Evening star., 1935-12-01
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face held curious light. In the garden
from which all the flowers had long
gone. he held her and felt her tremble.
What's the matter?"
Nothing - except that somehow |
couldn't feel that this - oh, that this
was more than something passing with
you. That your family's opposition
would eventually kill it."
That's funny. Something like you
happens to a man about once in his
life. To some it never happens. I'm not
going to let you go on the chance of
being vice-president of bank in ten
years." Then: when can we be mar
ried?"
Before the Vigil of Christmas"
She raised her head.
The newspapers made the proper
fuss on Monday about NAL Hale sign
ing to play with the Indians, and on
Tuesday night he left tor Pittsburgh
with the team. He had not been home
since signing, sleeping in his room at
Harvard. His family had been silent;
ominously so, he later saw.
Ion was at the train to see him off,
and he discovered that he needed her
presence to hearten him. The sever
ance with his family had never seemed,
would never seem, so acute as now at
the beginning of the trip to Pittsburgh.
He knew none of the Indian players
we'll except Morgan. and most of them
had not seemed to welcome him on the
team.
But after Ion had left, Nal felt
quieter and slept soundly, not waken-
ing until they reached Pittsburgh The
day was dull with rain as he sat with
the rest of the team in the lobby of the
Hotel Schenley. He missed the excite
ment attendant on a college teams
advent upon city. Then the team was
the center of attraction; pretty girls
stared at them, and grey-haired alumni
ran about, asking what they could do
for the team. Now a few tin-horn
gamblers stood around the lobby, talk
ing; nobody paid much attention to
the team, and for the first time Nal
was acutely aware that he was pro.
The atmosphere in the locker room
Thursday was deadly compared to
that of college teams. None of the
players had the nervous brightness of
the undergraduate football men. Mostly
their bodies seemed dull and gross. and
only Con Morgan and few others ap-
peared to be in good condition. The
apparently poor condition of the men
gave Nal confidence which he lost
once the game started. He had thought
that if his own men we're in such poor
shape compared to college players, all
professional players must be. He ex-
pected to run wild against Pitt.
But he found that what they lacked
in speed and nerve, they made up in
experience and power. When he ran
with the ball. he found that he could
not feint them out of position as easily
as he had his opponents in college
games. Trying to block them. he found
them huge, ponderous and all but inn
movable. After while the Pitt players
began to ride him. They called him
"pretty-boy" and mimicked what they
thought was a Harvard accent. Fury
mounted in him and Nal lost his head
He spoiled two of his own teams plays
and little later was drawn out of
position and pass was completed in
his territory that gave Pitt 10 lead.
Bo Walters, the Indians coach, took
Nal out, and he was surprised to find
Bob Hartigan sitting on the bench
Finding the going pretty tough?"
Hartigan said. He looked. worried.
Kind Of" Nal said. What brings
you here?"
Il flew up. I'm in jam because I
signed you"
How so?"
Ever hear of Camden Associates,
Incorporated"