Santa Fe new Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1898-1951, 1898-06-02
COLLEGE RIVALS.


summer. J. sat smoking a cigar on the
hurricane deck with my friend, the Yale
man, when he suddenly gave a start and
leaned over the rail, looking down at the
crowd below.
"Do you see that MANI" he said, point
ing TO a sturdy chap who was leaning
against the colnpanionway looking up at
US. He was q swarthy, sullen man, whose
natural ugliness was emphasized by a ter
ribly ~misshapen nose, which had evidently
been broken by a terrible blow. He was
scowling fercely, and as l looked made a
gesture of defiance and hate and turned
away, still glowering.
Eyes, l see him, " said I. "What Of itp'
And then the Yale man settled back and
told me.
at was during my third year at Yale"
he said. II had beer on the baseball team
ever since my freshman year and was their
mainstay behind the bat. This chap,
Jones, was the captain of the Harvard
team.
"You may remember how fierce the ri
valry was that year. More so than is usual
even. But it was as nothing to the feeling
between Jones and myself.
"You see, I'd always known him. He
was from the same little village in New
York state that l was, and we had been
schoolmates and had played ball together.
His father was a good deal better off than
mine was then, and he used to bully me a
good deal then, as he was older than I.
"Well, we separated, Of course, when we
went to college, as he entered Harvard,
and IL went to dear old Ell, God bless
bn,, ~ oyl %ba Vo1o ,,,r %oalr oGF IL, ~roalt
ing cap.
"Well," said he, coming out of his brief
~reyerie, II didn't see him again until the
summer Of my sophomore year, when we
met on the Thousand islands. We were
not particularly friendly, but got along
very well until we both happened to fall
in love with the same girl.
ga glorious creature she was, too, and
seemed to like us both. But when / told
her after a month of my passion she said
Wait. Well, Jones tried his luck a night
afterward, and she didn't tell him to wait.
Just said NO
"Jones was wild. He never had been u
gentleman ut heart and under his disap-
pointment lost his veneer of good manners
and became furious. He accused her Of
being a heartless %coquettc, Of one thing and
another, and then finally Of caring more
for me than she should. Just as she rose,
pale and indignant, l appeared On the
scene, having been an unwilling caves
dropper, and picking him up dropped him
over tho rail into the St. Lawrence. 1t
isn't very deep there, but 1t was cold as
could be, and by the time he had scrambled
ashore all the fight was out OF him.
"Well, Nan was heartbroken. She
would hear no word of love or comfort
from me, declaring that Jones had dis
graoed her and that she could never be
mine.
but when the Harvard team came to
New Haven the next spring I happened to
glance up in the grand stand as I walked
to my place behind the bat, and there she
sat, with q big bunch Of violets pinned on
her corsage. I got just the wee bit of q
| smile. but somehow / felt that we'd have
to win that day.
swell, tho game went IN. 1t was nip
and tuck for eight innings. I had the luck
to do good work and was cheered again
and again, but dearest of all to me was
the glance I'd get once in awhile as I
raised my eyes to her when walking to-
ward the back stop.
"We had hard work hitting Highlands,
but I managed to get a couple, and once
got around as far as third. Jones tried to
spike me, but failed, and, though I was
redhot at him, l kept my temper, for the
men needed me.
"Finally In the ninth inning we were
two runs to the good and were counting
on a sur victory when the Harvards came
to bat for the last inning. l suppose Car
ter grew careless or something, for he
commenced to get wild, and do all l could
I couldn't steady him till he had sent
| Smith and Jones to bases on balls. The
next man flew out to Gordon in left field,
but the second man up made a hit, and
Smith, who had gone to second on the fly
out, scored, while Jones took third.
"Then Robinson, their heavy hitter,
came up, and it looked black for us. True
to his reputation, he hit the ball an ever
lasting whack, and out it sped for left
| field. Greenway closed in on it sideways
and by a great jump hauled it down, while
tho crowd cheered.
"Then Jones broke for home, and, Lord,
how he did runl But Greenway turned
the ball loose for me, and he never made u
better throw in his life, nor did any one
else. With O perfect bound it came to me
while Jones was eight feet away. l turned
to touch him, thinking he'd be an easy
straight at my ankles.
~ put the ball on him, and we went
down together. His face had struck the
plate, and no got that broken nose you
noticed. My left leg was broken at the