Tazewell Republican. [volume] (Tazewell, Va.) 1892-1919, 1903-12-03

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her all about 1t, only to become en-
tangled in one of those sarcastic con-
versations which ended In quarrel.
To cool off l went out for a turn In
the water, intending to return and
apologize for some things | said.
When / was nicely out in the. middle
the wind went down and left me
lulled two miles from shore, my sails
empty and no sign Of an oar"
"Well?" asked Ned leaning against
the mantelpiece and becoming inter-
ested.
well! 1t wasn't well at ALL" cor
rected Bob, impatien'ly. when |
finally reached the hotel, several
hours later. she was gone, but not
without a parting shot at me in
note. She said a lot of things about
people losing their tempers and all
that rot. and Of how a real gentleman
would have apologzed for what had
said. You see. she thought it was In
tentional-my going out on the lake
and remaining until she was gone"
Bob's eyes sought the pennant
again. .
But why don't you write to her?
She'll listen to reason" Ned was be-
ginning to show signs of sympathy.
81 did. and I'm waiting for the ans
wer"
and the pennant-how about
THAR" asked Ned.
"Oh. she gave that to me-before.
It's all have Of hers"
"Do you realize that you haven't
enlightened me as to who her is|
"She's Iourene Richmond. And by
Jove. she is pretty! Lives in Corn
ing"
It was Bob's own fault that he did
not detect the shaft Of surprise that
shot across his friends face.
well it's pretty tough, old man,
but this won't win our game for US.
Come. we must practice. A bump or
two on the girdlron will shake all
sentiment out Of you. We must do
those fellows Saturday"
A few minutes later. when they
stepped into the street together Ned
ran on ahead and disappeared around
the corner, ostensibly to telephone
friend. But the telephone message
was written on a telegraph blank and
read
Miss Gladys Irving, Corning, n.
Y: Arrange to come to game on Sat-
urday and bring Lourene without
fail. NED.
Harvard had not scored. Express
sions of mingled surprise and disap-
pointment were plainly visible on
many faces in the crowded stand.
Terbell. the halfback, had fumbled
every ball in the first half. He was
not playing in his usual form.
When time" was called Ned Sum-
mers rushed I'D to a small boy stand
ing on the field. All out OF breath
from playing, he gasped
Run to Bob Terbelrs room. Know
where It is? All right. Bring the
pennant hanging on the mantel. Bring
it here as fast as you can scamper."
As the players took their positions
for the second half Rob Terbell, bend
ing over with his head between his
knees. glanced casually at the grand
stand. Through the space he saw a
whitelettered pennant floating in the
breeze. Without thought of the game
he stood erect, just as the signal was
to be given. On a pretense Of adjust
ing his noseguard he stood for a min
ute while the signal was held.
"X-Y-X-11-13" called the quarter
back, as Bob resumed his position.
The fight for the pigskin was on.
Bob played football as we'll in the
second half as he had played badly in
the first. and all because he saw a
face behind a flying pennant.
"But you played so much better in
the last half. Bob" said Lourene as
she put a little hand in two big ones
in the deserted grand stand. Two
other thoughtful young persons were
walking in an opposite direction.
"You saved the day"
NO. you did it." replied Bob look
ing ridiculously happy and forgetting
to release he hand he held. "You
won the game for Harvard. But for
the sight of your face, so unlocked
for, behind that flying pennant.
should have fumbled through the
whole game. A part of my anatomy
was wanting"
And a long time afterward, when
he had taken off his football clothes
and had regained some of his equani-
nifty, he said do you suppose dear,
that you could help me win the bat
tie of life as you did the game to-day
You can-but will youY
"If it is so easily won, Bob" she
said, as they began on the second half
of the game.