The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1896-04-17
BY HOWARD FIELDING.
Copyright. 1894.

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worthy of the honor. They were tall
and queenly, while she was only five
feet four in high-heeled shoes And
then she remembered that her per-
suasion had made Lawrence what he
was. But for her he might never have
been famous And with that thought
she became so tall that she could look
over the heads of all the other girls
and see what was going on as well as
| if they hadn't been there.
Lawrence was forced to leave his ad-
mirers soon and go to the training ta-
| BILE for dinner. 1t is well known that
the athletes at the principal colleges
eat food especially prepared for them
and prescribed by the highest medical
authority. In spite of this fact many
| of them are quite we'll, but Lawrence
was not of that number. Perhaps his
digestive machinery was not naturally
strong enough to stand the strain of
eating, as one might say, under the
eye of physician. At any rate, he had
not been well since his first encounter
with scientifically regulated diet.
1t may have been twinge of dyspep-
| Sid WHICH, UulhCo lllo OuO VI
the pleasant channel in which they had
been running, and made him feel dis
satisfied with the world as he arose
from the table. To him, just then,
Florence was the world, SO he became
dissatisfied with her. He had seen the
light in her eyes, the glow on her
cheeks, the ecstasy Of pride when he
went by. All this came back to him,
and not pleasantly.
"She is in love with Paddy O'Toole, -"
said Lawrence, in his heart. SIT is dis
graceful"
Now everybody will readily admit
that if such was the truth. Paddy had
great deal more right to complain
than Lawrence had. Yet is very hard
to satisfy young man when he is in
love, and Lawrence became wildly
| Jealous of Paddy, who had never met
Florence, and in the natural course of
events never would. However, there
was some justification for Lawrence's
| feeling, for he had not been able in the
course of his acquaintance with Flor
ence to make her take deep and abid-
ing interest in anything which had
really been achieved by himself. She
knew every curve in Paddy's remark
ably extensive repertory, but she could
not remember from one day to the
next so much as the names of the
studies in which Lawrence most nota-
bly, excelled his competitors
He resolved that she should love him
for his intellect, for those commanding
mental powers which made easy grist
of comic sections and such hard things.
| "We will not discuss baseball this
evening" said he to himself, very firm
ly. "We will converse upon more seri-
GUS topies.a
He was, by this time, on his way tc
call upon Florence. There was kiss
due him, as the reader may remember
for the Harvard game had been won
by Paddy O'Toole.
| Lawrence resolved not to take the
kiss nor even mention it. He would lay
before her the treasures of his mind
and captivate her with his knowledge.
To this plan he scrupulously adhered
and Florence had never thought him
dull before.
She had looked forward to the inter
view with feelings of tho liveliest joy,
and the result was bitter disappoint-
ment. She was offended that he did
not claim his reward at once. But he
scorned to do it, for he felt that the
prize had been won by his hated rival.
He would not approach the subject.
Instead he opened out to her the
treasure house of his mind, which was
really not bad for freshman. The re-
suit was that by half-past eight o'clock
she was not only angry but bored; by
half-past nine they had quarreled; and
at ten, Lawrence took his leave, with
ont having mended matters at all in
the last half hour, and without having
secured his own kiss or the one that
belonged to Paddy.
This was only the beginning of bit
terness. There was another game of
ball few days later, and Paddy again
distinguished himself. He shut out
Amherst without hit, and Amherst
was supposed to have strong batting
nine that year. But Paddy was too
good for anybody's nine that day, and
the visitors merely famed the air one
after another. Paddy's work was
justly regarded as the very finest arti-
Gle of ball playing that had ever been
seen in New Haven, and the vast
crowd simply went wild over him.
Florence, who had considered herself
estranged from him. shed tears of peni.
tence. She wanted to be forgiven
rightaway. So with great company Of
her girl friends, and some men to give
them countenance, she waylaid Paddy
OToole as he was once more being borne
away Ia tPipmph, and fairly captured
him from the hands of his admirers,
Harry Bangs, who had been lowering
on the outskirts of the crowd, viewed
this scene with the blackest dismay,
He had deadly feaF that in the ppes-
ence OF SO much loveliness Paddy's
tongue might be unloosed. The young
man had developed some signs of that
gallantry which distinguishes the
Irish race. On one occasion when he
had been more heartily applauded than
usual by bevy of girls in the grand
stand, he bad AorriAed BANGS --Au