Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1905-11-22

should they still be cheering? 1t was
not for some moments that Re rea-
liked that the sounds came from the
stands where he blu, waved triumph.
ant, and that the 6 eat crimson
decked crowds to his left and behind
him were sullen and silent. For a
moment the great stands seemed 10
be dropping and sin / & ay till,
as the sinking ceased, lie reali g
that 1t h9d teen only the great mass
es which had BEN standing settling
down into seats again.
A single figure, dozen tiers up
and opposite the fiye-yard line, re
NAMED standing-a trim little girlish
figure in gray suit, across which
the wind whipped a broad crimson
streamer. The girl stood all aloha
for a moment, ia ing not tie two
teams at the end of the field, hut the
quarterback all aloae In the center.
With one hand she waved crimsoa
flag prou .ly aud confidently; and she
extended the other hand to the nan
beside her.
The Yale captain dropped behind
his own goal for a kick, and Gray, the
Harvard full-back, ran down beside
Barstow, while the ends spread out.
The tall rose in high elliose an ]
hoverei for moment over the fire. h
man quarterback. On the right an end
came down rapidly, but Grey threw
himself forward, and " ent down with
him. On the left the other end
threatened, but Barstow ca ght the
ball in his arms and darted forward,
lodging quickly. Five yards, ten
yards he ran. Fifteen yards; and his
own men were about him staving of
tackles. Twenty yards he ran, ard
then
One man was bandaging his head
while another was ba hing his flce
with a very dirty sponge. In the ex.
citement the pail of "training-table'
water had been dashed over him for
he could feel the soaked oatm cal
flakes sticking to his cheeks. He was
hugging something in his arrs and
murmuring to himself.
YES" Gray was answering him,
yes. It's the ball. You have the
ball. You have the ball David. They
threw you pretty hard, old man; but
get up. Come on. David. Get up.
You're all right?"
There was alcohol in the fresh
sponge which they passed over h s
face, and the freshman staggerel to
his feet.
Certainly" he said. apologetically.
"Of course"
"Harvard's ball on Yale's thirty
yard line?" the newspaper men
shouted down. Five minutes to
play?" they asked.
Barstow did not hear the answer,
for the big men were crouching about
him once more.
"25-53-64-2s-92!" he called.
"37-43-85-9O-51!"
Series of numbers burned blue AMI
yellow upon his eyeballs. He shout.
ed at them and drove them away.
Methodically, but quickly and accu.
rately, he grasped the hall from he.
tween the legs of the man before
him. He hurled it into the arms OF
the back running up from behind and
he chung to the runner,-except when
instinct sent him ahead,-pushing
pushing, pushing all the time. Then
some one would help him up Just as
q fresh row of figures danced before
him. And he would do 1t all over
again and again. ,.is,. Sc.
On his lie the deep, regular roar
reverbrating like the echoes of a
mighty sledge, and on his right the
quicker, painting cheers grew louder
and more indistinguishable, till they
blended together into mighty, in.
coherent sound. The lime from still
another transverse mark stung his
eyes as he fell forward, and they
forgot for an instant to pick him up
Something very cold and singing
struck his face, and voice came to
him once more. The five-yard line
The five-yard line, David" it said
"David-David-'
As he crouched again, he knew
without looking that he was on the
five.yard line once more; but he stag
gered little. and the friendly nun
bers which had flashed before him
had ceased to burn. He faltered a
signal, however, but as the ball came
to him on the snap-back, 1t slime /
from his useless arms. He sighed
thankfully then, as Gray covered the
ieaSher with his body. The quarter.
back called signal again, and this
time he passed the ball safely, bu,
as he ran weakly beside his hals
back, a Yale end brushed him aside
easily, and downed the Harvard run.
ner in his tracks. 1t was third down
with still five yards to ga'n-and the
last five yards.
mo. There's no one else" he heard
the captain say, as he lay upon the
ground. There's no one else we car
put In" r
There's no one else" It thun.
dered in the little freshman's ears.
There's no one else" 1t seemed
to come to him from all about
Pityingly and exultantly 1t came from
the north and west stands; ana bit
terly and reproachfully It sounded In
the roar from the south Of the field
Even the flags, the crimson flags
waved angrily and resentfully at him
But no-not all. For sending out
confidence and inspiration from ever,
fold. one flag fluttered proudly high
above the rest-as high as little
girl in gray suit, with a crimson
ribbon whipping across her chest
could raise 1t.
"35-62-37-18-3S."
He half knelt upon one knee behind
his line. He took the ball and passed
1t back. With a mighty effort the
center guard opened a hole in the line
before him. Pushing, pushing and
Juggling behind his full-back as the
others closed about them. the little