Rogue River courier. (Grants Pass, Or.) 1886-1927, 1902-01-02


"oh. 60 bury yourself" he an
swered, and my fears were con-
firmed With carte blanche from the
faculty as to time. Guild had put of
his examination till the last minute,
and a failure now would be irremedi- I
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
party of students appeared. Nit was
out after his guests, and it fell 70 me
TO receive the men.
we have come TO see about Mr..
Guilds examination with Prof. Nit
ford" said the spokesman. They were
all anxious and nervous, but thought
/ detected a certain note of defiance
in the speakers voice. ! 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 Kensng-
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 10 gee
Mr.. Milford" She had told them, Of
course, that Mr.. Milford was at din
ner, and they had left. II was Diff
ferent party each 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 bewitching 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
q dignity which is unusual with him at
home, whatever he be in the classroom
MADAM, II he gets 80 per cent shall
pass him;" and the fair visitor saw at
once that she had tried TO carry her
tyranny beyond its proper domain.
A. 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. lie wanted 10 remain and hear
the result, but we told him that Prof.
Milford was out and might not be bnck
till late. He left In 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 appear. AZ last we went up
stairs. Though ! seldom read in bed,
that night / thought might profit by
q few hours, which would not In any
case be claimed by Morpheus But
what read made no impression on me
whatever. My thoughts were on the
game, and Guild, and Milford.
Finally the outer door ratified, and
Mitford's step was heard In the hall
below
"Mit," shouted Jim, "the papers on
the desk In your study"
"You mustn't come up till you've
read it," chimed in George from his
room
"Right!" I added, involuntarily, and
kicked myself Immediately afterwnrd
for doing so.
A loud "hmm" was his only answer,
as he stnlked into his study.
There was silence above and below
for about half an hour. And ] know
now that Nit spent most OF that time
with his eyes closed and his face In his
hands, in agony. He had read the pa
per, and given liberal credit FOR all that
was In II, and the figures summed up to
total Of exactly IS. Should he waive
his scruples and let the man through2 ?
II he did not. what would be his future
In Kensngton2 lie saw the sudden
end OF his popularity-the game lost
and his fault The conflict was long
and terrible.
"No, must do It, whatever the con
sequences" he muttered at last, and
turned to write the fatal number op
the paper. The room seemed suddenly
dark aud cold. As he turned the pages,
suddenly his eye fell on n sheet OF pa
per on the floor which he had over
looked. II was the answer to another
question-and II was right
lie jumped up like flash. Our ears
had been straining to catch some sound
below. lie rushed into the hall and
shouted triumphantly:
Hes passed; he's passed."
"Yea-S," was the yell Of three voices
from above, and the agony was over
Two days later Guild made i0-yard
run through the entire Pembroke team
for touchdown, and kicked the goal
himself And that run gave kensing-
ton the championship,