The true Democrat. [volume] (Bayou Sara [La.]) 1892-1928, 1898-01-15


the blue tie, was oprrI'sed by the
blue rug, stiaed by - perfume OF
the blue violets. >>~
The two blue silk flag: on the seat
before her, with their stirring and OBJ
! trusive white US, tempted her each
moment to pitch them out Of the win
| dow, and she woull Lave yielded to
the temptation LIZ 4 it not been for the
sudden view thrjugh that same win
dow of a smoe ii, light-brown head,
whose owner vas hanging on to the
platform of passing car, apparently
by his teeth. He had been in town;
then he was probably taking that
horrid Milley girl to the game! For
five minutes Miss Duer was so smiling
and gracio IS that Mr.. Forester actu-
ally slipped his fingers into his waist
coat pocket, deciding that delay was
dangerous; then she relapsed into
gloom, and the fingers slipped out
again.
It was 40 o'clock when they
reached the Field and pushed their
way through the crowd to the Yale
side. The two long lines Of seats
were already filled, the ends crowded;
in the midst Of q 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 Poug b.
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 Dir Of proprietorship that was
CALLING, put her into her seat, tucked
the blue robe over her knees and set
tied himself comfortably at Der side,
the blue flags ready for action.
q In her mlsery..she tried to bluff. Al
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?
Plausible, but useless! She loved
Boston as we'll 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 a VOL
colt, the granddaughter of q Winthrop.
She was traitor, and she knew it.
The mass of crimson before her seemed
to take form and distinctness, and to
her excited imagination the faces Of
all her friends, notably "the gang, d
stood out, reproachfully and critically
gazing at her.
Suddenly came quick yell, swell.
ing and deepening-the Yale cheer, land
when it was ended, loud and generous
applause from all sides and colors.
Then, q deafening shout from every
where, as the Yale team came in al
ono 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,
all New England, the Harvard eleven
The blue Of on instant before was
eclipsed now by the flash Of crimson,
and as the "Rah, 'rah, 'rah, Har-vard!
rent the air, Kathleen Duer started up,
then dropped back in her seat, shame
faced and abashed, the blue flag foil
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
onlyssto lose it and have it kicked
back.
+ Kathleen sat breathless. Dividing
her attention between the field and tho
8 patronizing assurances at her side tina
i all was going we'll ''for u.s." sh'
r ignored her neighbors on the othe1
: side. It was not until that happening
l Of the unexpected, that brilliant pun
s against the wind, when red Aa}
sprang detiantly into being beside
$ her, that she recognized in the cheer
ing voice the one that had initiated
: her into the mysteries Of football ant
taught her how to cheer for Harvard
- "You! On the Yale side!" she ex
Q claimed, and he answered.
eyes, Miss Duer, but wearing tn
r right colors.' They had not OK
8 changed another word, but she ha'
t taken time to glance carelessly aroun'
: him and note that beyond were moth
r ing but men.
: It was when the ball was at Yale
n fifteen-yard line and Yale putting VI
r her gallant defence that Kathleen Due
o felt a hand on her arm and shaking
y off Indignantly, turned to see Mr.
: Forester holding handkerchief t.
his face.
8 IF you don't mind coming out, III
0 was saying incoherently, behind it
folds. 'I'm very sorry, but I'm afrai'
8 we must CO."
go! Are you sick?"
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