The Brunswick news. [volume] (Brunswick, Ga.) 1901-1903, 1902-12-14


oyertake the old man, figure in
much-begrimcd canvas Jacket sprang
out among them, and clearing the
tracks at a bound. alighted beside the
swaying form Of the man in danger.
A shudder and a wave of pitiful re-
greet swept over the motionless crowd.
He can never drag him back in time"
they breathed '@rhey win both DO
Killed oh, the pity of itr'
But the football man had not thought
Of dragging the unsteady figure in
front of either approaching engine. In
an instant he had tackled the man and
thrown him fiat upon the ground be-
tween the two tracks, for all the world
quite as il he had been an opponent
on the football field. Then he dropped
lightly on top of him, and lay there
motionless while the two trains thun-
dered past on each side of them and
the crowd stood waiting, spellbound.
In much less time than it takes to
describe The episode was over. and
what might have been a tragedy hal
proved only bit of melodrama after
all. yet as Clinton jumped up and
pulled the old man to his feet applause
and cheers louder than any that had
greeted him on the football field rang
in his ears
Abashed and overwhelmed by such
an ovation, Clinton made haste 10 ell
bow his way through the crowd, and
~ so dain% nearly overthrow his own
brother Harold, who happened to be
standing directly in his path.
For heavens sake, was that you,
Clinton?" he cried in establishment.
do let me get out of this. his
brother responded, impatiently. "They
need not make such a fuss because
knocked the old duffer over" and he
bolted ia the direction of the gymna-
SUM
Saturday nights generally brought
The scattered members of the Crompton
family together, as the collegians all
spend sunday under the parental roof
tree.
On this particular Saturday evening
all were assembled before Clinton came
in, Harold was all agog to describe
the scene that he had witnessed, but
be unselilshly held his tongue. IN
not spoil his story Cor him, but will
give MIN a chance 60 do justice 10 it. :"
he mentally calculated, as he watched
his brother swallowing his soup with
unrufied composure
But Clinton said nothing upon the
vital subject, aud Harold looked at him
with increasing surprise. as he judi
cially set forth the respective merits Of
the opposing football teams and called
attention TO their most vulnerable
points.
'I'll turn in early tonight. l think"
lie yawned rs he withdrew from the
dining room Il put pretty solid work
into the last hair of that game" and
he leisurely wendell his way up stairs.
Il wish that Clinton would put a
little solid work into something else
his father volunteered as he disap-
pearod fieln The room
/ At this Harold, WHO had in times
past repeatedly scoffed at his brothers
athletic proclvitles, instantly fired up,
Father he burst forth. you're
making a big mistake about Clinton.
He's got more genuine stuff In him
than all the rest Of us put together,
and II It's foot bail that's done It, the
sooner we al 20 IN fo4 The game the
better and then he proceeded to give
| a graphic account of the afternoons
experience, which caused his father
to blow his nose loudly and repeatedly,
while his eyes glistened with happy
pride, and which sent his mother weep
ing in search Of the sleepy athlete,
who could not understand what he
had done that was worth making such
a fuss about.
A few days later Mr.. Crompton re-
eeiyed a note from his old friend Rob
erf Choatc, which ran somewhat as
lfoilovs
Dear Crompton: I hear that your
| Clinton is going in for law, and if so,
j want him. When he gets through
with the law school you can hand him
over to me- for he's just the material
that / am on the lookout Tor, and Won
may wen be proud Of him. He scared
| me out of years growth the other
afternoon ut the station. the young
rascal. but in spite of that wish you
would tell him to come around and
take dinner with me some night, for
want to talk to him. With kind re-
| CARDS to Mrs Crompton, believe me
lever your friend,
ROBERT CHOATE."
4 When Clinton came home the follow
! ing Saturday his father handed hin
| the note, remarking: I'm afraid
/ haven't appreciated your football, old
man, but I'm going to do better in the
future. and, by the way. Clinton, heal
that you're to play in the game mex
week. Is that soT'
Il Clinton nodded.
Very we'll then Mr.. Crompton con
4 finued; your mother ana / woult
/ like to have you get us the best seats
that can be bought, for we've set ON
hearts upon going up TO see you make
the first Touchdown New ssQrl
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