, 1881-03-11


an example to the Lower Boys, but he
had never been known to make goal or
rouge except by tiukes.
Now. n 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
wav 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 "a
hulking lout, cried Out impatiently:
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 1t 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 il a drop kick on the bound. But
Simpkins, without checking his pace,
gave a leap, stopped the ball with his
hands, and when it had fallen to the
earth, made such mad rush at Bullion
lev that this worship who no more eX-
pected the shock than an OK does an as
sault from a sheep-was carried clean OIL
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 a runaway
colt, had lodged the two "behinds, and
bullied the ball clean through the
sticks.
'.Well played, Simpkins," cheered the
astonished players on both sides III
chorus; and tinkling laugh added its
melody to their shouts like a 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 fired the soul
of Simpkins with martial ardOr, and
turned the tide of the play. But Bullion
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
Young lion let loose. He ran SO fast,
however, that he shot past the ball, and
it got bullied back by some other fel-
lows flor play had freshened now all
over the field), right back TO his rouge
line Bullonly turned, saw that Simp-
kins had got the ball, and bore down
upon him. This time it was poor Slmp-
|, 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 rouge.
Bullonley was furious. A "bully"
was formed outside the goal, and he
went down ''post" ON purpose to bear
the brunt of the fray, and TO check fur
ther enterprises on the part Of Simpkins.
Now, in an Eton bully it is the pos"
: 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 rouge the ball between
the goal sticks. A strong, cool-tem-
pered post trusts to his own strength to
force the ball out of the bully and to pass
it on to one of his ''comers, who Will
kick far ahead; but a hot-tempered
post kicks, and that is what Bullone-
ley proceeded 10 do. He. kicked Simp-
, kins fiercely two or three times on the
shins, and made this poor youth vince
and tremble all over from pain; but
; Simpkins had the courage to stick to his
ball with this result-that. BullOneley
succumbed to sudden rush that was
made while one 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 uprOarously cheered, but now a new
, thing happened, for when the "bully"
, had disappeared, Simpkins, livid with
pain and excitement, strobe up to Bull
loneley and said:
"You Skinned me several times over
, just now, Bulloneley. Did you do it on
.fWhat if 1 did?" asked the other,
amazed as a mastiff might be at getting
called to book by an Italian greyhound.
well, if you did, you're cad, an
swered Simpkins. ''Take that" and he
dealt Bullonley wild right handler on
the nose.
sConfound your roared Bullonley,
: and he struck out at his assailant with
both fists; but already blood was gush-
r ing from his face. and some had got into
} his eyes and was binding him.
l Simpkins took desperate advantage of
this to administer three ''slashers' in
succession, one ON each eye and 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 a
, sheep who by chance can work his
! wicked will on an OK is not merciful
[ and Simpkins had now to wipe out, by
. one resolute display of savageness, five
. years of utter tameness.
1 His school-fellows stared at him in
. CONSERVATION, but at the same time
3 cheered with frenzy to see the weak
[ beat the strong. 1t was like revolution
= in which some paltry workman boards
, the king, and no one thought of stopping
) the fight. Bullonley found not a friend,
r and the punishment L got during a
a couple of helpless minutes was awful.
Down he fell at length, all of a lump,
stunned and sick, and then Mrs. Jawe
[ and her sister, breaking into the ring
5 called upon Simpkins, in trembling ac
= cents to desist. Simpkins had reaped
but a single black eye in the encounter,
and he looked fairly fresh. Touching
3 his cap to the ladies'. he said cody to
some lower boys; Take that fellow to
: Tutors, some of you; and now we'll go
on with the game"
But saying this, he did not vouchsafe a