Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1911-07-07

rvs cousin; fact which later gave
him decided advantage over other
men who discovered the little lady's
charm. Hourly he grew in the belief
that fate had deliberately taken a
hand in bringing them together. But
strong in jealousy.
Marjory, finding that her old friend
looked unhappy when other men
dangled at her neck, encouraged the
other men to dangle. Barry had no
serious misgivings, however, until an
other Richmond cantered gaily into
the field, clad in the three-fold armor
OF being an old Enthusiastically good
1looking-and, most fatal, Harvard
man. To cap all Miss Boston an.
nounced her intention of attending
the Yale-Princeton wearing only Har !.
ward colors. For of course I'm all for
Harvard, every time," she said, gaily.
All for Harvard! Barry, reading a
double meaning into the words, lost
all heart. Even the splendid victory
which fell to his old college could not
raise his spirits, loyal though he was.
AS he strolled home from the game
beside his sympathetic cousin his eyes
fixed modify on Marjory just ahead
with the infatuated Harvard man, he
decided to throw up the race and
leave town by the earliest train,
They were approaching a corner.
when the wild honking of an automo-
bile sounded, nearing rapidly. Glanc
ing up, with little cry, Marjory
started forward impulsively; but the
next second she was gripped and
swung aside, while Barry's big figure
hurtled through the air to where a lit
tie old woman, helpless with fright,
car. He caught the frail old body in
his arm as he swooped across the
track, and the great machine raced
by with a white-faced driver clinging
to a balky wheel.
1t was subdued Miss Boston who
came down to dinner that evening and
a snubbed Harvard man who declined
her hostess invitation to remain and
partake of the meal. But Barry knew
nothing of it, for he came in late after
seeing his poor old woman home. And
he mentioned casually that he should
take the midnight train.
At this his cousin glared accusingly
at Miss Boston, who looked so peni'
tently back again that her friend re-
Tented into a zone more chance"
glance, then first coaxing Barry to re-
main until morning, adroitly drew
the others off to play bridge, while
Marjory smiled on her injured swain
and asked sweetly:
'Will you play my accompaniment,
Mr.. Walden? l want to try this new
song found today"
Barry, rendered wise by past singed
fingers, was not unduly elated by this
tardy recognition. Nevertheless, he
seated himself at the piano.
Standing just behind him, the young
lady was fussing with a small pin,
and as he struck the opening chord
she uttered an exclamation of pain.
Barry turned in alarm, to find her
regarding minute scratch with woe
full air.
Can you hasten this clasp Tor me!
she asked plaintively. 1--WE hurt my
finger"
Forgotten were her evil deeds.
Poor little grill" he said; 'let me
try" Then amazement grew within
his eyes as they fell on the trouble
maker-a small enamel pin in yellow
and black, with pendant black-let-
tered yellow ribbon.
He looked hard at the downcast face
before him, touched the ribbon with
a tentative finger, and said in I'M
steady tones:
Il thought you were all for Har-
ward"
Two serious red-brown eyes cast
feeting glance into his, as a puzzled
voice asked mildly:
Harvard? What's that?"