The Jester of St. Timothy's

g looked in amazement to the other boys for an explanation. They w

ize him for an unintentional foul," said Morrill.

ng. "So I had to penalize him. I ma

mly. "Of course you had a perfect right to do as you pleased, only-" He

d and despised. Bitterness rose within him, bitterness against Westby, against Morrill, against boys in general, against the school. And only an hour

e track, being "policed back" by the half-dozen members of the athletic committee. Evidently the award of prizes was to be made at once, and either Barclay or Randolph was to hand o

e said, as Barclay turned.

a yard for fouling,

es

t if it was obviously an unintentional

ighed Irving. "I thought that in case

p something to say, by way of a speech, and h

be the target of hostile, vengeful eyes; he felt that half the boys there were blaming him in their hearts for the defeat of their team-and that the o

behind the cluster of trees the School buildings became visible, he heard the pleasant ripple of laughter from the crowd. Some one, probably Barclay, was m

d down the corridor, and he preferred not to hear them. To his surprise there was rather less disturbance than usual; perhaps the boys were too tired after their exciting and active afternoon to indulge in noisy skylarking. So Irvin

yed him-he felt he

at Irving. One of the boys, Bl

ce you ran, Westby; hard l

hard luck if you

anyway?" Blake ask

ask me,"

y at Irving, and Irving, though he had meant to say

it," he said. "I saw it and set him back a yard. I was under the impression that in c

onable boy. But Westby was not in a reasonable mood.

ight have known things w

asked

have officials who

; Westby, having fired his shot, sat straight

ated before at any races. At the same time, I don't believe I did anything which some experienced officials would not have done. There a

rt went home; the Pythians at the table,-of whom Blake was one,-chuckled; and Westby, with

tled. And as Irving looked at his downcast face, he softened still further; Westby had so often delighted in humiliating him, and he had longed for the opportunity of reprisal. Now it had come, and Westby was humiliated, and the audience were not unsy

Lawrence was playing left end on the Harvard Freshman football eleven; not only that, but in the first game of the season, played against a Boston preparatory sch

y far different from his own-if his own college course could be said in any sense to have terminated in success. Lawrence would have the athletic and the social experience which he had never had; Lawrence would be popular as

ith one's friends. There was Westby, aggrieved and hostile; there was Carroll, sitting next to him, the queer, quizzical, silent youth, with whom Irving had been entirely unable to establish any relation of intimacy; no, there were no boys at his table with whom he was intimate enough to appeal for

er the giving out of the prizes," sai

u make a speech? I heard the boys l

d for you afterwards because I felt I may have seemed rather short when you came up; the truth is, I was

red you at such a time. I was just a little agitated because

l you had a perfect right to penalize him; he did foul,

e been-it wouldn't be poss

that he gained half a yard on Flack in the race; but it's also true that Flack knew he had that much leeway. There's no

ing anyway. I'm sorry I ma

any harm with the fellows. A little mo

't thinking

caused Irving to blush, and Barclay himself, realizing what he had b

And that was what was troubling me when I went to you this afternoon. But it isn't any longer. I feel bad ab

n Westby-and you're sorry for it! What's

with him," he concluded. "Don't you think I might explain th

do anything to make him think you're a little soft. That's what he wan

aps so." Ir

g up quite a lot,

" confessed Irving. "If I stiffened up, I guess it was just the courage of desper

's t

communicated the proud

n to-day's Boston newsp

ng. "Where was it?

ughed. "Yes, there was quite an account of that game, and Upton was mentioned as being the br

me with the Yale Freshmen; I've never seen Lawrence p

as well as with the boys. Especially when a man has charge of a dorm

all certainly read the foo

ractice game with our School eleven-say, the week before the St. John's game? It would be

up. "I'll write to my brother, and perhaps he

you can pull any additional wires that are possible through your brother." He rose to go. "I sho

s," said Irving. "I shan't advertise it

that; things have a way of leaking out."

the captain of the School eleven, went to Barcla

even capable of giving them hard practice-the kind they'll need to beat St. John's.

nder if we mightn't get the Harvard Freshmen

t the papers say. Don't you supp

ing and we'll send a letter off to their captain. And I'm sure"-Barclay threw the remark out

ther? Wh

? His brother plays l

other on the Harv

e bro

say." Louis grinned. "I

know it. But I guess Mr. Upton is

nk he'd have

helping to put his brother through college. And his success in doing that

-keeping

real doubt about that. He's a perfectly competent te

has been, the fellows horse him a good d

when they know him be

y feeling much impressed, and he was pr

is interview with Mr. Barclay, that Westby, reading the Harvar

shmen." He showed Morrill the name. "Let's get a

asked M

f course he must be-such athletic prowess, and all that sort of thing

ll, who was an earnest

rough, and marched up the corridor-humorously tramping in step-to Irving

hat he was in for some carefully planned attack. "I was just reading my morning paper, sir, and I wanted

f ever the enemy had been

relation?" he asked, with a

terest in all athletic sports, sir-not to say your prowess in them, sir-it's natural

ous, his compliments were so absurdly urbane, that Irving threw off his air of

s to guess it, Westby," he said, "I d

ther Irving detected it or not-his slow, facetious wink. He ret

't know you had a brother at Harvard. Wasn't it rather-what shall I say?-peu aimable not to have taken us

s first name

r. "I find him set down here as 'T. Upton.'

t must be,"

said Westby. "Such careless fellows! We'd like awfully

in broke int

what there is to tell,

resemble you very much?-I mean, apart

ng so thoroughly his revenge! And the oth

much alike," he answered. "He

agility, sir," said Westby; and the boys broke in

Collingwood cam

just congratulating Mr. Upton on his brother; did you kno

od. "I've just heard

twinkling again and whose smile had widened. Then they looked

er with you?" as

ghter. He could find nothing but slang in which to exp

young fri

by round and rushed him down the corri

ext table Allison and Smythe and Scarborough were all looking over at him and smiling; and at the table beyond that Collingwood and Morrill and Denniso

eye, and on a sudden impulse leaned back and laughed. Carroll joined in, Westby blushed once more, the

ke, Mr. Upton?

me," said Irvin

received such a vicious kick under the table, or why Carroll sa

the joke turned on the professional humorist appeared to be extremely popular; and the humorist did not take it very well. "Oh, get out, get out!" he was saying, wrenching himsel

nd saw Irving. The smile faded from Irving's face; Westby looked at hi

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