Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1894-04-28
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eral good resolutions Then he launched
the ball. He impaired to 1t peculiar rota-
~ motion, which caused IL to leap up about
2 foot just before II got to the batter. This
was done for the purpose of deceiving Bangs
30 that he would either strike under the
ball or send 1t up into the air. Bangs bat
encountered the ball with sound like the
crack of a rifle. The sphere scared aloft. A
dreadful din Of voices rising after 1t seemed
TO buoy 1t up. All the pretty girls in blue
cried. Yale. Yaler' But as many of their
brothers as knew the game were silent and
fheir hearts were like lead.
Tie Harvard pitcher felt strong spasm
of relief His rise had done the work.
Bangs had batted a high fly. The odds at
that moment were a thousand dollars to
cent against Yale, for that fly would drop
into left field. where '1nfallible' Lee kept
guard for Harvard. The pitcher was as
sure that Lee would catch the ball as he
was that it would not stay up in the sky.
Lee had to run in a little way to get I'M
der the descending ball. He was perfectly
sure Of it. The game was as good as won.
Already the cry of Harvard seemed to be
drowning the cry of yale" In the tenn
pest of shouting he distinguished his own
name with remarkable clearness. 1t had
rung out like that before in many similar
emergencies ana a great cneer nad always
followed 1t. He remembered suddenly that
he would never hear that thrilling call
again. This was his last effort in any col
lege contest He had borne the red II on
his breast for four glorious years, and this
was the end. Well, though 1t must come 1t
could not come better. He was very glad
of the final opportunity. He could think of
all these things he ran, for the time
seemed as long a dream.
And then he trod upon the little blue
stone. 1t caught the metal plate on his
shoe and rolled like a wheel on the hard
ground. He plunged forward and the ball
went over his head
Everybody in the world cried ''YaleY' The
two blue-legged runners crossed the plate.
The game was lost and won.
In an instant the crowd swept over the
field. Above the frantic throng appeared
nine figures borne upon the shoulders or
their friends. Each was surrounded by a
cheering, struggling mass. and the biggest
and the widest was around Jack Bangs
But out in the left field, alone, a figure lay
upon the ground 1t was the infailible Lee
who had failed just when there was no hope
of retrievaL They say he sobbed like a
child And he was six feet and one inch
tall, and could lift load of hay. Well,
there's loser for every winner, though we
do not hear so much about him.
In the grand stand, meanwhile the en-
thusiasm had been enormous. The vast
crowd was upon its feet yelling like mad
people Pretty girls perched upon the seats
and screamed aloud. Some of them knew
that Yale had won without being told; but
most of them didn't and they Just yelled
because they couldn't help it, Among those
who saw and understood was a particularly
pretty girl named Florence Lorne She had
kept a full score with her own fair hand
and had every point recorded, with few
extra errors for the Harvards. For Flor
ence was Yale girl through and through,
and wore half cables length of blue rib
bon on her dress
When IT was all over she trembled to
Rink how near she had come to missing
that glorious elimination In her excite
ment she would certainly have fallen off the
seat on which she was standing If she had
not steadled herself by putting her hand
upon the broad shoulder of a man in front
or her 1t was considerable satisfaction
TO her that he was introduced almost i'm
mediately afterward. for it gave her a
cnance to thank him. That was quite I'M
necessary, for he had been entirely OBJ
nvious of the occurrence. If she had been
Chang, the Chinese giant, he would not
nave felt the weight at such moment
oh. Mr.. Bangs!' she exclaimed when the
epoiosy was out of the way, wasn't it per-
xectly tmilling?'
1T was. indeed" he rejoined with what
remained to him by way of a voice after the
cheering Did you enjoy it, Mrs Lorne?'
This question was addressed to a pretty
motherly woman who stood beside Florence
I'm afraid ! didn't appreciate all Of it,"
she replied But I'm very glad Yale won
Z have son in college"
Poor Jimmier' exclaimed Florence.
Hes an enthusiast, but he can't play ball
fhis year"
Perhaps he will develop. said Bangs. SYM
pathetically. I've known men to fail in the
freshman year and do very we'll afterward"
Were you interested in athletics when
you were in college, MIR. Bangs?' asked Mrs
Lorne.
"Motherr The girls tone was full of re-
proachful pity. REED your country's his
tory. Everybody in the world has heard of
Mr.. Harry Bangs. He was the greatest
oack-stop Yale ever had, and he played foot
ball. too. He was the man who broke Har-
vey Duns nose in the great smuggling game
OF 's6. And that saved the game because
Dun was the best ground gamer that Har-
ward had Isn't that so. Mr.. Bangs?'
We'll, IN the matter of Duff's nose" said
Mr.. Bangs. I'm afraid I'll have to plead
guilty The remainder 1 leave to the his
torian."
Mother is just beginning to learn" said
the girl. but she is doing very we'll You
must know, mother. that Mr.. Bangs family
has been very distinguished at Yale. They
have done more for the university than any
pther."
Bangs. who had been in high spirits, be-
eAme suddenly gloomy.