The Huttig news., 1911-03-18
SOULE'S c GREAT R LIN
By WILLIAM c. KIRSCHBAUM
tcop,rrht, 1910. by Associated Literary Press.)

Fairfield was football crazy. Ev. erybody in town discussed the ap- preaching game between the Single tons and the local college eleven. For weeks the townspeople had talked of nothing else, and every maiden in the place was sure to be a spectator, wearing the college color. Old Sam Jonee, the leading dry -eods merchant, had done rushing busi- ness in the sale of blue ribbons and other trimmings of that color. and 1t is no wonder when a movement was started for a general suspension of business for that afternoon. thal he readily responded.
 The Singletons represented a rival college, a few miles north of Fair field. For years Fairfield had boast ed 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 noth, ing slow in the personnel of that fac ulty. The professors might be gray with age. but they were not ancient in their views. They were abreast Of the times and had adopted very liberal policy which appealed not only to the students but to the parents
 II was a popular institution with every one in town, and the morrow bade fair to be a gala day in it's his tory Much was expected of the Fair. field eleven. The Singletons had faced the best teams in the Inter scholastic league. winning in every game: while the Fairfield eleven had been equally successful. The cham. pionship rested on the morrows game and fortune favored the blues. inas. much as a lucky drawing earlier in the season had named Fairfield as the scene of the great contest.
 This suited the FairfeIders for 1t was only few months back that the Singletons had marched of the Fair field grounds victots In the closing game of the baseball season. And ibere was not a ball crank in town who was not anxious for revenge
 Line, Soule was responsible for that defeat. and he knew it as well as any body With the score to 3, his huff of an easy fly in short left. gave Sin gleton the winning run, for Fred Browne, who was on third base, dash ad for the home plate AS he saw the ball drop out of Lines mitt Before leaving Fairfield that evening the Sin. gleton's painted the little town crim son. The rough house play of the victors that evening will never be for gotten and that defeat was never men toned except with thoughts of re. venge.
 Line Soule felt 1t keenly, and no one thought of alluding to that mis- play in his presence AS the football season approached he was as deter mined as usual. and when the season had progressed he as the right half back had performed wonders on the gridiron. His playing had been tho talk of every club in the league Hes the man to lay for Put in your in. reference on his end, and similar advice was given the Singletons be- fore the contest
 The night before the great game the Fairfielders met in the gymnasium and talked over plans for the morrow. Then the brawny youths wended their way to their quarters.
 Line Soule headed straight for the town. and some of his comrades bought he had taken offense because of an accidental allusion to the defeat ot last summer.
 Bnxie, the little quarterback, who roomed with Line. gazed on his pal making strides for the center. and then in a voice more emphatic than grammatical. begged him to come back
 Come, old man. cut 1t out Let's turn in: we'll be better for it in the morning." was his logical advice.
 All right Binxie, I'll be with you in an hour; you need not worry about me. I'll be In that game tomorrow. sneyera4ear. But l must go down town was Lines reply
 He walked until he reached a neat cottage on the main street As he ascended the steps it was evident he was no stranger Ii was the home of Duncan Butler, one of the professors of Fairfield college.
 bright-eyed girl answered the bell. and when Line entered the re- ception room his greeting was:
 ''Lida, want you 10 go to the game tomorrow"
 "Oh. Line, I do so want to go," she said, but I had better not: you know if 1t hadn't been for me last summer you would never have let that horrid Fred Browne make that run. and I mean to stay at home
 T know. Lida. the boys think had my eyes on you instead of the ball that afternoon, and that is just why I want you to go tomorrow" he urged.
 "Is 1t best. Linc?" she asked
 Yes" was the quick reply. 'T want you to be on the field I want 10 show the boys that you were not responsible for that huff l mean to redeem myself tomorrow. and you are tho oirl tn see mo do if I want th n