The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1898-06-08
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stified by the perfume of tho blue
violets.
The two blue silk flags on the seat
before her, with their staring and
obtrusive white US, tempted her
each moment to pitch them out of
the window, and che would have
yielded to the temptation had it not
been foT the sudden view through,
that same window Of smooth, light
brown head, whose owner was
hanging ON to the platform of
passing car apparently by his teoth.
He had been in town; then he was
probably taking that horrid Miller
girl to the game! For fivo minutes
Miss Duer was SO smiling and gra-
cious that Mr.. FORESTER actually
slipped his fingers into his waistcoat
pocket, deciding that delay was dan
gerous; then sherelapsed into gloom.
and the fingers slipped out again.
1t was / 40 o'clock when they
reached the field and pushed their
way through the crowd to tho Yale
side. The two long lines of seats
were already filled, the ends crowd
ed. 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 sho had met at
Poughkeepsie last summer when she
had been crimson from head to heel
lifted their hats, smiling, as she in
dignantly felt, triumphantly, as Mr..
Forester, with an air of proprietor
ship that was CALLING, put her into
her seat, tucked the blue robe over
her knees and settled himself com
fortably at her side, the blue flags
ready for action.
In her misery she tried to bluff.
After all, what was Harvard to here
Her father was Baltimorean, edu-
Gated abroad, her brothers Johns
Hopkins men. Why should sho feel
herself u traitor because she was
watching the Yalo-Harvard game
from Yale seats, the guest of Yalo
man, "a blue flag in her hand!
Plausible, but useless! She loved
Boston as well as if she had been
born in her mothers old home OIL
Beacon Hill; Harvard was the only
college in the world for the laugh-
ter of Wolcott. the granddaughter
Of u Winthrop. She wae u traitor,
and she knew it. The mass Of Grim
son before her seemed to take form
and distinctness, and TO her excited
imagination tho faces of all her
friends, notably the gang" stood
out, reproachfully and critically
gazing Mt her.
Suddenly came quick yell, swell
ing and deepcning-the Yale cheer
and when it was ended-loud and
generous applause from all sides
and colors; then deafening shout
from everywhere, as the Yale team
camo in at one end of the field, and,
Immediately following, from the
opposite corner. through tho seats
from below, the team dear 20 the
hearts of all Boston, all New Eng
land, the Harvard eleven!
The blue of I'LL instant before was
eclipsed now by the fash of Grim
son, and as the "Rah, 'rah, 'rah,
Har-vardr' rent tho air, Kathleen
Duer started up, then dropped back
in her seat, shamefaced and abash-
cd, the blue flag falling from her
nerveless fingers.
AS it has been since the memory
of man, Yale won the toss and took
the wind. Time after time Haryard's
backs carried the hall III, the field.
only to lose it and have it kicked
back.
Kathleen sat breathless. Dividing
her attention between the field nnd
the patronizing assurances at her
side that all was going we'll for
u.s., she ignored her neighbors OH
the other side. 1t was not until that
happening Of tho unexpected, that
brilliant punt against the wind,
when n red Dag sprang detiantly
into being beside her, that she rec
ognized in the cheering 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!" che
exclaimed, and he answered.
Yes, Miss Duer. but wearing the
right colors.'' They had not ex-
changed another word, but she had
taken time to glance carelessly
around him and note thut beyond
was nothing but men.
1t was when the bull was at Yale's