El Paso herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1901-1931, 1911-03-02
The Herald's
Daily Shsrt Story
Rose Carnaby's Hero

match were, perhaps, the most miser-
able Jack Ford had experienced during
the whole course Of his existence. He
was sullen and morose. and inclined
to be quarreisome. The trainers were
anxious about him, for it was plain
that he was not his usual self. Only
the manager guessed what was the mat
ter, and he held his tongue.
The match against Aston Villa in
the second round Of the English Cup
was more important to the Rovers
than an ordinary cup-tie. The Rovers'
gates" had been going down Of late.
and victory over the clever Birming-
ham club would subsequently prove a
great financial blessing
Twenty thousand people. including
over 5000 Of the Villas supporters, in
vaded the Rovers' enclosure to see the
match. Rose Carnaby, with Heron il
close attendance. sat in the second row
of the grandstand.
Suddenly a roar went up, bells were
rung and the braying of a trumpet rang
out discordantly from the crowded
slopes. The Rovers were taking the
field
Rose leaned forward Where was
Jack? Presently she saw him. He came
out last Of all, his head bent, his Shout
ders slightly STOPPING, the color gone
from his face.
Have 1 made him look like that?"
she thought, and her heart smote her
Three minutes later the game COM
menced, and the Rovers flattered their
supporters by setting up. a hot attack
on the Villa goal But the visitors
defence was like a rock and gradu-
ally they gained the upper hand.
Suddenly a curious sound broke in
ripples from every quarter of the
arena, for the Villas center-forward
had snapped up a clever pass and gone
clean through the home defence with
the ball at his toe, and only Jack stood
between him and the net.
The forward drove the ball hard into
a corner Of the goal, and then great
cry Of relief, a great cheer Numbered
from thousands of threats as Jack
threw himself sideways, got one hand
to the ball and. falling, thrust it round
the post.
Nothing much the matter with him
after ALL" was the managers verdict
AS for Rose, she clapped her little
gloved hands, and thought Jack was
the finest goal keeper in all England.
That was the first of many fine
saves, for the Villa forwards were in
form, and Jack played the game of his
life that afternoon.
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In the first minute of the second
half the Villa forced a corner, which
was well taken, and resulted in melee
in the homesters' goal-mouth. Jack
dived for the ball among a host OF
hacking feet, and, after it had been
kicked into midfield, it was discovered
that he was hurt. One Of his hands
elasped the other, and he leaned
against one of the posts, biting his lip,
What is the mater with him? What
is the matter?" Rose cried, turning to
Heron, with face nearly as white as
Jacks.
Nothing much said Heron shortly
'1ookp'
One of the backs came up and said
something to Jack, but he shook his
head and, clasping his hands behind his
back, began to pace up and down the
goal.
Shortly afterward, the vast concourse
of spectators behaved like mad things
and a prolonged roar went up, for the
Rovers broke away, and one of their
inside forwards headed into the villa
net from high center from the left.
From then on until the end it was a
! ding-dong struggle, each side attack
ing in turn, and then, when the game