The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1872-08-02

thought, "Asheton's played well,
but he won't win."
Did Ashcton hear him? Did
some secret voice, I mean, whisper
to him that some such words as
these were ! assiDg Jackling's lips?
Anyhow, he glanced toward us, or
ut least to the mass of yelling low
er boys, (for lac did not know where
we personally were) and with a de-
termined gesture took off his cap
and threw it on the ground. 1t
was the action Of man who is pre-
| pairing to fight.
Then this was what we saw. The
ball was then in the Oppidan calx,
but a sudden movement brought it
before AshetOn's foot. He stuck TO
it, and from that moment it did not
leave him. Crouehing, stumbling,
running over it, playing with feet,
elbows and head altogether, he
"bulleP' it right down the whole
length of the ground, unheeding
kicks, pushes, mobbings or anything
else. Huxley, the college "post, I"
Skinned him savagely; Drayman
bore down upon him with his shCul-
der like a battering ram; and just as
Asheton was within a few yards of
Colleger calx, Bullockson, the cap
tain, made a rush as of thunder, and
both rolled over together, head first,
in the mud. There was a moments
breathless lull in the whirlwind of
shouts, to sec who would rise first
with the ball. It was Asheton.
Limping aud 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 csIx
line, followed it, raised it with his
foot against the wall, and touched
it with his hand, whilst the umpire,
in q loud voice, and amid deliriUus
excitement, shouted "Shy!D
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 Asheton, white
as a sheet, poised the ball, raising
it, and with another look towards
us, threw it straightforward. There
was third, a dismayed shout, and
then the Oppidan umpire, throwing
his hat in the air, cried"Go9l!"
At that moment the college clock
changed out half-past 1.-The time
for play to stop. The Oppidans
had won the match.
With a roaring-loud, deep and
continuous as the waves of the sea
the Oppidans burst the ropes, and
rushed on the ground, scampering
towards Asheton to carry him in
triumph. Jick ling and I were
borne along with the rest, adding
our own voices to the tumult me-
chanically. AshetOn seemed to ex-
pect us. just as the mighty Bull
locIzson was taking him to lift him
ON his shoulders, he made u step
forward, and holding out his hand
(the first and last time he had ever
done such thing to a lower boy in
public said, "You see, youngman, it
1oa8 possible" j"
Jickling said nothing, and walk
ed along by my side to our tutor Is
house, without opening his lips. He
was pale and moody, and I remem-
Der be kicked a particular pebble
before him, as he went, with a
strange aud absent expression. He
had not rcappeared by tea-tipe, and
it SO happened that l wanted to see
him that evening about something
or other, / went to his room and
opened the door. The hinges did
not creak; so that he did not hear
me nor look up. He was seated at
his table, with his head buried in
his arms, and he was sObbing as if
his heart would break. x 4
II you ask nowadays of any old
Etonian who Jickling was, he will
probably answer you: "Jickling?
Do you mean the fellow who was
Newcastle scholar and in the eleven?
He went to Oxford, didn't he? and
took double honors."
" think So"
"And, stay, didn't he marry some
body, | think it was the sister OF Sir
Frederick Carlton. - CornhiU Mag
dziRe.