-again retrea

by thousands of human beings, seems preposterous. And yet when the few coins yet remaining in his pocket were gone he would be absolutely at the end of his resources; unless-unless fortune favored him in the next few minutes. He had tried every newspaper office in the city with disheartening

, jammed his cap resolutely onto his head

," he announ

rest of these Tom applied. He was not much over Tom's age and was busily engaged in cutting a newspaper into shreds with a pair of

ed; the fellow

ed him an

lack briar pipe. He was apparently about thirty-five years of age, had a fierce and bristling mustache, and rush

el

avage as the man's appearance,

inkles and his eyes glared threateningly from behind his g

. He read the short mess

ewspaper wor

r," Tom

o you want t

ke a l

"thought perhaps you wan

lege graduat

a year and a half, si

r's face

y throw

my father died very suddenly

ou." Tom tried to detect a smile somewhere on the frowning face; th

s,

't plumb sure he could start right in on fifteen minutes' no

eporting- after a day or two. I'm ignorant as to the exact du

and make him tell you what he wouldn't have printed for a year's salary? Can you do that?" Tom

be done by other fe

til they have learned somewhere else, then we offer them a better salary; those are our methods. You go to work on the Despatch

"Good day, sir," he muttered. There was a lump in his throat and his hand, seeking refuge in

oduction that ought to have a little weight, and-and even if it hasn't, it entitles me to common courtesy from you. I'm no

answer and there could be no benefit gained from prolonging the

day of my life; young chaps who don't know what a newspaper's run for; who don't care, either. They think reporting or editing is a nice easy way to make a living, and so they come here expecting to fall into a position.

card from a drawer, s

's conference; find out whether they agreed on a nominee. You read the papers? Then you'll know what we're after. Now there's your chance,

chance is, sir, and I'll t

he last edition goes to press a

apers and was writing as though his very life depended upon it. When he

affably as he caught sight of the inscription on the card wh

om in dismay. "W

k. Went to the de

ght Tom, the whole undertaking was the merest forlorn hope; not even the fighting chance that the city editor of the World had called it. For supposing that he found Sen

oderate views on the subject of currency reform; the West and the greater portion of the South stood unanimous for a politician whose success in the coming battle would presage the most radical of measures. Final disagreement between the Democrats of East and West meant certain victory for the Republican Party. And to-day all the country was asking: Have the leaders agreed on a nominee; if so, which one? Sen

rack was already crawling from the shed. There was no time for inquiries. He ran for it and

ator was a big man dressed in a black frock coat, a black string tie and a tall silk hat. But there was no one in sight attired in such fashion and Tom paused at a loss. Perhaps it was chance that led him halfway down the ai

gust," was the u

de a small valise on the opposite seat and took

he asked l

so I took the liberty of following you to the train." Tom thought that sounded prett

ed the sena

hat decision was reached at las

t least two dozen reporters and correspondents to-day. The results of last night's conference will be made public b

" beg

e; I will say nothing

s to when the proper time wil

r. Perhaps to-morrow; perh

ing to New

to my home in

y accompanying you on the same train?"

e made to the Associated Press and, unless

s assigned to get the res

do it-that i

aveling on the same train with me, just as

u. I am sorry that

at?" asked

ave trouble

that has expressed such a feeling

eporter only half an hour. In fact I

or, turning his magazine face

the city editor of the Evening World, and of the forlorn hope upon which he was entered. And when

ir. He knew that every reporter had failed and he must have known that you would fail

itated

d, anyhow, I knew what I was doing,

ou had no ide

nswered Tom hesitatingly

oment while the express sped on through the afternoon sunli

re in the end even if you miss it this time. I'm very sorry that I am obliged to be the

ts, pl

om's countenance as he lo

aven't

o you wa

t out all his money; less than two dollars.

I go for th

'll arrange this; come around again later, will you?" The conductor went on. To

llowing me ho

otten," sta

fered to give it to you; you may repay it some day." He pressed a bill into the boy's hand. "At Blankville Junction you can get a train back before long, I guess.

little box of a station. Then it started on again and a train man ap

st in this ca

youth on the opposite seat, read the contents hurriedly. Then he glanced queerly a

from my secretary in Washington." He pressed the electric button between the windows and waited impatiently for the porter. Tom w

M. August, "On tra

W's candidacy in Middle West and have published report that we have agreed on compromise candidate. If report goes undenied many votes will be lost, especially

lli

ak. The senator handed a message to the porter. "Get that off as soon as we reach Baltimore and bring me a

es. Write what I dictate to you as fast as y

he began to speak, rapidly but distinctly, and Tom's pencil f

re was no hesitancy now; he pushed open the little gate and hurried toward the city editor, who had already

he asked

ed a little package

aused and lifted a tube to his mouth. "Brown? Say, Joe, get a plate ready for an extra in a hurry; about half a column of st

d you g

New York

stat

ain at Blankvi

ee strokes the length of each sheet, wrote a very long and star

And as the boy sped off

" he asked, frown

Tom's heart, and he told the story briefly, while his hear

u certain he said he'd not give out the s

mething almost resembling pleasure

e biggest beat of the year, by George!" For a moment the glasses and

not been for a long delay just outside the city, he would have reached the office in time for the regular edition. And when he had finished he waited for a word of commendation. B

iled after all! Surely he was not being turned away?

d by eight I mean eight, and not ten minutes past. I can't hav

shook the building from top to bottom told him that the pres

RTON'

p against the blue November sky, had been carried in short, desperate plunges or brilliant runs to and fro over the trampled white lines of Yale Field; for an hour and a half twenty-five thousand persons had watched the varying

to a youth of his enthusiasm a tie was virtually a defeat for the Blue; and a defeat for the Blue was something tragic, inconceivable! Pemberton was a sandy-haired, blue-eyed, round-faced chap of eighteen; in height, five feet nine; in

to play for five short, mad minutes against Andover. This fall he had distinguished himself on the Freshmen Eleven, and the game with the Harvard youngsters, if it hadn't resulted in a victory for Yale, had, at least, made the reputation of Pemberton, left half back. In that somewhat one-sided contest he had shown such dash and pluck, had eeled himself

nd and wait," he was willing to accept as true; but that wasn't the kind of serving he hanker

ton was hammering at right guard for short gains, edging nearer and nearer the goal, and thousands of eyes fixed themselves expectantly on Princeton's left half back, dreading or hopin

e doesn't try it now,"

rton'

t from the forty-yard

ber

uld kick a goal from the other end of the field. Nothing doing,

r at his knuckles. Princeton was playing desperately, fighting for the twenty-yard line. A play that looked like a tandem at right guard resolved itself into a plunge at left tackle and gave them their distance. The Yale stands held staring, troubled faces. The Princeton stands

r!" muttere

odded sympa

Old Nassau sco

little Princeton quarter back's signals quite plainly. Then, after a moment of breathless delay, the ball sped back, was caught breast high by the left half, was dropped on the instant and shot forward from his foot, and went rising toward the goal. The Yale

w and black; flags were gyrating crazily; the space between seats and barrier was filled with a leaping, howling mass of humanity, and all the

o score?" he as

tretching out his long

left, I guess," he answered. "We'

they would. Life seem

r Uncle Tom gets a whack at Old Nassau-maybe." He sat up and watched the head

with the ball once more in possession, started to wake things up. Past the forty yards again she went, throwing tackles and full back at every point in the Tiger's line for short gains, and showing no preference. But, all said, it was slow work and unpromising with the score board announcing five minutes to play. The Yale supporters, however, found cause for rejoicing, and cheered gloriously until there was a fumble and the Blue lost four yards on the recovery. Time was called and

e out. And-er-Pemberton, here's a pret

height of six feet when he delivered his message. Pemberton repeated it. Haker shoved him aside, mumbling impatient words through swollen lips.

right

d if they'd only give him the ball! He had run a mile in 4:34 1-5! Suddenly the whistle blew and the players staggered to their places. It was second down now, with nine yards to gain. The tandem formed on the left, and Pemberton ranged himself behind the big tackle disapprovingly. Wher

ight half fell back about six yards to a position behind quarter. It might mean a kick or a tandem, or a run around left end; Princeton's right half hesitated and edged back toward his line. Pemberton, puzzled, awaited the signal. Of course the ball was his, but wh

risk. As planned it was this: at the snapping of the ball the head of the tandem, the tackle, was to plunge straight through the line between tackle and guard as though leading a direct attack at that point; full back and left half were to turn sharply to the left before reaching the line and clear out a hole between end and tackle; right half

line, ready for the toss to the right half, who was on his toes, waiting to dash across to where the hole was being torn open for him. And then something went wrong! A figure sped a

e was to be practically unprovided with interference did not bother him; if he had had time to consider the matter he would probably have decided that they knew his ability and were not going to insult him by offering assistance. Bu

could start like a shot from a rifle. That he got clean away before the opponents had found the location of the ball was partly due to this fact and partly to the fact that Yale's backs were messing around in a peculiarly aimless manner which, to t

of his feet on the trampled turf. Pemberton was enjoying himself immensely, and was grateful in a patronizing way for the coach's confidence in him. Then the quarter back engaged his attention. He glanced back. The foremost of the pursuers-for now the whole field was racing after him-was still a good ten yards behind. Pemberton was relieved. The twenty-yard line, dim and scattered, passed under his feet, and the Princeton quarter was in his path, white and determined, with fingers curved like talons in anticipation of his prey. Pemberton increased his speed by just that little that is always possible, feinted to the left, dug his

ty race, but agonizing to the friends of Yale and Princeton alike. At the ten-yard line the flying Yale man was a ya

o, three, four, and still the line was three yards away. And now the tackler's arms had slipped down about his knees, holding them together as though with a vise. For an instant Pemberton fought on-a foot, half a foot-then further progress was impossible and he crashed over on his face, midway between the goal posts

f the goal line, but this time above the cross bar; and wherever one or more Yale men were gathered together there

ead coach to shake him by the hand, and strove to bear his honors becomingly. Congratulatio

at Princeton chap to get near me. But the fact is"-he addressed the head coach

EVENT

est with you," said dad.

you to succee

ed the chap in t

een you. The last tutor came to me every day with the story of his troubles. I paid him to keep them to himself; I don't want to hear them. I simply hand the boy over to you and say: 'Here he is; make a gentlem

face; but I couldn't; just his f

ment. If you have failed I shall have no further need of you. In the meanwhile, until then, you're a member of

t, though; it sounded so kind of certain. All the oth

of honor, Mr. Twigg-you said Twigg?-I'll mention that for the last few minutes he has be

sure he hadn't known I was there until I kicked the door after the chap said "yes" like that. The cha

. John Twigg, your n

and so I shook with him. He shook different from the others; sort of as

he said. "Hope we'l

said I; "but I do

I don't expect you to act like a gentleman

a cad!" I

oors to things you're not expected to hear?

" I shouted. "L

nt I thought he was going to jump for me; he never has, no matter how mad he gets. Then

Nice, sweet-tempered, clean-tongued

. I stared back at him defiantly. "Have a look," I jeered. He raised a finger and scratched the side of his nose without taking his eyes off me, ju

mind I'll walk back to the sta

he cart around. Or you can write your

like the walk." He turned

nned

t to go along,"

t seem t

eon is

lock," s

t five feet eight inches, and was broad across the shoulders. He had a good walk. I slouched when I walked. After he was out of sight I rather wished I'd

ered around to see what I could find. The diary was in his table drawer. It was awful dull rot until

ne

won't lack interest. Can't flatter myself that I've made much headway. R. is like a rhinoceros. Can't find a vulnerable spot anywhere. He seems morally calloused. I

eaning by saying that R. is his father in an uncultivated state. Mr. D. ascribes the boy's faults to the other side of the house; he is convinced that the ungovernable temper and lack of moral sense are unfortunate inheritances from the late Mrs. D. Probably this is true in a measure. R. was the only child. The mother died at his birth. Mr. D, returned to this country when R. was f

shoots and fishes. Mentally he is decidedly above normal, but quite untrained. Hates study. Would grade about third

it up, and I wanted to see what else he'd write. So I put it back in the drawer. I was sure I'd hav

igg. "You haven't stu

ick," I

hink of beginn

g to begi

d down the Latin book and yawned.

got to study all

ind of

said. You heard

staken. Well, we'll try this again

ink

? German ditt

udied at all,

to-morrow, don't we? Is there

ut," I

was," he answered. "It's an out-

el fishing here as there is anywhere in the Sta

rs if you know where to look for them.

ut the window and drummed on

you know it all, don't

ou where yo

rt of fishing is; sit on a bank or stand up to your waist in water

mped

than you do," I cried angrily. "You

, isn't it

r where

n extr

split bamboo-if you

y you another. Fish from the bank

s. Go

them on. Take those boo

time for studyi

hen, eithe

s keep the shop looking ship-shape. By the wa

l Annie to put some up. I'll meet

'll be there.

?" s

orgotten

et 'em

e sat down at

going fishi

re here I feel that we ought to stay at home and study. I dar

sulkily. "Only you can't

s. I looked at him out of the corners of

a moment. "How many lines

umped up and grabbed the books. "You ma

nd slammed the door as

g. We had dinner at the inn, and when I got back it was nearly three o'clock. Tommy, the stable boy, told me as I rode in that Twigg had left word he wanted to see me when I got back. Well, I didn

bit late with lessons, Raymond, so I thought we might have th

know 'em,

ts off we'll go over them together. Here, hold them up. There's no use

n't know just what to say or do. Afterwards I threw myself onto the be

lessons are going o

I like,

d I can't

u can lump it." But just the s

but take out that reeking briar pipe of his, ram it full of nasty strong tobacco and begin to smoke! "One t

arned business,

d. Gee! how that old pipe smelled! I laid on the bed and watched him blowing big gray clouds

?" he

'm not

on reading. After a bit I crawled off the bed. My head felt funny, and I w

begin?"

ou do," I growled. "

ocked the door and put the key in h

not going to study. You can keep me here al

over those lessons if it takes to-night and to-morrow and the rest of the week. When you'

to sleep, but I couldn't. I could have killed Twigg; but there wasn't an

sn't it? Somehow I never

a boy. You've rea

I mut

ke

es

our favor

Froissart,

d one. Ever read '

ho's i

n; know h

ower of London'

e 'Kidnapped' and 'The

a lot of oth

. "I'd like to read t

t for you,

want it I can get i

tain

ighted the gas and filled his pipe again. It made

that smelly thing

it was I who objected to smoking in the first place." He put his pip

Dale that Raymond and I are going to do some st

ou tell my father he's locked me in, and won'

It sounded as thou

lk on the sideboard, Annie; enough for two," said T

, sir," sh

on't you?" I sobbed. "I'll-I'l

ld tobacco smoke made me feel funny. You'd hav

ly! If I was bigger I'd smas

my boy

boy! I hate

his watch. "It's now a quarter after seven. If we're not thr

eath. I'm-I'm not hungry. I had dinn

e Golden?"

s. If he was here I'd

er my head so he wouldn't hear me crying. Then, after a long while I got up and went to the table and took up a book. He didn't pay any atten

"all ready? Suppose we

d would live to be hung. Then he'd go off to his room and let me alone. Browning, the chap before old Gab, used to get jolly mad and throw books at me, and swear to beat the band. I used to swear back and call him Sissy. He was a Sissy; he was about nineteen and didn't ha

I guess that's where he got his big shoulders and muscles. You ought to see his muscles. We went in swimming one day and I saw them. I'll bet he was the strongest chap up our way. After

pensity and one or two lesser faults I could like the boy immensely. I have hopes, however, that when he realizes how contemptible and petty these things are he will cease doing them.

how h

*

could hit them right well. He said I did bully and if I liked I could help him lay out a nine-hole course the next afternoon and we'd have some games. So we did. We paced off the distances between the holes and put up sticks with bits of white cloth on them. The housekeepe

y Bunker-and couldn't get out, and said "darn." And Tw

ymond," he said. "We'll wait u

ound and read. We had lessons before breakfast sometimes while it was nice and cool on the veranda; and in the forenoon we went swimming. One day he asked if I wanted him to read to me. I said he could if he liked. I wanted him

away about the middle of the m

Twigg, "where

said. He was on the por

longside

minute, and I'll go

like to stand

ing and vaulted over onto the drive, and I sa

I said. "I'

use he was so cranky; always trying to keep me at home. It was Sunday morning, and kind of cloudy and sultry. When I got to the road I turned Nell to the right before I remembered that I'd be in sight of the house for a quarter

ard the house and what did I see but Twigg on Sultan trying to head me off by riding across the meadow. Ju

. "If it's a race you're afte

le didn't last long, I tell you. When I got to the Fork I switched off to the left toward Harrisbridge; it was dusty, and I was pretty sure Twigg wouldn't know which way I'd gone. The road wound sharp to the left and I'd be out of sight before Twigg reached the Fork. Two or three minutes later I pulled up a bit and listened. I couldn't hear a sound. I chuckled and let Nell come down to a trot, thinking, of course, Twigg had kept the right-hand road and was humping it away toward Evan's Mills. Then I got to thinking about it and somehow I kind of wished I h

smiling, "you gav

could beat that beast

e trying to give me the slip, but I knew you'd said

," I

isbridge road, is

to lots o

ridge am

es

ht call on that friend of yours;

lden," I

suppose he'd

like swell

a sw

you

wouldn't

N

hy

wouldn't; that's why.

isbridge some ot

ountry road. Nell was puffing hard and Sultan was in

n to-morrow, Raymond

uld let me go to the city m

run out to college in the afternoon to get so

ok my

e said. "I suppose you'll go

to one as another,

he answered, kind of gravely. "I think it's

there," I said, flicking

get my Ph. D. next year. Then I want to go to Germany for a yea

a

et for your tutorin

n-then you're comi

y'll ha

ey won't

I di

if I liked we'd have a go at golf. So we did. I beat him one up and two to play. I thought at first he was just letting me wi

nd so, if you'd like me to, I'll leave them here. I dare say you could get some fun o

d. "I-I didn't know

month in which to see what I could do. If by the end of that time I had managed

e big maple tree on the lawn. I had an iro

that I could go to Mr. Dale and tell him that I had won. But I can't. I haven

better than the o

omething, isn't it? No man likes to ackno

he putter for a m

let you stay, don't

ut I wouldn

to go away, all r

mplish something; if I thought that you wanted me to stay, knowing that it meant hard study-much harder than any yo

oved the earth back into the hole in the

study-much," I

en hard yet,"

g what you tell me to.

rowning, an

led on the cur

ed a ne

d Nate Golden," he said, after a bi

ped di

rettes; pipes

I mut

; there'd be a fi

dn't care

ur

t me through the smoke. I tried to grin back, but my f

t stay here,

WITH TH

it was broiling hot. Roy had left the town two miles behind, and three more miles stretched between him and home.

ields the little mounds before the prairie dog holes were untenanted; the silver poplars, weather wise, were displaying the under sides of their gleaming leaves; the birds were silent; and the still, oppressive air was charged with electricity. But, most unmistakable sign

what, at this distance, appeared to be a water course. Such, in a way, it was. But Roy had never seen more water in it than he could have jumped across. It was a narrow arroyo or gully, varying in width from twelve to twenty feet, and averaging fifteen feet in depth. It ran almost due north and south for a distance of five miles, through a bare, level prairie tenanted only by roving cattle and horses-if one e

eradoes, again as a mighty hunter searching the sandy floor for the tracks of bears and mountain lions. He had found strange things in the arroyo-rose-quartz arrow heads, notched like saws; an old, rusted Colt's revolver, bearing the date 1858, and a picture of the holding up of a stagecoach engraved around the c

ter that Roy was heading his horse. He thought with pleasure of the comparative comfort awaiting him in the shaded depths. Brushing the perspiration out of his eyes, he glanced northward. Even as he looked the summits of the peaks were blurred from sight by

d wet before we get home," m

over the sandy bed. On both sides the walls of adobe and yellow clay rose as straight as though of masonry. Along the brink grew stunted bushes of greasewood and of sage. Here and there the tap root of a greasewood was half exposed for

shadow. The air grew strangely quiet; even the lizards no longer moved. Roy gazed straight upward into the slowly rolling depths of a dark cloud, and heartily wished himself at home. He had seen many a storm; but the one that was approaching now made him almost afraid. The little twigs of greasewood shivered and bent, and a cool breath fanned his

shapes, like pillars and columns that came from a dim nowhere and rushed past him into the gray void behind. He was drenched ere he could have turned in his saddle; his eyes were filled with rain, it ran dripping from his soaking hat brim and coursed down his arms and chest and back. For a moment even Scamp, experienced cow pony that he was, plunged and snorted loud

nd so Roy slowed him down to a trot. He could not, he told himself grimly, get one speck wetter. There was little use in hurrying. With sudden recollection of his bundles, Roy glanced back. O

p the gully, through the driving mist of rain, tried to account for the animal's fright. Was it a bear? he wondered. He knew that there were some in the foothills, and it was quite possible that one had taken shelter here in the arroyo. Then, as he looked, a roaring sound, whic

ed. There had been a cloud-burst on the mesa or among the foothills, and all the little gullies had emptied their water into the mouth of the arroyo. He knew

athered courage to glance back over his shoulder. His heart sank-only a yard or two behind them rushed the foam-topped wave. Here and there the sides of the arroyo melted in the flood and toppled downward, yards at a time, sending the yellow water high in air, but making no sound above its roaring. Behind the first wave, perhaps a half hundred feet to the rear, came a second, sho

d look after the hives. He wondered, too, if they would ever find his body-and Scamp's! The thought that poor, gallant old Scamp must die too struck him as the hardest thing of all. He loved Scamp as he loved none else save father and mother; they had had the

elt better, somehow, and when the second wave caught them, almost bearing Scamp from his sturdy feet, he looked calmly about him, searching the uncertain shadows which he knew were the walls of the chasm. He had made up his mind to give Scamp a chance for life. He tossed asi

of his body to and fro like a straw. The muddy water splashed into his face, blinding, choking him. But the object within his grasp remained firm. For a moment he swung there, gasping, with closed eyes. Then he blinked the water from his lids and looked. His left hand was clutching the thick tap root of a greasewood. In an instant he seized it with his other hand as well, and looked about him. Scamp was no longer in sight. The wa

he found that he had command of his legs and could dig his feet into the unstable clay. Then, inch by inch, scarce daring to hope, he pulled himself up, up until he was free of the

t held. At last, hours and hours it seemed since he had first begun his journey, his hand clutched the edge of the bank, but the earth came away in wet handfuls at every clutch. At length his fingers encountere

t, he rushed away from the arroyo just as the bank, for yards behind him, disappeared. After that he stru

. They put him into the wagon of the nearest rancher and jolted him home, his head in his father's lap and

ermelon preserve and citron cake, he was supremely contented, if somewhat tired and sobered. His father continued, his rugged face working as he recalled the anxiety of the day: "I can't see how that broncho ever got

GE SANT

furnishings, shook the melting snowflakes from his cap and tossed it atop the coat, half kicked, half shove

ed person in the length and breadth of New England. Satherwaite was not used to being depressed, and boredom was a state usually far remote from his experience; consequen

THERW

Hall, C

coming. Aunt L

Chri

H

"Looks like it, doesn't it? Confound Phil's Aunt Louise, anyway! What business has she getting sick at

of which one could see into three states and overlook a wonderful expanse of wooded hill and sloping meadow; a house which held, besides Phil, and Phil's father and mother and Aunt Louise and a younger brothe

ich, Satherwaite acknowledged, were quite justifiable. His bags stood beside the door. He had spent the early afternoon very pleasurably in packing them, c

brass tongs and shovel clattering on t

ow to a restaurant in the square, and had dined miserably on lukewarm turkey and lumpy mashed potatoes. And now it was nearly eight, and he did not even care to smoke. His one chance of reaching his own home that night had passed, and there was nothing for it but to get through the interminable evening so

and geese. Belated shoppers passed out, their arms piled high with bundles. A car swept by, its drone muffled by the snow. The spirit of Christmas was in the very air. Satherwaite's depression increased and, of a sudden, inaction became intolerable. He would go and see somebody, anybody, and make them talk to him; but, when he had his c

untidy beggar! He would fix things up a bit. If he did it carefully and methodically, no doubt he could consume a good hour and a half

k like Phil's. The mystery was solved when he opened it and read, "H.G. Doyle-College House," on the fly leaf. He remembered then. He had borrowed it from Doyle almost a week before, at a lecture. He had copied some of the notes, and had forgotten to return the bo

ent; Phil would keep; and so would Phil's sister, at least until Easter; or, better yet, he would get Phil to take him home with him over Sunday some time. He was passing the shops now, and stopped before a jeweler's window, his eye caught by a rather jolly

you?" he requested. "I

entlemanly fellow, whether their paths run parallel or cross only at rare intervals. He and Doyle were not at all in the same coterie, Satherwaite's friends were the richest, and sometimes the laziest, men in college; Doyle's were-well, presumably men who, like himself, had only enough money to scr

mistake. From within came the sounds of very unstudious revelry, laughter, a snatch of song, voices raised in good-natured argument. Sat

heir pipes held questioningly away from their mouths and their eyes fixed wonderingly, half resentfully, upon the intruder. But what caught and held Satherwaite's gaze was a tiny Christmas tree, scarcely three feet high, whi

you, Sath

The laughter and talk had subsided. Doyle's guests politely removed their gaze from the newcomer, and returned their pipes to their lips. But the newcomer was intruding, and kne

o forget it. I'm awfully sorry, you know; it was so very

didn't matter, not a

aite si

tell the man next to him, in a stage aside, that this was "Satherwaite, '02, a

. He blushed while he explained, and wondered whether Satherwaite thought them a lot of idiots, o

ve toward introducing his friends to Satherwaite, and, to relieve the momentary silence that followed, observed that he supposed it was getting colder. Sather

forcibly. And, more than all, he was possessed of a desire to vindicate himself to this circle of narrow-minded critics. Great Scott! just because he had some money and went with so

an't be intruding

his coat. A shiver of consternation passed th

h doing. Few friends, Quiet ev

chool; Kranch and Smith, both members of Satherwaite's class, completed the party. Satherwaite shook hands with those within reach, and looked for a chair. Instantly everyone was on his feet; there was a confused chorus of "Take this, won't you?" Satherwaite accepted a straight-backed c

moke, Sat

"I haven't my pipe with me." His cigarette case met his searc

id I haven't an extra one. Any of you

waite, put a hand in his coat pocket, and viewed the in

a bit," remarked Sa

e," said Doak, "if you're not

knife. Satherwaite examined it with interest, rubbing the bowl gently on his knee. He knew, without seeing, that Doak was eying him with mingled defiance and apology, and wondering in what manner a man who was used to me

d; "I fancy you must be rather fond

were tender

hought was pleasurable. The conversation had started up again, but it was yet perfunctory, an

for you to stay here t

well; he had a reputation for that sort of thing, and to-night he did his best. He pictured himself to his audience on the verge of suicide from melancholia, and assured them that this fate had been averted only through his dislike of being found lifeless amid such untidy surroundings. He deck

risking getting myself heartily disliked, and really I wouldn't blame you if you arose en masse and kicked me out. But I am desperat

a bit. We do it every year, you know. It's kind of-of Christmassy when you don't get home for the holidays, you see. We give one anoth

t would be the jolliest sort of a thing. It's just like being k

ive one another presents, and k

ngs, you know," answe

at I've known for seven years," said Ailworth

now I am going home, instead of to Sterner's for Christmas

others feel the cold and the magnitude of the pictures he drew, and, for a space, Satherwaite was transported to a little lumber town in a clearing, and stood by excitedly, while a small boy in jeans drew woolen mittens-wo

hia house, rather staid and stupid days, as he remembered them now, days lacking in any delightful element of uncertainty, but filled with wonderful present

thily and turned out the gas. Then, one by one, the tiny candles flickered and flared bluely into flame. Some one pulled the shades from before the two windows, and the room was hushed. Outside they could see the flakes falling silently, steadily, between them and the electric l

ld Chri

was brilliantly lighted now, and the strings of cranberries caught the beams ruddily. Doak stirred the

laus-give out the presents, you

old gentleman, he turned up the collar of his jacket, and put each ha

d Smith; "but hold

of yellowish-brown otter, and drew it down over

irls," began Satherwait

ls!" cr

ies!" cried Smith; "

, then!" That was

said Doak, grinning jovi

e wrappings, and laid bare a penwiper adorned with a tiny crimson football. Doak explained to Satherwaite that Kranch had played football just once, on a scru

in a constant roar of mirth. Doyle was conferring excitedly with Ailworth across the room. By and by, he stole forward, and, detaching one of the packages from the tree, erased and wrote on

nd the Christmas tree, detached a pa

te, but-" he viewed the assemblage in em

d Doyle; "that's

the others, thr

leather. Some one laughed uncertainly. Satherwaite, very red, ran his finger over the edges of the leaves,

" he

" cried some

much obliged

the gang,"

Christmas,"

gang," said

ers, Satherwaite whipped a package from his pocket and, writing on it hurriedly, w

y Doyle," he

e in amazement. He had

t up, o

te. He was very red in the face. Satherwaite smiled back imperturbably

d man, who gave

erwaite," said Doyle, "but, rea

just happened to have it with me; bought it in the square on the way to give to some one, I didn't know who, and so, if you don't mind, I w

Doyle; "it's only tha

d Satherwaite. "Now, th

wor

fectionery enjoyingly. Smith insisted upon having the cranberries, and wore them around his neck. The popcorn was dist

ite had been in the Glee Club. There was an instant clamor fo

ox," said Smith. "Ca

e others joined in the chorus; not too loudly, for it was getting late and proctors have sharp ears. When the last refrain had been repeated for th

tmas, all!"

on sharing the cranberries with him, and so looped a string gracefully about his neck. When Satherwaite backe

e back and see u

man, don't forget u

ain and again not to, stumble

d, and, scooping a handful of snow, sent it fairly against the glass.

Christmas, old ma

heek. He looked back. They were gathering snow f

e called. "Mer

s and laughter followed

RIPLE

in last year," said Satterlee, 2d, plai

up in a puzzled way from the hole he was dig

air chance. When I came out for the nine in March and tried for second he was worried to death. "Look here, Kid," he said, "there's no use your wanting to play on second because there's Henen and Talbot after it." "W

n nodded d

the fellows accuse me of boosting my kid brother over their heads.' Well, so I did as he said. Of course I didn't have any show. There was Williams and Beeton and 'Chick' Meyer who could do a heap better than I could. They'd pla

it here. I think Willard's th

d Satterlee, 2d. "But don't y

so badly at it now since Bailey has been helping me, bu

used the other. "Wish he'd be as easy on me as he is on

xteen trout," h

ught was flies during practice. Then when they played

you in this afte

Nothing ever happens to a chap in center field. And when a fellow'

d sympath

sk your brother to give you a fair show; pu

sn't think I can play ba

hope we g

you d

ow?" asked the

," Tom replied. "Is '

Willings is going to pitch. I'll bet"-his face lost

o win?" asked

ce and one to us. And we've lost only the first game with Durham. There you are, Tommy; you can figure it out for yo

es to twelve,

he folks. Want to come along? Dad and the mater would like to m

be in t

ld come along. You see, Tom, Don and I aren't very chummy just now; I-I gave him a piece of my mind last night; a

from fighting. We'll have to hurry, though; you don't wa

rget dinner time, did you?" as

white striped awning had been erected and from beneath its shade the principal, Doctor Willard, together with the members of the faculty and their guests, sat and watched the deciding game of the series. The red of Willard's was predominant, but here and there a dash of blue, the color of the rival academy, was to be seen. On a bench over near third base a line of blue-stockinged players awaited their turns at bat, for it was the last half of the third inning and Willard's was i

came together and the runner was speeding toward first. But the hit had been weak and long before he reached the bag the ball

tion to the youth in question. Mr. Satterlee knew very little about the game and was finding it difficult to display the proper amount of interest. Mrs. Sat

Mr. Satterlee in a heroic endeavor to

guess," he muttered a minute later. For the catcher had two strikes called on him and was still

at boy?" asked

om. "He plays over there,

red the lady. "I k

ard supporters found their voices again. Then came Brown, third base-

his younger brother with a

hit the ball!"

nswered Satterlee, 2d, "only ma

athered in the short fly that the ba

ppen now, I'll bet," sai

Satterlee, 2d, "even if he is such a won

-limbed gentleman, despite his retirement on the occasion of his first meeting with Willings, was in fine fettle, and scarcely had Satterlee, 2d, concluded his remark when there was a sharp crack and the white sphere was skimming second baseman's head. It was a clean, well-placed hit, and even the wearers of the blue had to applaud a little. Carpenter's long legs twinkled around the bases and he was safe at third before the ball had returned to the infield. Then things began to happen. As though the spell had been broken by the third baseman's three-bagger, the following Durhamites found

rd base Carpenter was poised, ready to speed home as fast as his long legs would carry him. Willings, who had so far pitched a remarkable game, suddenly went "into the air." Perhaps it was the coaching back of third, perhaps it was Carpenter's disconcerting rushes and hand-clapping. At all events, the Durham f

d. Unfortunately, although he turned like a flash and shot the ball to Satterlee, the throw was wide. The captain touched it with his outstretched fingers but it went by. The runner sped toward second and Carpenter raced home. But Beeton, right-fielder, had been wide-awake. As Willings turned he ran in to back up Satterlee, found the ball on a low bounce and, on

lings went to bat, Captain Don Satterlee came up the bank and threw himself

terlee, "I guess you're in f

find their pitcher for a cent." He turned to his brothe

the other. "You've got along without

e elder. "You can play or not, just as you l

muttered Sa

ty like it.

owed once or twice and kic

on," said Tom Pierson. "Give h

rown out easily at first and was now discouragedly walking back to the bench. "You can take Williams's place when the ninth begins," he added, turning to his brother. The

The fellows call him 'Curly' on account of his hair. He pitched for us last year and he won the game, too! I

atterlee, 2d, came

h he was pitching, that

make any more of

Durham started out with a batting streak and almost before anyone knew it the bases were full with but one out. Then, just when things wer

second and gained first for himself, owing to an error. Then came an out. Beeton followed with a scratch hit just back of shortstop and the bases were full. Up on the terrace the cheering was continuous. Williams was struck out. Then came Willings with a

The next man was less fortunate and was thrown out after a neat sacrifice which put Carpenter on second. Then a pop-fly was muffed by Willings and there were men on first and

the red's captain could do was a clean drive into right field that was good for one base for himself and a tally for the man on second. That made the score 3 to 4. It seemed that at last fortune was to favor the red. The cheering went on and on. Meyer sent the captain to second but was thrown out at first. Another tally would tie the score, but the players who were coming to bat were the weakest hitters, and Willard's hopes began to dwindle.

!" decided

made him feel uncomfortable. Down on second Fearing was watching him anxiously. On first Beeton was dancing back an

, bitterly. "He's telling himself that if he'd

st him and only one strike. So now he sent a swift straight one for a corner of the plate and Satterlee, 2d, watched it come and then swung to meet it. And in another moment he was streaking for his base, while out back of shortstop the left fielder was running in as fast as he might. And while he ran Fearing and Beeton were flying around the bases. The ball came to earth, w

up with a hit and a moment later stole second. Then came a mishap. Willings struck the batsman and

in his hands, was Carpenter, and there was none out. A two-base hit would surely tie the score, while one of the home-runs of wh

enter field, hoping for a chance to aid in warding off the defeat that seemed inevitable, but fearing that his usefulness was over. Willings turned and motioned the fielders back, and in obedience Satterlee, 2d, crept farther out toward the edge of the field. But presently, when a ball had been de

field and it was evident that it would land just a little way back of second base. Neither Carpenter nor the runners on first a

e did now. He was almost too late-but not quite. His hands found the ball a bare six inches ab

of his flight. Now each turned and raced frantically back, dismay written on their perspiring faces. But Satterlee, 2d, like an immovable Fate, stood in the path. The runner from first slowed down indecisively, feinted to the left and tried to slip by on the other side. But the small youth with th

mendation, and once a glimpse of the smiling faces of his father and mother. He strove to wave a hand toward the latter, but as it almost cost him his posit

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wlyn, Hammondsport

l and weighed one hundred and ninety-four pounds, and was built by an all-wise Providence to play guard. Graduat

hed Bi play a while th

A fellow can't butt in at the beginning of the third year and expect to trot even with fellows who have been there two years. It takes a

name in the catalogue. It was a poor frat, and it queered Bi righ

s, and it was about time. The new coach was a chap who hadn't made the Varsity when he was in college, but who was supposed to have football down to a fine point; to hear the fellows tell about the new coach made you feel real sorry for Walter Camp. Well, he started in by kidnaping every man in college who weighed over a hundred and sixty-five. Bi didn't escape. Bi had played one year in

r-dollar American Beauties, and his pictures looked fine and dandy in the papers. "Bayard Briggs, Harvard's new candidate for guard, of whom the coaches expect great things." That's the way they p

quite happy and contented and disinterested during it all. He didn't mind when six coaches gathered about him and demanded to know what was the matter with him. He just shook his head and assured them good-naturedly that he didn

If you talked to him about Retrieving Last Year's Overwhelming Defeat he'd smile pleasantly and come back with some silly remark about Poli

e didn't have time. I wished afterwards that I

uessing, he announced his new coach. His name was Hecker, and he had graduated so far back that the Crimson had to look up its old files to find out who he was. He had played right half two years, it seemed, but hadn't made any special hit, and Yale had won each year. The Herald said he was a successful lawyer in Tonawanda, New York.

after practice we'd call him every name we could think of. And half an hour later, if we met him crossing the Square, we'd be haughty and stuck-up for a week if he remembered our names. He was a little bit of all right, was Hecker. He was on

chap and thought well of his looks, it was all up with Mr. Chap. He was out on the gridiron biting holes

ness with Bi at right guard again. The left guard on the Varsity was Bannen-"Slugger" Bannen. He didn't weigh within seven pounds of Bi, but he had springs inside of him and could get the jump on a flea. He was called "Slugger" because he looked like a prizefighter, but he was a gentle, harmless chap, and one of the Earnest Workers

hty plain that we had the best Eleven in years. But we didn't talk that way, and the

began kicking, and Cooper had the better of the other chap ten yards on a punt. Finally we got down to their twenty yards, and Saunders and I pulled in eight more of it. Then we took our tackles back and hammered out the only score. But that didn't send our stock up much, because f

once that unless you had football instinct you'd never make a real top-notcher. I think maybe that's so. Maybe Bi didn't have football instinct. Though I'll bet if some one had hammered it into his head that it was business and not a parlor

n"-Hecker glanced at his notebo

oper. "He's a dub; th

who couldn't play the game; we meant a man who knew how to play and wouldn't

Yale. It seemed that Corson had won a prize of two dollars and fifty cents about five years before for throwing the hammer at a picnic back in Pennsylvania. Well, there was a big shindy and the athletic committee got busy and considered his case. But Hecker didn't wait for the committee to get through considering. He just turned Corson out and put in Blake, the first sub. On Tuesday the committee declared Corson ineligible and Blake sprained his knee in pra

ootball into him for eight solid hours on Wednesday and Thursday. And Bi took it all like a little woolly lamb,

they were too; but that's got nothing to do with the story. Friday we mooned around until afternoon and then had a few minutes of sig

cker sent for him to come to his room, put him in a nice ea

t way, "because it has occurred to me that you don't alto

ked su

Yale

back upon for several years with painful emotion. It isn't often that we have an opportunity to beat Yale, and I propose to make the best of this one. So kindly

murmured B

a sheer accident? If you don't, allow me to tell you candidly that if there had been anyone

soak in a

man Jordan who will play op

ry good player,

ard on a college team in twenty years. And you a

answered Bi, get

u going to d

Mr. Hecker. I don't suppose I am an

can' be hanged! You've got to do better than you can, a hundred per cent better than you can, ever did, or ever will again! That's what you've got to do! You've got to fight from the first whistle to the last withou

d Bi. "You know yourself that

arms and legs of yours! Look at those muscles! And you dare to sit there, like a squeaking kid, and tell me

his finger within an inch of Bi's fac

tell you why we wouldn't have chosen you if there had been any

e and he got up slo

e has ever done, Mr. Hecker. You've called me a coward. You're in authority and I have no re

sir. I've said you're a coward, and I stand by it. I r

ds and tried to ke

you when you take advantage of your position to throw

you do?" sne

zed Bi. "And I'll d

l all the fall to be taken in now by your melodrama. But after to-day you will find me quite at your

faced Hecker. He was smiling now, s

hink I am. Either that or you are lying. For if you are really

he we

up at two

hing the first ten minutes. It's funny how a little thing like that will queer your game. One fellow I knew once wa

h us. We had to work-Lord, how we had to work! And how we did work, too! We made good the next time, but it took us fifteen minutes to get back down the field. Cooper himself went over for that first touchdown. Maybe the crowd didn't shout! Talk about noise! I'd never heard any before! It was so unexpected, you see,

s no picnic. It was hammer and tongs fro

yclone. To see him charge into Jordan-and get the jump on him every time-was alone worth the price of admission. And as for blocking, he was a stone wall, and that's all there is to it. Never once did the Elis get through him. He held the line on his side as stiff as a poker until quarter had got the ball away, and then he mixed things up with the redoubtable Jordan, and you could almost see the fur fly! Play? O my! He was simply great! And the rest of us, watching when we had a cha

e. Then we held her. After that, although she still played the game as though she didn't know she was beaten, she was never dangerous. We scored twice more in that half. When there was still ten minutes of play the whistle blew, and Jordan, white, groggy, and weepy about the eyes, was dragged off the field. Bi had sure used him rough, but I'm not pretending Jordan hadn't co

Bi was one of the last to come in. He pushed his way through the crowd about the door, shaking off the fellows' hands, and strode across to wh

raining, sir?"

nswered

Bi. We thought he'd gone crazy, but he didn't try to shake us off. He just stood there and looked at Hecker. The coach never raised a hand

s was quite within his rights. P

et B

n me this morning. I told him we must win to-day, and that in order to do so he would have to play better than he'd been doing. He told me that he would do his best, but that he knew himself no match for Jordan. That spirit wouldn't have done, gentlemen, and I tried to change it. I told Mr. Briggs that he was a coward, something I knew to be false. I insulted him over and again until only my authority as head coach kept him from trying to kill me. He told me he would do so when we had broken training and I promised to give him

ntemptuous, then bewildered, and finally comprehending. For about ten seconds the room was as still as a graveya

on't think Bi cared a button. Anyhow, when they tried to get him to come out for the eleven the nex

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