Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1895-02-01

"PPooisu 1uoioubuiJ uohOu' as no Fio-
pared to step upon the track nearest
him he had caught sight of one train
coming down upon him, and he now
staggered back and was about to plunge
in front of the other down coming ex-
press when suddenly something very
unexpected happened.
As the crowd of bystanders shrank
back with horror stricken faces, con
WINGED that they were about to witness
the terrible fate which must instantly
overtake the old man, figure in a much
begrmed canvass jacket sprang out from
among them. aud clearing the tracks at
a bound alighted beside the swaying
form of the other
A shudder. and wave of pitiful re-
greet swept over the motionless crowd.
"TIe can never drag him hack in time,
they breathed "They will both be
killed Oh, the pity of it !"
But our football man had no thought
of dragging the unsteady figure in front
of either approaching engine 10 an III
slant he had tackled the man and thrown
him fat upon the ground between the
two tracks, for all the world quite as if
he had been an opponent on the football
field. Then he dropped lightly or top
of him and lay there motienless, while
the two trains Numbered past on each
side of them, and the crowd stood wait
ing spellbound.
In much less time than it takes to de-
scribe the episode it was over. and what
might have been tragedy had proved
only bit of .nclodrama after all, yet as
Roger jumped up and pulled tn, old
man on to his feet applause and cheers
louder than any that had greeted him
on the football field rang 10 his ears
Abashed and quite overwhelmed by
such an ovation, Roger made haste to
elbow his way through the crowd, aud
in so doing nearly overthrow his own
brother Fred, who happened to be stand
ing directly in his path
"For heavens sake, was that you,
Roger ~ no cried, confronting him in
astonishment.
"Do let me get out of this" his
brother responded impatiently. "They
need not make such fuss because |
knocked the old duiTer over" and no
bolted in the direction Of the gymnat
stun.
Saturday nights generally brought the
scattered members of the Bartlett family
together, as the collegians always made
point Of coming home to spend Sun
day, under the paternal roof tree.
On this particular Saturday evening
all were assembled before Roger came
in. Fred was all agog to describe the
scene that he had witnessed, but he IN
seldshly Y Id his tongue. "rll not spoil
his story tor him, but will give him
chance to do justice to it," he mentally
CALCULATED as ho watched his brother
swallowing his soup with unruffled com.
posture
But Roger snid nothing upon the vital
subject, and Fred loob d at him with
increasing surprise y judiciously set
forth the respective Its Of the oppos.
ing football team ana called attention
to their most vulnerable points
"Pll turn in early tonight, | think"
he yawned as he Withdrew from the din.
ing-room II put pretty solid work
into the last half of that game" and he
leisurely wendell his way up stairs.
81 wish that Roger would put little
solid work into something elso," his
father volunteered as he disappeared
from the room.
At this Fred, who had 10 times past
repeatedly scoifed at his brothers ath-
letic proclivities, instantly fred up
"Father," he burst forth, you're
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 then he proceeded to give a
graphic account Of the afternoons ex-
pcrience, which caused his father to blow
his nose loudly and repeatedly, while
his eyes glistened with happy pride,
and which sent his mother weeping ia
search Of the sleepy athlete, who could
not understand what he had done that
was worth making such fuss about.
A few days later Mr.. Bartlett received
note from his old friend, Wilkinson
Smaley, which ran somewhat as fol :
lows:
DEAR BARTLETT hear that your
Roger is going 10 for the law, and il so
| want him When he gets through
with tho law school, you can hand him
over to nae, for he's just the matcria
that | am on the lookout for, and you
may well be proud of him He scared
me out Of years growth the other
| afternoon at the station, the young rus.
cal, but in spite Of that | wish you
would tell him to come round and take
dinner with me some night, for want
/ to talk to him With kind regards u
Mrs Bartlett. believe NC ever YOU
| friend, WILKINSON SMALLgY
When Roger came home the follow
ing Saturday, his father handed him tn,
note, remarking, "I'm afraid [ haven
appreciated your football, old man, Blu
I'm going to do better 10 future, aud
by the way, Roger, hear that your
to play in the game at Springfield mex
week. Is that so p
Roger nodded.
VERY well, then" Mr.. Bartlett con
sinued, your mother and | would lik
to have you get US the best seats tba
can be bought, for we've set our heart
upon going up to see you make tn
first touchdown. "-Cdroiine Tickn0r /
Boston Transcript
"What has become of Chollie?
haven't seen him for nearly week"
THE poor boy is laid up with brni