The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1901-04-02

tion YETI" I ventured to ask Nit in
the course of the day.
"Oh, go bury yourself" he an
swered, and my fears were con-
irmed. With carte blanche from the
faculty as to time, Guild had put off
his examination till the last minute.
and a failure now would be irremedi-
able. That evening we were to have
a party of guests to dinner-Mit's
friends, they were-and the talk could
be of nothing but the game. About
five o'clock the doorbell rang, and a
party of students appeared. Nit was
out after his guests, and it fell to me
to receive the men.
We have come to see about Mr..
Guilds examination with Prof. Nit
ford" said the spokesman. They were
AL anxious and nervous, put I though.
! detected a certain note of defiance
in the speakers voice. l consulted
with my chums, and at last we found
the examination paper which Nit
had prepared for the occasion. The
honor system is in vogue at Kensing-
ton, so they were allowed to take the
paper to Guilds room.
While we were at dinner the bell
rang at least a dozen times. The
maid returned each time with the an
nouncement: Some students to see
Mr.. Milford" She had told them, of
, course, that Mr.. Milford was at din
ner, and they had left. It was a diff
ferent party zach time. come to in
quire whether Guild had passed. And
all this time Guild was in his room,
presumably scribbling away for dear
life. During the evening the bell-ring-
ing kept up, and Milford each time re-
fused to see the callers. Our guests.
who were out-of-town people, and, Of
course, deeply interested in the game,
had been told Of the circumstances,
and plainly showed signs of curiosity.
why. you simply must pass him,
Mr.. Milford" said the Dewitching Mrs.
Alton, the chaperon Of the party. in
her most enticing voice. Just sup
pose we should lose the game on that
account"
Madam" said Milford. putting on
a dignity which is unusual with him at
home. whatever he be in the classroom
Madam, If he gets so per cent. l shall
pass him;" and the fair visitor saw at
once that she had tried to carry her
tyranny beyond its proper domain.
At length our guests departed. and
Nit went with them to escort them TO
the inn. Soon after they had gone, a
student came around with Guilds pa
per. He wanted to remain and hear
the result, but we told him that Prof.
Milford was out and might not be back
till late. He left in a state of obvious
perturbation. As for us words cannot
describe our anxiety. We talked and
talked. and walked restlessly about the
room and waited; but Milford still
failed to p ea At last we went up
stairs. Though I seldom read in bed,
that night 1 thought might profit by
a few hours. which would not in any
ease be claimed by Morpheus. But
what / read made no impression on me
whatever. Ny thoughts were Oh the
game, and Guild. and Milford.
Finally the outer door ratified, and
Mitford's step was heard in the hal
below.
Nit" shouted Jim. "the papers on
the desk in your study"
"You mustn't come up till you've
read it," chimed in George from hi
room.
Right" 1 added, involuntarily. ant
kicked myself Immediately afterwart
; for doing so.
A loud hmm was his only answer
as he stalked into his study.
There was silence above and below
for about half an hour. And l know
| now that Nit spent most of that TIM
T with his eyes closed and his face in hi
] hands, in agony. He had read the pa
per, and given liberal credit for all tina
/. was in it, and the figures summed up L
| a total of exactly As. Should he waiv'
L his scruples and let the man through
!, If he did not, what would be his future
in Kensington? He saw the suddeI
3 end of his populsrity-the game los
s and his fault The conflict was lon!
1 and terrible.
T mo. 1 must do it. whatever the con
7 sequences" he muttered at last, ant
!, turned to write the fatal number Q,
e the paper. The room seemed sudden.
= dark and cold. AS he turned the pages
s suddenly his eye fell on a sheet of pa
: per on the floor which he had over
e looked. 1t was the answer to anothe
t question-and ii was right!
He jumped up like a flash. Our ear
: had been straining to catch some SCUM
/ below. He rushed into the hall an
d shouted triumphantly:
Hes passed; he's passed."
$ "Yea-a," was the yell of three voice
S from above. and the agony was over.
! Two days later Guild made a 4o-yar
Z run through the entire Pembroke tear
h for a touchdown. and kicked the gos
l. himself. And that run gave Kensine
II ton the championship.
O
= A Pretty pam story.