The Huttig news. (Huttig, Ark.) 1907-1955, 1912-07-20
SOULE'S
CIR E. AT r UN
By WILLIAM G. KIRSCHBAUM


IONS ana tH6 local COlItBe el6N6H.
For weeks the townspeople had
talked of nothing else, and every
maiden In the place was sure to be 2
spectator, wearing the college color
Old Sam Jones, the leading drygoods
merchant, had done a rushing bust
ness in the sale of blue ribbons and
other trimmings of that color. and ii
is no wonder when a movement was
started for general suspension OF
business for that afternoon, that he
readily responded
The Singletons represented rival
college, 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
took commendable pride In every
thing undertaken by the faculty of
that institution. And there was moth
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 a very
to the students, but to the parents.
1t was a popular institution with
every one In town, and the morrow
babe fair to be a gala day In it's his.
tory. Much was expected of the Fair
field eleven. The Singletons had
scholastic league, winning in every
game; while the Fairfield eleven had
been equally successful. The cham
pionship rested on the morrow's game
and fortune favored the blues, mas
much as a lucky drawing earlier in
the season had named Fairfield as the
scene of the great contest.
This suited the Fairfielders, for 1t
was only a few months back that the
Sngletons had marched off the Fair
field grounds yietofs 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 it as well as any
body With the score to 8, his muff
of an easy fly in short left, gave Sin
gleton the winning run, for Fred
Browne, who was on third base, dash
ed for the home plate as he saw the
ball drop out of Lines mitt. Before
leaving Fairfield that evening the Sin
gletons painted the little town Grim
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 the
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 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 last summer.
Binxie, the little quarterback, who
roomed with Line. gazed on his pal
making strides for the center, and
then in 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
me. I'll be in that game tomorrow,
never fear. But must go down
town." was Lines reply.
He walked until he reached a neat
cottage on the main street AS he
assembled the steps 1t was evident he
was no stranger. 1t 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 TO go to the game
tomorrow
"Oh. Line. do so want to 60" she
said, "but | had better not; you know
II 1t hadn't been for me last summer
you would never have let that horrid
Fred Browne make that run, and ]
mean to stay at home"
Il know, Ida, the boys think had
my eyes on you instead of the ball
that afternoon, and that Ia just why
want you to go tomorrow" he urged
rs 1t best. Linc?" she asked.
Yes was the quick reply. II
want you to be On the field. | want
10 show the boys that you were not
responsible for that muff | mean to
redeem myself tomorrow, and you are
the girl to see me do it. | want the
boys to know that can play as good
a game here as do away from home
VIII you be theres"
With a reluctant Yes" Ida Butler
promised to accompany her mother.