The Birmingham age-herald., 1903-08-24
Cadet StOries-HOW The Game Was Won.
BY WILLIAM WALLACE wHITELoeK.

separated ole of the cadets was seen lying the ground.
 Time" cried the umpire, and Garry picked up the wounded soldier fin his brawny arms and carried him on the field.
 Gary Garry' said . timld voice at his elbow, and hand pluckcd his sleeve as he arose from deposit.ng the injured player on an outspread coat.
 Well, what is it?" lmpatlently inquired the Irishman as he turned to face McChes- ney, the boy whom Shorty Carson and his friends had taught much needed lesson in values.
 With difficulty MeChesney stammered a scarcely audible sentence Into "Garry's" ear
 Whats thatY' cried the astounded indi vidual. You come over to 'Slouchy George with me this instant" and grabbing the Frightened boy by the collar he hustled him across the field on n dead run 10 where the 1elinquents were marching up and down.
 Professor" he panted, when they stood before the chemistry instructor. this man says Haswell didn't leave the water turned on; he was the one.
 'Is that so, McChesney?" asked the teacher, sharply.
 "Yes, sir" replied McChesney. 'I did It, but couldn't bear to see the game lost, so owned up 10 it.
 You are excused. Mir. Haswell. Report to your room under arrest, McChesney"
 Quick, hustle into your football cothesr cried Garry" giving Henry an unnecessary shove toward quarters. "I'll hold the game tlll you get back if l have to catch the humps to do it.
 Five minutes later Henry trotted out onto the field In place of the injured player, and the battle was on again.
 "Hoorayl Hoo-ray! L. .. M. A! Has well!'' shouted the corps as the ball was snapped back and tossed Into the eager hands of the new halfback
 Forward he shot as though projected out of catapult, but like pack of hounds the opposing team was upon him, and he was downed with Il gain of only one yard. An other trial, and two more yards were se- cured
 Ten minutes still to playr' announced the umpire. And the ball was still in the cadets territory.
 Five, six. nine. three" cried the quar- terback, and the next moment the ball was tossed to Garry" for kick But one of the enemy broke through and he was downed before he could raise his foot Eight yards had been lost
 The corps yelled ncouragingly, but every one felt that the game had been lost
 We've done you this time, Lansngr' cried the opposing captain in premature ex- ultation.
 Seven, eight, five, tWo!" cried the quar- terDack Defofe the aStontshed visitors, who had already relaxed their efforts, realized that the scrimmage had been formed and a moment later Henry held the ball safely tucked away under his left arm
 Five minutes to play!"
 'There he goesl Knock him over. Has well! Good boy! Great!' shrieked the on lockers in an ecstasy of excitement as Henry went speeding down the field, dash ing aside greedy hands that sought to pull him down. He had now reached the enemy's twenty five yard line, and but one man remained to pass. But from be hind came the sound as of galloping horse and he neryously glanced over hls shoulder. Not yard behind him came pursuing hgure-the redoubtable Sim mons, the fastest man on the other team Could he outrun him for the short dIs- tance still remaining? But there was an other danger to be met-the figure crouch ing for him ten feet in front of the goal posts ready to pull him to earth. Grittlng his teeth and assuming cannibalistie ex- pression of eountenance, Henry dashed straight at the waiting tackle as though