The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1898-06-08
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shout rose again, swelling into an
absolute roar. The ball was at
Yale's four yard line
Kathleen IS 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 a blue
bedecked girl standing on the seat,
steadying herself with one hand on
Donald Grants shoulder, waving a
crimson flag like mad, and shouting
"Harvard!" with all the force and
music of her fresh young voice.
II feel as if l had done it all, she
almost sobbed, turning to Donald
with tears in her eyes as well as her
voice. Her blue flag was nowhere
to be seen, the gloves were rolled
into hard little ball, the poor in
nocent violets trodden under foot,
her hand was on his arm, his eyes
looking down into hers.
"You darling!" he whispered, as
they struggled through the crowd,
making it 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 in the blank disappointment
of a tied game.
By the time Miss Duer and her es-
cort had reached the gate they had
forgotten that they had ever had
other companions than at the pres
ent moment. Mr.. Forester, making
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 he was to dine, had alike
ceased to exist. 1t was dark when
they boarded q 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 were
broken words, good deal about un-
worthiness, a little about poverty,
some more-but now from the other
side-about unworthiness; then lit
tie bursts of ecstasy, interspersed
with absolutely unneeded explana-
tions.
The coming home took SO little
time, and it had seemed so far to
go! Harvard had not won, and when
they remembered to think of that
they grieved, but one Harvard man
had won, and in all the wide world
there was no room for grief.
"Poor old dufferl'' Donald said.
"I'm sorry for him-I'- But Kath
leen interrupted cheerfully:
"That's the very reason you need
not be sorry for him, Don. If he
were young it would be different,
but he's so dreadfully old that he
must have had lots Of love affairs in
his life. When mans almost 40,
he can't care much for anything!"
Would Mr.. Forester, driving
home alone. the blue rug carefully
folded on the seat before him-one
is apt to be neat at almost 4O-the
blue velvet case unopened in his
waistcoat pocket, a single blue flag
lying across his knees, have agreed
with herr
"Aunty," Kathleen cried, bursting
open the door of the drawing room,
may ask Don to stay to dinners'
"Don" Mrs. Wolcott repeated be-
wildered. II thought-where is MIR.
Forrestera''
I've lost him somewhere,
aunty.'' -
Lost him!' exclaimed Mrs. VOL
colt.
What has become of your vio-
let's, Kathleeni" asked one cousin.
Where in the world isyour neck
tie, Kiti" gasped the other.
She looked from one to the 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. New York Tribune.
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