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

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stihed by the perfume of tho blue
violets.
The two blue silk flags on the seat
before her, with their staring and
obtrusive white Y's, tempted her
each moment to pitch them out OF
the window, and she would have
yielded to the temptation had it not
been for the sudden view through
that same window of smooth, light
brown head, whose owner was
hanging on to the platform of
passing car apparently by his teeth.
He had been in town; then he was
probably taking that horrid Miller
girl to the game! For five minutes
Miss Duer was SO smiling and gra
cious that Mr.. Forester actually
slipped his fingers into his waistcoat
pocket, deciding that delay was dan
gerous; then sherelapsed ntogloom,
and the fingers slipped out again.
1t was LAO o'clock when they
reached the field and pushed their
way through the crowd to tho Yale
side. The two long lines of seats
were already filled, the ends crowd
ed. In the midst of 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
Poughkeepsie last summer when she
had been crimson from head to heel,
lifted their hats, smiling, as she in
dignantly felt, triumphantly, as Mr..
Forester, with an air of proprietor
ship that was CALLING, put her into
her seat, tucked the blue robe over
her knees and settled himself COM
fortably at her side, the blue flags
ready for action.
In her misery she tried to bluff.
After all, what was Harvard to here
Herfather was Baltimorean, edu-
Gated 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 a Yale
man, blue flag in her hands
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 daugh-
ter of Wolcott, the granddaughter
of Winthrop She was a traitor,
and she knew it. The mass of Grim
son before her seemed to take form
and distinctness, and 10 her excited
imagination the faces Of all her
friends, notably the gang, stood
out, reproachfully and critically
gazing at her.
Suddenly came quick yell, swell
ing and deepening-the Yale cheer
and when it was ended-loud and
generous applause from all sides
and colors; then deafening shout
from everywhere, as the Yale team
came in at one 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 Eng
land, the Harvard eleven!
The blue Of III instant before was
eclipsed now by the fash of GRIM
son, and as the "Rah, 'rah, 'rah,
Har-vard!' rent the air, Kathleen
Duer started up, then dropped back
in her seat, shamefaced and abash-
ed, the blue flag falling 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,
only to lose it and have it kicked
back.
Kathleen sat breathless. Dividing
her attention between the field and
the patronizing assurances at her
side that al was going we'll for
US, she ignored her neighbors on
the other side. 1t was not until that
happening Of the unexpected, that
brilliant punt against the wind,
when red flag sprang aeiiantly
into being beside her, that she rec
ognized in the cheering voice the
one that had initiated her into the
mysteries of football and taught her
how to cheer for Harvard.
You, On the Vale side!." she
exclaimed, and he answered.
Yes, Miss Duer, but wearing the
right colors They had not ex-
changed another word, but she had
taken time to glance carelessly
around him and note that beyond
was nothing but men.
II w.s when the bull wuS at Yale $