The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1895-02-22

plause and cheers louder than any that
had greeted him on the football field
rang in his ears.
Abashed and quite overwhelmed by
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
astonishment.
DO let me get out of this" his
brother responded impatiently: they
needn't make such a fuss because |
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 colIegians al
ways made point of coming home To
spend Sunday under the parental roof
tree.
On this particular Sunday evening
all were assembled before Roger came
in. Fred was all agog to describe the
scene that he had witnessed, but he
unselfshly held his tongue. IN not
spoil his story for him, but will give
him chance to do justice to it," he
mentally calculated, as he watched his
brother swallowing his soup with un-
rutfied composure.
But Roger said nothing upon the
vital subject, and Fred looked at him
with increasing surprise as he judi
cially set forth the respective merits of
the opposing football team, and called
attention to their most vulnerable
points.
III turn in early tonight, ] think"
he yawned, as he withdrew from the
dining room Il put pretty solid
work into the last half OF that game, "
and he leisurely wended his way up
stairs
Il wish that Roger would put a 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, you're
making a 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 II. 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 glistened 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
laA 80 1as.
ceived a note from his old friend. Will
kinson Smalley, which ran somewhat I
as follows:
DEAR BARTLETT: hear that your Roger is
going in for the law and II - l want him.
When he gets through with the law school you
can hand him over u me. for he's just the ma
terial that I'm on the lookout for. and you may
well be proud OF him.
He scared me out OF a years growth the
other afternoon at the station. the young ras-
cal. but in spite OF that. 1 wish you would tell
hfm to come round and take dinner with me
some night for l want TO talk to him.
With kind regards to Mrs. Bartlett. believe
me, ever Your friend.
WILKINSON SMALLEY."
When Roger came home the follow
ing Saturday his father handed him
the note, remarking: I'm afraid
haven't appreciated your football, old
man, but I'm going to do better in fu-
ture; and, by the way, Roger. | hear
that you're to play in the game at
Springfield next week; Is that SOP
Roger nodded.
Very well, then" Mr.. Bartlett con-
tinued, your mother and l would like
to have you get us the best seats that
can be bought. for we've set ou.. hearts
upon going to see you make the first
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