The New South., 1898-01-15


At the blue gloves. felt II choking 81
tho blae lie. ras oprT fsea hy the
blue RIG. stsflsd ty perfume ~
the blne viciats.
The two hiue silk flag. ON the seas
before her. with their ssring and OBJ
trusiye white Y's, tempted her each
moment 10 pifcl them ont of the win
dow, and she wonis s.Aya yielded 70
she temptation IN II not been fer this
sudden view .hr sngh that same win.
dow Of a slaos<ho light-hrown head.
whose owne~ tas hanging on 10 the
platform 81 ssasaing car. apparently
by his teeth lis had been ia tewns
then he was probably taking that
horrid Milicr giFl e the camel For
aye minrtes Miss Dner was 70 amiiing
and gracio that Mr.. Forester actu-
ally slipped bis fingers into his waist
coat pocket, deciding that delay WAS
dangerous; thea she relapsed into .
gloom. aud the fingers slipped ont
again.
II Was i.40 o'clock when they
reached the Field and pushed their
way through the crowd 10 the Yale
side, The two long lines Of seats
we're already filed, the ends crowded;
in the midst of a solid mass Of blue,
Kathleen saw two vacant places. and,
being assisted up to them, felt her
humiliation complete.
Some pretty blue girls looked at
her with curiosity. The men with
them, whom she had met at Pough-
keepsie last summer when she had
been crimson from head to heel, lifted
Their hats, smiling, as she Indignantly
felt, triumphantly, as Mr.. Forester,
with an mir Of proprietorship that was
calling, put her into her seat, tucked
the blue robe over her knees and set
tied himself comfortably at her side,
the blue flags ready for action.
8 In her misery she tried to bluff. At
ter all, what was Harvard to her?. Her
father was Baltimorean, educated
abroad; her brothers Johns Hopkins
men; why should she feel herself a
traitor because she was watching the
Yale-Harvard game from Yale seats,
the guest Of Yale man, a blue flag in
her hand? .S-4sssssYilssss- I, d.
Plausible, bnt uselessl She loved
Boston as well as if she had been born
in her mothers old home on Beacon
Hill; Harvard was the only college in
the world for the daughter of VOL
colt, the granddaughter Of a Winthrop.
She was d traitor, and she knew IL.
The mass Of crimson before her seemed
to take form and distinctness, and to
her excited imagination the faces Of
nll her friends. notably "the gang, !"
stood out, reproachfully and critically
gazing Mt her.
Suddenly came quick yell, swell
ngand deepening Yale cheer, and
when it was ended, lond and generous
applause from all sides and colors.
Then, deaTening shout from every
where, as the Yale team came in at
one end of the field, and Immediately
following, from the opposite corner,
through the seats from below, the
team dear TO the hearts Of all Boston,
nllNew England, ,sthe Harvnrd e.evenl
The blue OF an instant before was
eclipsed now by the flash of crimson,
and as the ''Rah, rah, 'rah, Har- -yardin
rent the air, Kathleen Duer started up,
then dropped back in her seat, shame
faced and abashed, the blue flag fall
ing from her nerveless fingers.
As it has been since the memory OF
man, Yale won the toss and took the
wind. Time after time Harvard's
backs carried the ball up the field,
onlyrto lose it and have it kicked
back.
Kathleen sat breathless. Dividing
her attention between the field and the
patronizing assurances at her side that
all was going well s'for u.s." she
ignored her neighbors on the other
side. It was not until that happening
Of the unexpected, that brilliant punt
against the wind, when red flag
sprang deiiantly into being beside
her, that she recognized in the cheer
ing voice the one that had initiated
her into the mysteries of football and
taught her how to cheer for Harvard.
'.You! On the Yale side!" she ex-
claimed, and he answered.
Eyes. Miss Duer, but wearing the
right colors." They had not ex-
changed another word, but she had
taken time to glance carelessiy around
him and note that beyond were moth
ing but men.
1t was when the ball was at Yale's
fifteen-yard line and Yale putting up
her gallant defence that Kathleen Duer
felt hand on her arm and shaking it
off Indignantly, turned to see Mr..
Forester holding handkerchief to
his face.
IF You don't mind coming ont, he
was saying incoherently, behind its
folds. "I'm very sorry, but I'm afraid
we must go.
"Go Are you sick?.
ssIt's only my nose--I'm subject to
them-I'm very sorry, but perhaps we
can come back, his voice was grow
ing more indistinct, and he was trying
to move away.
Whats the matter with your nose?
No, certainly, I'm not going; I'll stay
and"
May take charge OF Miss Duer
for you, MIR. Forrester?' said her
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