Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1904-05-13

were after the G1.010 and the applause
of the community. They worked.
Masterson. on the contrary, gave his
team rest. Everybody wondered
why, but Masterson was car. and
they left him alone. Now, Masterson
was the graduate of college whose
name is a household word-a college
which battles with another college on
the football field every fall, upon
which battle hangs the interest of mil
lions. 1t is invariably the game of the
year But this college team stands
up to be defeated, except upon oc-
casion. Masterson himself had once
redeemed it by kicking a goal from the
field. Masterson thought of this col
lege team which bowed to none other
than to its successful rival
GAIL muttered Masterson to him
self, lis fair in love" Then he wrote
letter to the captain of the college
team.
"Send me one or two good men,"
he wrote. "There's $1,000 in it, and
you can have the bigger part of it.
L
l want to win this game. McClena-
han has a new man or two that I'm
afraid of. l won't take chances
The president of the college club,
with an eye on the $1,000. Immediate
ly replied and favorably too. Mas
terson, who had been to this time
somewhat uncertain, now rubbed his
hands with glee The day arrived
and the hour. Miss Betty Pennington,
with sparkling eyes, wearing Il com
posite bouquet made up Of two, sent
to her by Mastcrson and McClenahan,
was seated in the front row on the
grand stand. MastersOn came out and
looked the field over and waved at
Miss Betty. My Betty he said to
himself McClenahan did the same.
The air was filled with vague unrest
The stands were filled with strangers
There was an air of mystery abroad.
Suddenly a door where the Frankfort
men were quartered opened, and eleven
men filed out, clothed in the Frankfort
colors AS they came across the field
there was a gasp from the ignorant
and an uproarious laugh from the
knowing. Suddenly a man on the
stand stood up and shouted. "Helm-
staedter." he cried. "Helmstaedter"
Everybody looked and then huzzaed,
for the first man Of the team was
none other than the famous quarter
back of MastersOn's alma mater team.
But the applause had not died down
when dozen men in the field-straD-
gers they were-went mad with excite
ment "Rah, Rah! Rah! Ounce
town! Quincetown! Ounce" they
yelled. And then everybody knew.
For not only Helmstaedter, but every
man on the Frankfort team. was none
other than one of the regular Ounce
town college team disguised in Frank
fort colors. Miss Betty turned pale.
Masterson, across the field, smiled.
"Alrs fair" he assured himself.
Another door opened and Tommy
McClenahan stepped out The Way
side team followed him-eleven Way
side stalwarts. They rushed into the
field pelmell. Everybody, realizing
the trick that Mnsterson had played.
knew that the Wa. side team were GO
ing out to certain destruction. Not a
word was uttered. however, until the
two teams began to line up. At that
| instant however the two teams gazed
into each others faces. and the Ounce
town team blanched and stepped back.
! Then pandemonium broke loose.
"Yalevard! Yalevard Yalevard"
cried half hundred strangers. The
whole stand arose and yelled. Yale
vardw it cried And then everybody
knew, for Tommy McClenahan had
been kept informed of certain things
by Miss Betty's small brother and had
profited accordingly. Tommy had
checkmated Masterson for sure.
And accordingly the Yalevard team
carried off its share OF the $1,000 and
goodly portion Of the gate receipts.
And as the Quincetown- Yalevard off,
cial game approaches 1t is no wonder
that the odds have been fixed at to
l on Yalevard. for the Frankfort
Plains score was SO to O.
You don't mean to say, Miss Bet
ty," said Masterson, that you would
let your marriage hang on the mere
score of a gamer
Miss Betty smiled. "All's fair" she
answered You asked me thirteen
times-what could you expect?'
Later she lifted up her face to Tom
my's TO be kissed. II knew you'd win
that game some way" she remarked
She shuddered. at would have been
awful if you hadn't"