The Worcester spy. [volume] (Worcester, Mass.) 1898-1904, 1901-11-25

on the heels of long, low punt; to skirt
the opposing ends behind perfect Interior
ence and run 30 yards to touchdown;
perhaps-to-but what was the use of think.
ing about it? 1t was all behind him now,
and getting further away with every min
utes flight OF the rushing train. He was
glad he had left 1t all. He would see Dad
soon! Old Dad! How hard he must be
working, with all those annoying squalling
little wretches, sick, all over the town. He
must be lonesome, there all by himself.
Yes, he was glad he was going TO see Dad,
and let the school rage if it wanted to. What
was school compared to Dad, anyway?
Charlie was reused from his brown study
by the Trademarks roar of "Barbridge!"
in his ear. He had to change cars here.
He descended to the station platform and
stood waiting for the other train, when
the telegraph operator tapped him on the
shoulder. "Mr. Charles TOWN." he asked.
Charlie nodded and was handed tele-
gram. wait where you are" he read.
will reach Barbridge at eleven FIVE" His
fathers name was signed to the message
and upon looking at his watch Charlie
found that he had but three minutes to
wait. He paced the platform impatiently,
trying to guess the cause of this very un-
usual request, until the train came in.
His father sprang from the platform of
the smoker and came to meet him with
beaming face.
81 thought l would catch you, boy" he
said. Il wired to four points on the line
to be sure of you. want to see YOU win
that game for Valley School" Charles
heart swelled with a sudden joy, so keen
that he could not speak; then sank again
II don't believe, | can get back In time"
he faltered. "It takes four hours from
here, yon know, and there's no train for
an hour and the game begins at g."
NONSENSE" said his father. 'Tll wire
them to delay matters, and you know no
contest ever comes OF on time, anyhow"
When they reached the academy town they
found the streets deserted. Everyone is
at the field said Charlie. Hear thatY'
faint gust of cheering came from the
grounds, half mile away.
Valley School had grim visions of defeat.
The first half had closed with Il score of
to 0, in Millville's favor. The enemy had
slowly, stubbornly advanced the ball the
length of the field for touchdown. after
smashing the choicest trick plays Of Val
ley Schools eleven. A goal had followed.
The home team was not pulling together
The players did not get off well at the
signals. The ball was not put in play
properly. Fumbles were frequent. Their
pet play. a bluff right-end run, delayed
pass, and then a mass on left tackle, had
resulted in loss every time it had been
tried. Their confidence was gone. Still
their defensive game was excellent. Time
after time there had been individual plays
of the most sensational order, yet they
could not advance the ball Millville had
slowly but surely worn them out, driven
them back and ever back toward their goal
line, then past it, and they were beaten
team at the end of the first half
Now the second half had began. The ball
had been in play scarcely five minutes, and
Melville, by steady hammering Of the line,
had forced the ball to Valley Schools
10-yard line. A small contingent from Mil
vile shouted madly. The crowded grand
stand was silent The coach pranced up and
down the side lines and implored a brace
1t came. Three times the Melville warriors
butted their heads into a defense that would
not yield. They had not tried trick play
once On the next signal the fullback, be-
hind three players, licked around left end.
Half the Milville team were before them in
an Instant but Mlviles lusty right guard
had the ball. and he plunged through the
weakened center. He colided with stocky
little figure and fell back yard. The sub
stitute quarter Black had by magnih-
cent tackle saved Valley School from an