Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1872-08-03

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but he won't win,"
Did Ashcton hear him? Did
some secret voice, ! mean, whisper
to him that some such words as
these were assing Jackling's lips?
Anyhow, he glanced toward US, or
at least TO the mass of yelling low
er boys, (ior he did not know where
we personally wcre) and with a de-
termincd gesture took of his cap
and threw it ON the ground. Ii
was the action of a man who is pre-
pairing to fight,
Then this was what we saw. The
ball was then in the Oppidan calx,
but sudden movement brought it
before AShcton's foot. lie stuck to
it, and from that moment it did not
leave him. Crouching, stumbling,
running over it, playing with feet,
elbows and head altogether, he
"bnIlcd" it right down the whole
length of the ground, uuhccdiug
kicks, pushes, mobbmgs or anything
else. Huxley, the college "post," !"
Skinned him savagcly; Dmyman
bore down upon him with his shcul-
der like a battering ram; and just as
Ashcton was within a few yards Of
Collcgcr calX, Bullockson, the cap
tain, made a rush as of thunder, and
bot rolled over together, head first,
i'll The mud. There was moments
brcathlcss lull in the whirlwind Of
shouts, to see who would rise first
with the ball. 1t was Ashcton.
Limping and bleeding, for the blood
was flowing in torrents from his
nose, he still crouched over the ball,
and, with something like superhu-
man energy, shot it over the caIx
line, followed 1t, raised 1t with his
foot against the wall, and touched
it with his hand, whilst the umpire,
in a loud voice, and amid dcIirious
excitement, shouted "Shy!"
A "shy" means the right to take
a shot at the goal with the football,
the whole rival eleven standing in
your way to obstruct you. Not a
boy Or man spoke as Ashcton, white
as a sheet, poised the ball, raising
it, and with another look towards
us, threw it straightforward. There
was 4 third, dismaycd shout, and
then the Oplidan umpire, throwing
his hat i'll the air, cried Coal"
At that moment the college clock
changed ont half-past 1--thc time
for play to stop. The Oppidans
had won tho match
With a roaring-loud, deep and
continuous as the waves of the sea
the Oppidans burst the ropes, and
rushed on the ground, scampcring
towards Ashcton TO carry him in
triumph. Tickling and | were
borne along with the rest, adding
our own voices to the tumult me-
chanicalIy. Asheton seemed to cx-
pcct us. Just as the mighty Bul-
lockson was taking him to lift him
on his shoulders, he made a step
forward, and holding out his hand
Qhc first and last time he had ever
done such a thing to a lower boy in
public said, "You see, youngman, it
ras possible"
JickIing said nothing, and walk
ed along by my side TO our tutors
house, without opening his lips. lie
was pale and moody, and l remcm-
Der be kicked a particular pebble
before him, as he went, with a
strange and absent expression. lie
had not rcappcarcd by tea-timc, and
it 50 happened that | wanted to sec
him that evening about something
or other, | went to his room and
opened the door. The hinges did
not crcak; 50 that he did not hear
me nor look up, lie was seated at
his table, with his head buried in
his arms, and he was sobbing as if
his heart would break. *
It you ask nowadays Of any old
Etonion who Jickling was, he will
probably answer you; "Jickling?
DO you mean the fellow who was
Newcastle scholar and in the eleven?
lie went 10 Oxford, didn't he? and
took double honors."
81 think So"
"And, stay, didn't he marry some
body, | think it was the sister Of Sir
Frederick Carlton" p CoynhW Mag
d.inc.