Waterbury evening Democrat., 1906-12-12

other man, Uncle
 "oscar Keith" Seymour. was
 the one that had q rival. You needn't tip your head back and look through your glasses that way!
 Well. then, I met him last spring, and was attracted right away, be- cause he was big and strong and all that. We weren't engaged though, un. til June. and after that everything was lovely until the. cool days came, this fall.
 Cool days! That isn't so bad. But wouldn't you be cool yourself if you got note after note saying, Can't take that walk this aft. It's too good day to practice Or, I'm sending you both the season tickets for that lecture course. Better get some girl to go with you. might have known, when I bought them. that couldn't waste October afternoons at lectures, but, you see, never was engaged before and suppose it went to my head
 Tt was football, you see, uncle, and man might as we'll be Mormon as try to be true to football and girl at tho same time. Days would pass with. out his coming near me, and when hs did come he couldn't talk about thing but tackles and buclxing the line.
 At first didn't show that felt hurt. Instead. got up little evening supper-the kind he always liked. Do you suppose he ate it? He looked re. proachful, as If I ought to have known without being told that he lived on birdseed and mush in football season -and he never touched crumb! Then he followed that by telling md that he'd have to go to bed at six every night after this and get up and take long runs in the carly morning. But he said Oscar Keith had agreed to be his sub in taking me to the the at,r the next evening-sn engagement we'd had for two weeks-and he seemed to think ought to be very grateful for his kindness in arranging that.
 Well, Oscar Keith! You know him! A Ph. D.-never played football in his life-but he was an attentive escort and quite interesting. He found out that I'd read few things myself. too.
 "The night after the theater up came Mir. Keith again with the word that Kenneth had sprained his ankle prac. ticing. and was in the depths of voc, not because he couldn't come to see me-oh. no!-but because he might lave to miss playing in the game Sat. urday. That was the night Mir. Keith brought me the copy of Peer Gynt' from his Ibsen set. A few evenings later he came up on purpose to tell me just where Ken wanted mo to sit on the grand stand Saturday, so that I could see him best. The ankle was coming all right, 1t seemed, but didn't get one word direct from Ken, and I couldn't help showing how felt about 1t when Mir. Keith delivered his verbal message
 Yes. went to the football game. It was the third one of my life. There were girls all around me. screeching, Co 1t Ken! Co 1t. Go it, Go it!' just as if he were an animal. and he looked enough like some queer animal, too! Those awful togs. Why. from the minute he trotted into the field with that noseguard on I could have gone through the floor. But the girls went on shrieking and jumping up and down, and the terrible mixed-up game went on. until at last. without a bit of warning. they turned and bounced on me, and told me how proud I was because Ken's magnificent playing had won that game! Then they rushed me down to the gate and just as We got there. Kenneth was car. ried out on the shoulders of four boys.
 Such fright! His hair was wild: there was mud plastered all over bis