Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1904-05-18


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-
easion. Masterson himself had once
redeemed it By kicking goal from the
field. Masterson thought of this col
lege team which bowed to none other
than to It's successful rival.
"AH" muttered Masterson to him
self, sis fair in love" Then he wrote
a letter to the captain of the college
team.
send me one or two good men,"
he wrote. There's $1,000 in 1t, and
you can have the bigger part of 1t.
am working for something else, and
/ want to win this game. McClena-
han has new man or two that Pm
afraid of. | won't take chances"
The president of the college club,
with an eye on the $1,000, Immediate
" 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 q com
posite bouquet made up of two, sent
to her by Masterson 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 filed with strangers,
There was an air of mystery abroad.
Suddenly 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 Mastersons alma mater team.
But the applause had not died down
when dozen men in the Pedestrian
gers they were-went mad with excite
ment. ."Rahl 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.
"All's 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 Masterson had played,
knew that the Wayside team were 60
ing out to certain destruction. Not
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
vardr' it cried And then everybody
knew, for Tommy McClenahan had
been kept informed of certain thing
by Miss Betty's small brother and had
profited accordingly. Tommy had
checkmated Masterson for sure.
And accordingly the Yalevard team
a goodly portion of the gate receipts.
And as the Quincetown-Ya levard Off
cial game approaches it 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 game:'
Miss Betty smiled. "Alrs fair" she
answered "You asked me thirteen
times-what could you expectT
Later she lifted up her face to Tom
my's to be kissed. Il knew you'd win
that game some way" she remarked.
She shuddered. 1T would have been
awful if you hadn't"