The Calhoun chronicle. [volume] (Grantsville, W. Va.) 1883-1984, 1898-02-08


the blue tie, was oppressed by the
blue rug. stified by the perfume of
tho blue violets.
The two blue silk flags on the seat
before her, with their staring and OBJ
trusive white Y's, tempted her each
moment to pitch them out of the win
dow, aud she would have yielded to
the temptation had it not been for the
sudden view through that same win.
dow of d smooth, light brown head,
whose owner was hanging on to the
platform of passing car, apparently
oy 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 gracious that Mr., Forester nctu-
ally slipped his fingers into his waist.
coat pocket. deciding that delay was
dangerous; then she relapsed into a
gloom, and the fingers slipped ont
again.
1t was 1.4O o'clock when they
reached the Field aud pushed their
way through the crowd TO the Yale
side. The two long lines of seats
were already filed, the ends crowded ::
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 Mt
her with curiosity. The men with
them, whom she had met at POUCH
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 air of proprietorship that was
CALLING, put her into her seat. tucked
the blue robe over her knees and set
tied himself comfortably at her side,
the blue flags ready for action.
In her misery she tried to bluff. At
ter all, what was Harvard to her? Her
father was n Baltimoreau, educated
abroad; her brothers Johns Hopkins
men; why should she feel herself n
traitor because she was Watching the
Yale Harvard game from Yale seats.
the guest of n Yale man, n blue flag in
her hand?
Plausible, but uselessl 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 n VOL
colt, the granddaughter of Winthrop
she was traitor, and she knew it.
The mass of crimson before h er seemed
to take form and distinctness, and to
her excited imagination the faces of
all her friends, notably 1.-THE gang. "
stood ont, reproachfully and critically
gazing at her.
Suddenly came quick yell, swell
ing aud deepening-the Yale cheer. and
when 1t was ended, loud and generous
applause from all sides and colors.
Then, deafening shout from every
where, IA the Yale team came in Mt
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 England, the Harvard eleven !
The blue of nn instant before was
ecllpsed now by the flash of crimson.
and rs the 'Rah, 'rah, 'rah, Har-vardl"
rent the air, Kathleen Duer started up.
then dropped back in her seat, shame.
laced and Hbashed, the blue flag fall
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.
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
all was going we'll "for u.s." she
Ignored her neighbors on the other
side. 1t was not until thathappeninp
OF the unexpected, that brilliant punt
against the wind, when n red flag
spranG defiantly into being beside
her' that she recognized in the cheer
ing voice the one that had inflated
her into the mysteries Of football and
tan GIT her how to cheer for Harvard.
You. On the Yale sidew she ex-
claimed, and he answered
Yes. Mss Duer, but wearing the
right colors." They had not ex-
changed another word, but she had
taken time to glance carelessly around
him aud note that beyond were moth
ing but men.
1t was when the ball was Mt Yale's
fifteen yard line aud Yale putting IN
her gallant defence that Kathleen Duer
felt n hand on her arm and shaking il
OF Indignantly, turned to see Mr.
Forester holding a handkerchief to
his face.
"If you don't mind coming out g" he
was saying incoherenuy, behind it
folds. "I'm very sorry, but I'm afraid
we must 60"
"Noi Are you sick?"
ITS only my nose-f'm subject TO
thsm-I'm very sorry, but perhaps we
can come back, his voice wa, grow
ing more indistinct, and he was irving
to move away.
What's the matter with your nose ?
No, certainly, I'm not going; I'll stay
and -"
May / take charge Of Miss Duer
for you, Mr. Forrester?" said her
nci2hoor, leaning forward, adding
with the acuteness Of born lawyer
at would make you rather conspicu-
Gus 70 have her go out. wouldn't it2
And you'll be back in n minute
Mr.. Forester hesitatcd. n wos
hard on the girl to leave her with. of
all people in the world. that insane
young idiot Gralt But n hastv re-
treat was necessary; the boy was civil
enough, and IL would be unbearobIe TO
be stared ut while he pushed through