The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1898-06-08

snOut rose again, swelling into al
absolute roar. The ball was ut
Iaio iour yurd iineI
Kathleen s flag unfurled itself like
lightning, but it was as quickly
snatched from her hand and in its
place was Donald's own. Then, had
there been any one at leisure to look
at her, might have been seen bllo
bedccked girl standing OH the seat,
steadying herself with ono hand on
Donald Grants shoulder, waving a
crimson flag like mad, and shouting
"Harvardr' with all tho force and
music Of her fresh young voice.
II feel as if l had done it all, - she
almost sobbcd, turning to Donald
with tears in her eyes rs well az her
voice. Her blue flag was nowhere
to be seen, tho gloves were rolled
into hard little ball, the poor in.
nocent violets trodden under foot,
her hand WAS OH his arm, his ewes
looking down into hers.
You darling!' ho whispered. as
they struggled through the crowd,
making il his excuse for clasping
the little bare, cold hand, and feel
ing as if they were all alone in the
world instead Of being in the midst
Of $4,000 disgusted people going
home i'll the blank disappointment
of % tied game.
BY tho time Miss Duer and her es.
cort had reached the cato they had
forgotten that they had ev had
other companions than at t pres
ent moment. Mr. Forester, Anaking
vain efforts to reach the seat where
he had every reason to suppose his
fair charge was awaiting him, and
Donald's uncle and cousin, with
whom lse was to dine, had alike
ceased to exist. 1t was dark when
they boarded blissfully crowded
car. There are unlimited opportuni-
ties for confidential conversation
when packed like sardines in an
overloaded electric.
Kathleen cannot yet understand
how it all came about. There woro
broken words, Il good denl about un-
worthiness, a little about poverty,
some more-but now from the other
eide-about unworthiness; then lit
tic bursts of ecstasy, interspersed
with absolutely unneeded explana-
tiOns.
The coming home took SO little
time, and it had seemed so fur to
go! Harvard had not won, and when
they remembered to think of that
they grieved, but one Harvard man
had won, and i'll all the wide world
there was no room for grief.
Poor old duffori'' Donaltl said.
I'm sorry for limp But Kath-
leen interrupted cheerfully:
That's the very reason you need
not be sorry fer him, Don. If he
were young it would be different,
but he's SO drcadtully old that he
must have had lots Of love affairs in
his life. When mans almost 40,
he can't care inIcn for anything!"
Would Mr.. Forester, driving
home alone. the blue rug carefully
folded on the seat before him-one
is apt to be neat ut almost 4O-tho
blue velvet case unopened in his
waistcoat pocket, Il single blue flag
lying across his knees. have agreed
with hers
"Aunty," Kathleen cried, bursting
open the door of the drawing room,
may ask Don to stay to dinner1"
Don't Mrs. Woloo.t repeated be-
wildered. II thought-where is Mr..
Forrester9"
"I-we y lost him somewhere,
aunty."
Lost himr' exclaimed Mrs. VOL
colt.
What has become of your WIG.
let's, kathleeni" asked one cousin.
Where i'll the world is your neck
tie, Kit9" gasped the other.
She looked from one to tho other,
her lips parted, her eyes shining.
Then suddenly, without warning,
the crimson of fair Harvard spread
atself over her cheek, brow and
white throat York Tribune.
--"Mr. Engineer, is your boiler
safe? Yes, ma am 'Are You
sure?' Yes, ma am: we never had
u boiler explosion under six weeks
use, and this ere one husn been in