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Show ' CHIVALROUS BED MAN. Near the end of a briDiant match between our oldest university and the CarlUle Indians one of the Indian backs suddenly got away with the ball and was off down the Held with nothing between him and'the goal ports, but j one man. If the runner succeeded In getting by him, it meant everlasting atbletlo glory for himself and perhaps a victory for bis small college over this mighty institution of learning, containing the nower of the civilisation civili-sation which bad swept bis forefathers away from the lands they once possessed. The crowd in the stands had arisen, gasping in their excitement, as crowds always do atf such momenta. But Jusf as ha had almost gained the coveted line that one man. a famous sprinter, brought the runner down with a beautiful tackle. The stands rocked with reUef. and the usual "pillug up" of other players took place. As the two lay thre together, the fair-haired representative of New England, while still clarplng the dark-skinned descendant of American savag-er savag-er - felt something fumbling, and presently kecame aware, at the bottom of the heap there,Ntht hl rtirM hend was being shaken. ' Good tackle." muttered the Indlau. Outing Magazine. , |