The Corvallis gazette. [volume] (Corvallis, Or.) 1862-1899, 1881-03-11

the propriety Of the thing, just to set
an example to the Lower Boys, but he
had never been known to make goal or
rouge except by fukes.
Now, day or two after, Miss Snub-
bin had laughed at him in the chapel,
Simpkins attired in a flannel shirt and
cap, was hobbling about the playing
field, playing as usual in the simplest
way. The game had lasted half an hour
and the side against Simpkins had scored
three goals and rouge to nothing. The
resistance was, indeed, SO feeble that the
captain of the other side, one Bullonley, a
hulking 1out, cried out impatientIy:
"Come on, you fellows; do something TO
make the game brisk. /"
At ordinary times Simpkins would
have been the last fellow to respond to
the challenge; but suddenly he was seen
to charge at the ball as if he wished to
annihilate it. He kicked it too far for
"bullying;" and though he followed it
up as fast as he could run, he was not in
time to prevent Bullonley, who was
flying man" on the other side from giY-
ing it drop kick on the bound. But
Simpkins, without checking his pace,
gave leap, stopped the ball with his
hands, and when it had fallen to the
earth, made such mad rush at Bullion
ley that this worship who no more ex-
pected the shock than an OK does an as
sault from sheep-was carried clean off
his legs, and measured his length on the
sward He scrambled up discounted,
but was too late to save the goal. Simp-
kins, scurrying along like runaway
colt. had lodged the two sbehinds, !" and
buliied the ball clean through the
sticks.
.sWell played, Simpkins, cheered the
astonished players on both sides in q
chorus; and tinkling laugh added its
melody to their shouts like q bell in an
orchestra.
The laugh came from Miss Nellie
Snubbin. She it was who, arriving on
the ground with her sister in the midst
of the game, had abruptly fred the soul
of Simpkins with martial ardor, and
turned the tide of the play. But Bullon-
ley had seen Miss Snubbin, too, and he
felt mortified at having been rolled on
the grass under her eyes. He resolved
that there should be no repetition of
this disgrace; and after the Kickoff, !"
he started in pursuit of the ball like q
young lion let loose. He ran so fast,
however, that he shot past the ball, and
it got bullied back by some other fell
lows flor play had freshened now all
over the feld), right back to his rouge
line. Bnllonly turned, saw that Simp-
kins had got the ball, and bore down
upon him. This time it was poor Simp-
kins that bit the dust; but it so hap
pened that he fell behind the line with
the ball under him, and touching it he
claimed q rouge.
BuIlonley was furious. A ssbuily"
was formed outside the goal, and he
went down post on purpose to bear
ths brunt Of the fray, and to check fur
ther enterprises on the part OF Simpkins.
Now, in an Eton bully it is the .spost"
who holds the ball between his feet,
supported by all the players on his side;
while those on the other endeavor by
main force to ssrouge" the ball between
the goal-sticks. A strong, cool-tem-
force the ball out of the bully and to pass
kick far ahead; but q hot-tempered
post kicks, and that is what Bullone-
ley proceeded to do. He kicked Simp-
kins fiercely two or three times on the
shins, and made this poor youth vince
and tremb1e all over from pain; but
Simpkins had the courage to stick to his
ball with this Fesu1t-that Bulloneley
succumbed to asudden rush that was
made while oze OF his feet was raised,
and bringing down all his own side to
his collapse, was the cause of another
goal being scored.
This made two goals to Simpkins, who
was uprearously cheered, but now new
thing happened, for when the ssbully''
had disappeared, Simpkins, liyid with
pain and excitement, strode up to Bull
loneley and said:
You Skinned me several times over
just now. Bulloneley. Did you do it on
"What if I did?' asked the other,
as a mastif might be at getting
called to book by an Italian greyhound.
swered Simpkins. s'Take thatr' and he
dealt Bullonley wild right handler on
the nose.
ssConfound you'll" roared Bullonley,
and he struck out at his assailant with
both fists; but already blood was gush-
ing from his face, and some had got into
his eyes and was binding him.
Simpkins took desperate advantage of
this to administer three ssslashers'' in
one on each eye and q third
on the bread basket.
The unfortunate Bullonley staggered |
like drunken man, and from that time
Simpkins had him at his mercy. But
mercy is an inappropriate term, for 9 |
sheep who by chance can work his |
wicked will on an OK is not merciful; |
and Simpkins had now to wipe ont. by |
one resolute display of savageness, Eve |