The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1910-12-02
THE EVENING STORY
sonIe,s GREAT Rum.
(By William G. Kirschbaum.)

For weeks the toWnSpeople mad
talked of nothing else, and every
! spectator, wearing the college color.
! Old Sam Jones. the leading dry goods
merchant, had done a rushing bust
ness in the sale of blue ribbons and
| is no wonder when a movement was
started for a general suspension of
business for that Afternoon. that he
readily responded.
The Singletons represented a rival
college, a few miles north of Fair
field. For years Fairfield had boosted
of its college, one of the best in
the Old Bay State, and her citizens
thing undertaken by the faculty of
that institution. And there was moth
| ing slow in the personnel of that
faculty. The professors might be
gray with age, but they were not an
! cient in their views. They were
abreast of the times and had adopted
a very liberal policy, which appealed
not only to the students, but to the
parents.
ever one in town, and the morrow
babe fair to be gala day in its his
tory. Much was expected of the Fair
field eleven. The Singletons had faced
| the best teams in the Interscholastic
| the Fairfield eleven had been equally
| successful. The championship rested
| on the morrow's game, and fortune
| favored the blues, inasmuch as a lucky
drawing earlier in the season had
named Fairfield as the scene Of the
great contest.
This suited the Fairfielders. for it
| was only few months back that the
Singletons had marched on the FAR
field grounds victors in the closing
game of the baseball season And there
! was not ball crank in town Who was
not anxious for revenge.
Line Soule was responsible for that
| defeat, and he knew as well as any
body. with the score toa. his muff
I of an easy fly in short left, gave Sin
gleton the winning run. for Fred
Browne, who was on third base,
dashed for the home plate as he saw
! fore leaving Fairfield that evening
/ the Singletons painted the little town
crimson. The rough house play of the
victors that evening will never pc Tor
/ gotten, and that defeat was never
mentioned except with thoughts OF
Line soule felt it keenly, and no
one thought of abiding to that mis-
play in his presence: AS the IootnaH
season approached he was as deter
mined as usual, and when the sea-
son had progressed, he as the right
| half back had performed wonders on
the gridiron. His playing. had been
Hes H ST the man to lay for" "Put in
vour interference on his end" and
similar advice was given the Single
tons before the contest.
The night before the tn ., great game
SUM and talked over plans for the
morrow. Then the brawny youths
wendell their way to their quarters.
Line Soule headed straight for the
town and some of his comrades
thought he had taken offense because
of an accidental allusion to the defeat
of the last summer.
| Binxie. the little quarterback. who
roomed with Line. gazed on MS pal
then in a voice more emphatic than
grammatical. begged him to come
back. -.
! turn. in: wen be better for 1t in the
morning., was his logical advice.
"All right, Binxie. I'll be with you
lin an hour, you need not worry about
me- I'll be IN the game tomorrow.
! town" was Lines. reply.
/ He walked until he reached neat
/ cottage on the main street AS ne
ascended the steps it was evident ne
was no stranger. 1t was the home OF
Duncan Butler, one of the professors
| of Fairfield college.
A bright eyed girl answered. the
| bell, and when Line entered the re-
ception room, his greeting was:
/ L1Qd, L Wdlb yOo ~ 6oN ~ s~-S
game tomorrow
ooh, Line, + do so want to CO."
| she said, "btit had better not; you
know if it hadn't been for me last
horrid Fred Browne make that rum
and I mean to stay at home.
ST know, Ida, the boys think
had nv eyes on you instead of the ball
that afternoon. and that Is JUST why
us it best. liner she asked:
eyes," was the quick reply. II want
/ you to be on the field. I want to
show the boys that you were not re-
sponsibIe for that muff I mean to re-
deem myself tomorrow, and you are
the girl to see me do it, want the
boys to know that I can play as gooo
a game here as I do away from home.
Wifh reluctant Eyes Ida But
Ter promised to accompany her moth
er, and Line Soule went home happy.
AS he retraced his steps to his rooms
several of the fellows were on the
gone a short time, and 1t needed no
prophet to tell where he had been. His
face was wreatfed in smiles.
Entering his room, Binxie sat in the
l1ounging chair waiting his arrival. 1t
didn't take long for the two to get to
bed, but before sleep closed their eyes
Line had told his chum what had TAX
en- him down town. adding, It'll show
that crowd a trick tomorrow they
| won't soon forget"
The next day dawned bright and
clear The air was crisp and cool,
and long before the noon hour the
little place was in holiday dress. What
business had to be done was accom-
i plished in the morning. and with the
ringing OF the old town bell at IL,
| business was at a standsti1l.
The midday incoming trains had
1 brought hundreds of strangers, many
from nffnnr Snhna1 Uhn were
anxious to see the rivals clash on the