Left Guard Gilbert

facts are already known to you; if you live in the vicinity of New York they certainly are. But at the risk of being tiresome I must explain a little about the school for t

and containing the class rooms, school offices, assembly room and library. The dining hall is in Wendell, the last building on the right. Behind Wendell is the gymnasium. Occupying almost if not quite as retiring a situation at the other end of the Row, is the Cottage, Mr. Fernald's residence. Each dormitory is ruled over by a master. In Billings Mr. Daley, the instructor in modern languages, was in charge at the period of this story, and since it was necessary to receive permission before leaving the school grounds after supper, Don and Tim paused at Mr. Daley's study o

lease. I'm not sure that Mr. Robey isn't

ys he isn't eating i

of friends. They parted from the instructor at the dining hall door and sought their places at table, Don's arrival being greeted with acclaim by the other half-dozen occupants of the board. Once more he was obliged to give an account of himself, but this time his narrative was considered to be sadly lacking in detail and it was not until Tim

story in the November issue. But Don utterly refused to pose as a hero of any sort. The best Harry could get out of him was the acknowledgment that he had seen severa

lthough he didn't say so in so many words he gave Don to understand that he had failed in his duty to the school and the team in allowing hims

Losing a week or so is going to handicap you. No doubt about that. And I'm not making any promises. But you keep your eye

r to hear the same fact stated by a second person. There's a certain finality about the latter that is convincing. But if Don was downcast he didn't show it to his companion. Don had a way of concealing his emotions that Ti

nd being brushed aside, was standing in a small clearing between table and windows balancing a baseball bat, surmounted by two books and a glass of water, on his chin. So interested was the audience in this startling feat that the presence of the new arrivals passed unnoted until the juggler, suddenly stepping back, allowed the law of gravity to have its way for an instant. Then his right hand caught the falling bat, the two books crashed unheeded to the floor and his left hand seized the descending tumbler.

rescuing his books from the floor.

n disgustedly, wiping his damp countenance on the edge of

Larry proffered the bat and tumbler,

icks, thanks. Gee, my

You'll be going to bed soon. Say, Larry,

good trick with coins, though

f the first or second teams: Larry Jones was a substitute half; Clint Thayer was first-choice left tackle; Steve Edwards, sprawled on Clint's bed, was left end and this year's captain; the short, sturdy youth in the Morris chair was Thursby, the centre; Tom Hall, broad of shoulders, was right guard; Har

every one of you knows that we've got the average material and that we'll go ahead and turn out an average team and beat Claflin as per usual. The only chance for argument is what the score will be. You fellows like to grouse and pretend every fall that the team's shot full of hol

ne stuff a pillow in his mouth. No one has said we were shot full of holes,

the line and two out of the backfield and there's nothing to live for and we'd better poison o

ards. "You don't know anythin

field is good," jeered Tim. "We've l

y good," inte

erts and

ne's b

Harris!" conclude

replied Amy sweetly. "Gee, to hear you rav

as, prac

and-and Milton and a dozen or two more and there wasn't any hope for us! And all we did was to go

who played fine ball last year and you can't see just at first how anyone can fill their places. Someone always does, though. That

sobs himself to sleep at night thinking how terribly the dear old team's shot to pieces. If I remark in my optimistic, gladsome way, 'Clint, list how sweetly the birdies sing, and observe, I prithee

xclaimed Jim Mor

me obsessed with

words, Amy?" sighed Cl

. "Only he's an improvement on anything Edison

f-starting attachme

of the low jests, "I'll bet any one of you or the whole kit and caboodle of

s very wrong. (Amy sniffed sarcastically.) But I'll wager a good feed for the crow

you'll do it! Hard work wouldn't hurt you, anyway. You're a lot of loafers. All

ts of physical violence failed t

off to a top-hole dinner at the Inn if Claflin beats us. There'

o if she doesn't?"

the fact. "Why, Harry, old dear, you'll just keep right on squandering your money a

y Draper, "I'm in on it,

afe as safe! This bunch of grouser

tion for a minute, "what's the story about my squandering

t being careful with money is different from having it glued t

it, Amy,"

s you do," returned Walton hotly.

" advised Tom Hall soothin

rry. I'm going to write home to your folks some time and warn 'em. Hold on, you chaps, don'

y near ten. I think it would be a rather good idea if we had a rule that foot

ere martinets you read about," said Tim with a si

lots more to say. Good-night, Don. Glad to see you back again, old sober-sides. Sorry about that fin of yours. Be careful with him, Tim. You know how it is with the dear old team. We need every man we can get. Hold on, Harry! Did you drop that quarter?

llings Don bro

nny, aren't the

do you mean?

fter a thoughtful moment. "They'r

fferent f

swered Don, sm

y with profound admiration. "Don, you're a brilliant chap!

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