The Ravalli Republican., 1898-08-31
absolute roar. The ball was at
Yale's four yard line! 5--..z. .-z..-=

absolute roar. The bali was at
Yale's four yard ine -.m
Kathleen's IS flag unfurled itself like
lightning, but it was as quickly
snatched from her hand and in it's
place was Donuld'a own Then, had
there been any one at leisureto 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 fcrce and
music Of her fresh young voice.
II feel as if I had done it all, she
almost sobbed, turning to Donald
with tears in her eyes as we'll us her
voice. Her blue flag was nowhere
to be seen, the gloves were rolled
into hard little ball, the poor in
nocent vio]cts trodden under foot,
her hand WIS 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 thoy were all alone in the
world instead of being in the midst
of $4,000 disgusted people going
home in the blank disappointment
of q tied game.
By tho 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 sent whore
he had every reason to suppose his
fair charge was awaiting him, and
DoDald's uncle and cousin, with
whom he was to dine, had alike
ceased to exist. It was dark when
they board' | q hlissfully crowded
car There arc unlimited opportuni-
ties for confidential conversation
when packed like sardin2s in an
overloaded electric
Kathleen cannot yet understand
how it all came about. There were
broken words, a good deal about un-
worthiness, little about poverty,
some more-but now from the other
side-about unworthiness; then lit
tie bursts Of ecstasy, interspersed
with absolutely unneeded exp]ana
tionS. ."... -M
The coming home took SO little
time and it had seemed SO far to
90! 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
thero was no room for grief.
"Poor old duffer!' Donald said
''I'm sorry for him-I'- But Kath-
leen interrupted chcerfully:
"That's the very reason you need
not be sorry for him, Don. Il he
were young it would be different,
but hos SO dreadfully old that lie
must lavo had lots Of love affairs in
his life. When q mans almost 40,
he can t care much for anythingl'
Would Mn. Forester, driving
homo alone, the blue rug carefully
folded Oh the seat before hin-one
is apt to be neat at almost 40-the
blue velvet case unopened in his
waiStcOat pOcl<et 2 single bue fla ,
lying across his knees, have agreed
with heri
"Aunty," Kathleen cried, bursting
open the door Of the drawing room
"may | ask Don to stay to dinner?'
"Don!' Mrs Wolcott repeated be
wildernd. II thouyht-where is Mr
Forrestor2''
"1-vo- - lost him somewhere
aunty." -
Lost him!'' exclaimed Mrs. VOL
cott.
"What has become Of your vic
let's, Kathleen?' asked one cousin.
"Whero in the world is your neck
tic, Kit!'' 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 sprea(
itself over her cheek, brow ant
white throat. York Tribune