The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1895-01-25

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such an ovation, Roger made haste to
elbow his way through the crowd, and
| in so doing nearly overthrow his own
brother Fred. who happened to be
standing directly in his path
For heavens sake, was that you.
Roger?" he cried, confronting him in
| establishment
do let me get out of this" his
brother responded impatiently; they
needn't make such fuss because 1
knocked the old duffer over" and he
bolted in the direction of the gym
nasium.
Saturday nights generally brought
the scattered members of the Bartlett
family together. as the collegians al
ways made point of coming home to
spend Sunday under the parental roof
tree.
On this particular Sunday evening
all were assembled before Rog.H came
in Fred was all agog to describe the
scene that he had witnessed, but he
unselfshly held his tongue. '1ll not
spoil his story for him. but will give
him chance to do justice to it," he
mentally calculated. as ne watched his
brother swallowing his soup with I'M
rufied composure.
But Roger said nothing upon the
vital subject. and Fred looked at him
with increasing surprise as he judi
cialiy set forth the respective merits of
the opposing football team, and called
attention to their most vulnera BILE
points.
''rll turn in early tonight, think, +"
he yawned, as he withdrew from the
dining room II put pretty solid
work into the last half OF that game, {"
and he leisurely wendell his way up
stairs.
Il wish that Roger would put little
solid work into something else" his
father volunteered, as he disappeared
from the room.
At this, Fred. who had in times past
repeatedly scoffed at his fathers ath.
letic proclivities, instantly fired up.
Father" he burst forth. yours
making big mistake about Roger.
He's got more genuine stuff in him than
all the rest of US put together, and if
it's football that's done it, the sooner
that we all go in for the game the bet
ter" and he then proceeded to give a
graphic account of the afternoons ex-
perience, which caused his father to
blow his nose loudly and repeatedly.
while his eyes gIisSened with happy
pride, and which sent his mother weep
ing in search of the sleepy athlete, who
couldn't understand what he had done
that was worth making such a fuss
about.
A few days later Mr.. Bartlett re.
ceived note from his old friend, Will
l1inson Smalley, which ran somewhat
as follows:
DEAR BARTLETT: hear that your Roger Is
going in for the law. and II SO / want him.
When he gets through with the law school you
can hand him over to ne, for he's just the ma
terlal that I'm on the lookout for. and you may
well be proud of him.
He scared me out Of years growth tho
other afternoon at the station. the young ras-
zeal, but in spite Of that. wish you would tell
him to come round and take dinner with ne
some night, for l want to talk to him
with kind regards to Mrs. Bartlett, believe
me, ever your friend,
"WnKINsoN SMAIL.EY."
When Roger came home the follow
ing Saturday his father handed him
the note, remarking: 'I'm afraid I
haven't appreciated your football, old
man, but Pm going to do better in fu-
ture; and, by the way, Roger, hear
that you're to play in the game at
next week; is that sop
Roger nodded.
Every well, then" Mr. Bartlett con-
tinued, ''your mother and would like
to have you get US the best seats that
can be bought. for we've set oui hearts
upon going to see you make the first
touchdown Boston Ira nscript.