The Columbian. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1866-1910, 1898-01-06
A CRIMSON VICTORY.

Mrs. Forrest,r had not found his
drive from the city out to Soldiers
Field as agreeb'e as he had expected.
Kathleen Due smiling upon him I'M
preference to ~ 5ne of the young
men, so-called he "gang''-when MI.
Forester was n college less vulgar
phrases had be IN used-accepting his
invitation to @ game, promising to
wear his coloIS, had been charming
to behold; Ka hleen Duer, uRsmiling
and tacIturn, seping her promise in
deed, wearing ne blue, but wearing 10
most ungraciol sly, was altogether
different persol.
Mr.. Forester did not like the college
boys. They were so disgracefully
young and so little ashamed of it.
They had so n Ich more hair on their
heads, so much ess on their faces, than
he could boast f. They were so exube-
rent, so inecuE ably cheerful, they had
so little money. and yet seemed quite
unconscious of the vast superiority or
his wealth.
1t had been Cne of the many charms
of Miss Duer that she had been appre-
ciative of his claims to consideration;
never was she more attentive and de-
lightful than il the presence OF those
Young cubs There was. one, young
Grant, whose acre appearance at the
door always Sc med to make her espec-
tally interested in Mr.. Forrester's good
stories, which lie related so often and
so we'll: at such times he felt he had
never delighted a more absorbed lis
tener.
But to-day Miss Duer gave scant at
tention to his anecdotes; yawned lit
tie when he gu Jted poetry; was indif-
ferent to the details of the games of
his youth. She looked out of the Win
dow when he ropped his voice, and
asked If he would mind sitting oppo-
site instead of reside her; she did not
want to crush er skirt. Mr.. Forrester
had not known that tailor-made skirts
were crushable.
But KathlceI Duer's calm exterior
covered a perfect volcano. Two weeks
ago. on the night when Donald Grant
had been so paI .icularly and objection
ably asleep" lad first glowered over
in the corner and then been unneces-
sarily attentiv, to his pretty cousin
Sarah. it had seemed simple matter
to say that she would go to the game
Will MI. OIIts lOl. DPui Sd oii ~ 49,
indignant glan,e she had encountered,
she had gone still farther, had prom
ised to wear the Yale Colors-this,
however, in tone not TO be overheard.
Two minutes later she would have
given her pretty head to be released
from her agreement. but she could not.
Her cousins had been kind to her, but
she had felt that they and all the rest,
which generally meant the gang" had
been kind with plying tolerance that
was simply maddening. The GROWING
enormity had been known to them only
two days-sinre the Yale violets began
to arrive, and since then the gang
had never been mentioned in her pres
ence, Coming into the room upon aper-
feet babble of voices her advent had
been the signal for perfect silence.
The gang" all except Rex, who was
too kindly of heart TO crush her COM
pl@tely, had gone back from the famil-
iaE Kit" to Miss Duer'-she was no
Longer of them, she was a stranger, al
most an outcast, perhaps traitor IN
the camp.
fhe two fast horses trotted soberly
on. If there was anything Kathleen
hated it was sober, well-behaved, mid
dlA-aged horses-and their owners!
Palst the laden cars they trotted, cars
Laden with eager, excited girls and
hits of to-day, and almost as eager
xcited students of one or two gen.
ms away-all wearing the GRIM
all hopeful, hilarious, convivial,
ry crowd adding to the zest of the
on. Kathleen ground her teeth
! looked down on the blue gloves,
q choking of the blue tie, was op-
Id by the blue rug, stifed by the
he of the blue violets.
as 1. 40 o'clock when they reached
eld and pushed their way through
royd to the Yale side. The ;wo
ines of seats were already filled,
DIS crowded; in the midst of solid
of blue, Kathleen saw two vacant
and, being assisted up to them,
er humiliation complete.
her misery she tried to bluff. After
What was Harvard to. her? Her
was a Baltmorean, educated
d: her brothers John Hopkins
why should she feel herself ira
eca use she was watching the Yale
ard game from Yale seats, the
of a Yale man, blue flag in her
usible, but useless! She loved
bn as well as il she had been born
br mothers old home on Beacon
Harvard was the only college N
world for the daughter Of a VOL
the granddaughter of Winthrop
was a traitor, and she knew 1t
mass of Crimson before her seem.
take form and distinctiness anc
excited imagination the faces o.
er friends, artably "the gang,
ns=stssspron .nfully and critically
lathe quick yell, swelling
ling-the Yale cheer, ant
ended, Loud and generous
all sides and colors. Ther
shout came from meverywhert
team came in at one enc
and Immediately following
,osite corner, through tn'
.1.xx, 4ha foam dear to tht