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Show "The deuce you old." "I did. bet to Ot my collar. I found out Dickinson was a bigamist: that bo had two (trio encaced to htm at the same time he met Mlea Banter:" Billy straight -enad up. If Dfcklnoon had done that he would punch hie head. "1 told her hold on a minute I told her that If one wanted to leave the aumoaer plana buatneee I'd Sod boa a nine quiet kitchen rocking chair In your Sat la Harlem. I changed her mind. Then I told the coachee all about It. and told them to look out for you and nee when the dleease broke. Now run alone; to Martin. There's Are mlnutea left to play In and win fine game. Billy Parker eat Tommy Nolan down eo hard on the bench that Tommy Nolan giggled. Juat one Idea waa in bra mind Dfchlneon had tricked the girl he loved And Dickinson waa out there on the Harvard Har-vard team end waa winning the game for Harvard. The next moment Billy Parker ran out on the eide Itnea and nodded aav-egely aav-egely to Martin, the head coach, who looked from him to Tommy Nolan and than grinned. Then he puehed him out on the Said. In a sudden, knife -like cheer: Vale! Yale! Tale! Parker!" Ha only turned to glance on the run. Cat once, at a girl In a fur boa. who nked the other -way quickly. Then he went In to meet Dickinson end play football. foot-ball. The whletle blew. It waa Harvard ball, flret down, flee rente to go. on Yalta five-yard five-yard line. One final nigh like thoee that had puehed Yale eighty yarae down the field and the game would be over. There) waa a moment hush. The Crlmeon v'gr ter a napped the ball. Dlcklnaon took It, There waa a rod ruah of men In front of htm. and with a dive Billy Parker broka through thr Harvard tackle and end opposite oppo-site him and flattened out the Orlmeen halfback .with a thud two yarda back of where he had marled A terrific yell broke from the Tale stande. "Parker!" Another signs), another flash of crlmeon crlm-eon at his end. and Billy ley again with hla arme about Dlcblaaon'a lege, with two more yarde lost fort Harvard. "Third down, nine yards to go." The Tale stands were frantic. The waa one minute left ta play. Billy kaaaj what he was going to go. The Harvard hacks dropped behind for a kl-k for goal. Hilly Parker, swinging forward loosely at his and, watched the pane narrowly. He saw what ten tired ottier pairs of V ale eyes did not sea, and that waa the stumble stum-ble that Dickinson made aa he reached forward lo take the ball. Wlfh the peas. Billy was through ths line end on him with a rush. Suddenly swerving he ( A NOTABLE SHORT STORY I BY A FAMOUS WRITER I I . I Itingvd forward and. aa Dickinson kicked, blocked the bell with his handa and wee after II. Before the stands could eee what luad happened Bllv hed fallen iiti-t the Harvard halfback's feet, end Thatcher, Thatch-er, who wss lust behind him picked up the ball on the run end wss ten yerde down the fleld past the Hsrvsrd quarterback for a touchdown. It was all done eo suddenly thet Billy Parker wes on his feet again before the Yale stande understood what had nap pened. Swarms of rheerliev, frenllc Yale men Jumped the fence Info the grliHron end stormed the Yale team, lifting thetn fo their shoulders. "Yale Ysle: YeleV In that throaty calmnese thet succeeds the wreeting of victory for one 'brief In-etant In-etant the tiers of Harvard men stood uncovered un-covered In the late Novfnwfler afternoon, etarinr down at their team all alone on the fleld below-. Then a alow rolling, fia-Ing. fia-Ing. thundering cheer broke out from thousands of Harvard men. "Harvard! Harvard! Dickinson!" "I told you ttwt I saw Miss Baxter," Tommy Nnfsn was explaining to Blllv Parker at the gym an hour later. "But I didn't tell you all about It. You never want to believe a girl until you get her mad. I got her BAad.' "Tommy " "Yes. I did. It was the only way 1 cinild perauade her. I told her you didn't like her, anyway. That you thought she waa eomebody else when you proposed to her. Thet brought her around. No, that's mine. Here's your hat. You're excited. She threw down Dickinson herself. Walt a minute. I'm going to take the uncle and aunt around In a low-necked hack to see the town. You can come around to the New Haven house any time von want to. I guess she'll be there. And, ob. bv the way. Billy. I forgot to tall you that I never heard of snvbody celled Pipkin on a Tale crew. I've got a batter one named Parker. And I propose to spread it around If you don't go snd make It up with the girl this evening. Tell me what she said when you get round to Lawrence later" Shucks!" laughed Billy Psrker (Copyright.) aday a vacation. Nor dM he tell the dean Where he wss going, which has a good, .leej to do with this story, as will presently present-ly be aeon. Prom your seat In the grand stand at a Tale-Harvard football game you can look down on a great oblong of chalk marked grass with a goal post st eltlier 'nd. far down the middle of a hlgji amphitheatre am-phitheatre of towering Hers of seats, packed tight with cheering, excited people peo-ple areKhla tea and undergraduates, with red Lands on their hats or blue flowers In their buttonholes; girls with crimson flags and girls with blue flags. Massed sec-tlone sec-tlone of Yale or Harvard undergraduates are shouting and drowning out their bands. An hour later. If you ere a -Harvard man, you are yelling end waving vour bat and wondering if those "Mia" are veI f?tn to tol pounding thst Harvard Har-vard line long enough to let Harvard make a touohdown. If you sre a Yale man you are jumping to your feet and getting Into that joyous song: "More work for the undertaker!" or that rattling, long Yale cheer with the nine long "Yelea:" on the end of It. aiaJ calling out to your uttered line down there on the middle of the fleld to "Hold em! Yale! Hold 'em!" That le. yon do all thst If vou know what a big thing- It is to win a Yale-Harvard football game, and Billy Tarker did. All that first haW. while the to teame had been fighting In a deefenlng din of oncers and songs, but with no score. Billy Parker had squirmed under his grav blanket blan-ket on the side lines end called himself netaea and stared out al his eleven wn the field. If he hadn't thrown away his chance on a girl. Billy thought to himself, as the tanrss roared again, and the second half began, ha could have gone out there snd done something Smith was getting tired. But he couldn't go out. He dldn t have the sand. If things had only been different differ-ent If Dickinson A quick, stinging yell hroke out from the Ysle stands, and Billy Parker jumped. The Yale fullback had kicked a long, low, beautiful punt, and Smith, rhe Yale right end. had tackled the Harvard quarterback on his own thirty-yard line. Every Yale man wae on his feet, yelling "Tata Yale Yale!" The side lines wsre dancing. Coaches were hurrying down the fleld to each other. Billy Parker nodJed to one of them. Martin, ths head coach, who had a Ions series of brilliant plays on that field to hla credit. "We've got "era." Martin grinned. and wrinkled his nose. "Quite so." he said, musingly. "Don't you go and let anything like that happen to you. that's all. aald Tommy Nolan. "Shucks'" aald Billy Parker. And nothing did happen. That is, not until the neat summer, which was just before his last year on the team, when something did. aa follows: fol-lows: Her name waa Letltla Louise Baxter, and she was brown haired and 20. Billy Parker met her one morning on the plaaxa of the mountain hotel where ha was staying through August, and the moment he saw her Billy Parker, who had never known any girl In hla life before, be-fore, knuckled. Every day for a month Miss Baxter let Billy Parker walk beside her around the golf links behind the hotel, snd carry her golf bags, and row her under un-der the afterglow of the sunset on the dinky little hotel lake In a boat that had to have the cleats shortened so that Billy Parker could brace againat them and tell her about Yale, and what bully fellows went there, and especially what a great football team Tale had, and how Yale was going to leave the Harvard eleven that year In a small, round pool of perspiration per-spiration on Yale field that November, and how he waa going to help do It. Which, for thirty-one long August days, was bliss for Billy Psrker. He had never met a girl like that before. When something heppened. This was on a Saturday aftsrnoon. and immediately after Miss Baxter had looked up very much etirpnsed and pained across the cleats In the rowboet. and had heard some hurried things said by Billy Parker In a very hurried way. An hour later Billy Parker stood disconsolately on one leg on the hotel plana. She had been very nice about it. and had said she waa sorry snd that he could call on her aunt anv time he wss in Boston and have tea. with a lemon In It. That would have been all rlgtit. and there would have rieen some hope In it. If something else had not happened, too. THE LAST AMD THE FOOTBALL. Br Edwin Ovlatt Billy Parker of the senior class stood five feet seven Inches In his football shoes at varsity right end. Though he had been three years In. college be had just one ambition And that was to keep on playing varsity right end so well that ths coaches would never think of putting anybody else In his place, and so that no opposing halfback would ever want to try more than once In one half to got around his snd on a play that waa euppoeed to bo starting for the other. "See that streak of greased lightning at right end?" fellows would salt girls In ' the grand stand. "That's Parker. You ought to see him play In a championship cham-pionship gams!" And then Billy Parker's shabby blue jersey would be seen skimming down the field under a praotlce punt, and the crowd of men on the bleachers would sing out, "Yea-a-a! Parker!" when he downed hla man ten yards from the scrub's goal post. There waa only one thing that Billy Parker didn't care for, and that eras girts. Olrls had never Interested Parker. Ho had never understood how fellows who might play football bothered themselves by coming out to the fleld on football game days with doaens of soft eyed, leugltlng, daintily dreeeed young women, who didn't understsnd the game a little bit. and who said, "Oh, dear!" svsry time anybody had his collarbone broken. He had heard them from the field. That wag Billy Parker when his junior year opened. One afternoon Chat year he wriggled out of a scrimmage, got on his toes, swung his arms, and lunged In again past three scrubs and two ends and a tackle and started with the kick and slapped the scrub quarterback on the ground with a thud, while the fallows on the grand stand rattled their fast and Jumped up with the play and yelled "Tea-a-a! long cheer for Billy Parker!" It waa then that Tommy Nolan, chewing his pencil on the side llnss, whore he waa taking- notes for the News, heard a coach say to another coach who strolled back smiling from the scrimmage: "That diih Psrker, at varsity rtht end. la a wonder. If nothing happens to him he will make the fastest end next year thle college ever saw." Tommy Nolan, who took life seriously only where Billy Perker and football were concerned, told this to Billy that night. "There a some sense In that, for coaches." said Tommy Nolan. "Don't, you go and let anything happen." "Shucks," aald Billy Parker from the study table, "whet could happsnf "Olrls." said Tornrav Nolan. "OlrlsT" Billy Parker snorted. "Yes. girls." said Tommy Nolan "They're the deuce. Tor Instance, i know one fellow who got engaged to a Sri Just before a boat race. Her name Ptpktn. Just llks his. Pipkin. Hs rowed No. 4 that year for Tale. Ha Juat sat In hla seat and Imagined all through the race that aha wouldn't marry him if he didn't win. He got groggy at two miles, of course, and kept saying TOe-tella' TOe-tella' to himself exery stroka The cox thought the captain was yelling 'starboard' 'star-board' he couldn't hear in the Infernal din of the presidential gunboats, and steered Into a flagpole at the finish." Blllr Parker looked up a, Tommy Nolan I Billy Msr watMSisS the sight excitedly. excited-ly. Rven if he oouldn't play, and If neither side had scored, snd If there were but twenty minutes left to P-ay In, Tale could hold them now snd then make a touchdown. Uned up on their own thirty-yard thirty-yard chalk mark the Crlrnson el e van waa crouching for s final attack down the fleld. The Harvard stands echoed with a long, Imploring: 'HsrvardT Harvard' Harvard" There came s quick, snappy signal. Harvard gained three yards Another and they gained two. Twice more and a Crimson halfback shot round Yale's end for ten yards. Both teams were fight hm every inch. At the end of every play men were lying; on their backs on tha hard turf, while rubbers with bottles ran out under the deafening din and sponged their heads with water. ' ' Harvard T Touchdowp ! Harvard !" BHly Parker could see. as everybody tn the grand stand could, that Harvard was making her last, deaperat attack of tha game. No one could hear the signals of the quarterback In ths steady cheers. But, with ten minutes left to ptey. some titling Important was going on In the Harvard line. Bu th afternoon train from Boston had set a voting man. In a straw hat with a red band on It. down on the ata-tlon ata-tlon platform In the middle of a ring of dress suit cases, and tennis rackets, and golf Rtlcks, and crimson sweaters, and a wlgwly Boston terrier, whose name wss wintlirop B. Dickinson of the Harvard football team. Billy Parker saw him ooralna the same time that atlas Baxter did. Ten minutes later he had tele vraphed to Tommy Nolan to cut out the tutoring he was making up and Join him in any perilous climb he knew of up any aorag1y mountain where s young man might mast a grisly death that would get Into the Boston newspapers. Which Billy Parker did because because ths moment Hiss Baxter saw Dickinson aha aald, "Oh!" in a very odd sort of a way and want npstalrs In the shots 1 snd pot on a new dress for dinner You see, he thousrht a rood deal more about atlas Baxter than he thought he did, whkri wasn't at all conducive to flop-pins; flop-pins; anvbttious scrub halts on their hacks under their own goal posts, or to keeping other men, like Smith, who had been freehmnn end snd captain and who hadn't any such reason for a slump, from getting; Ms position. Which had s good deal to do with the reasons Tommy Volen didn't feel called irpon to glvw w"hen hp ssked the dean for ' Those Harvard backs were suddenly be-ginning be-ginning to make big holes In the Tale Una A certain easy play was going every . time. Billy Parker had seen a man run i out from the Harvard side lines to take somebody's place. It was the man who was making the gains. EJvery other minute min-ute tha bail would he snapped back, this man would take it, there would be a smashing ksJeldosoope of plunging crimson crim-son Jerseys and the new man would he around his end Smith's end. Once he had made two yarda Then ten. Than fifteen. The ball had moved from Harvard's Har-vard's thirty-yard Une to Tale's thlrty-flve-yard line. Billy, jumping from his seat, had crouched, trimbllngjy, to watch the pLsy. He saw big Ds!e, at center, push and shove, and Thatcher, st right tackle. lunge forward, and Smith, at his sod, jump in each time and lose his man. And then something hampensd. Billy Parker, crouching on the sl4 lines, caught Tommy Nolan's eye as ha sat on tha bench behind htm. Tommy's face was white. Ho pointed with Ms pencil to tha Harvard Une. 'TMcklnson.'' shouted Tommy. BSDy looked instantly, for the first time. Into the face of the Harvard halfback who was making the gains through Tale's Une. H was he. Dickinson, the man who bad taken Miss Baxter sway from him. He bristled up suddenly Dickinson ! Why, then. Miss Baxter must be there, too. He turned aharplr and stared Into the grand stand. In the mass of people low down near the fence Billy Parker looked straight at s brown haired gin. who sat between an old man who had hts hat In the air. and an elderly lady who wore s red carnation. But It wasn't that fact that sent the blood from Billy Psrher's far. Miss Baxter was not In red for Dickinson She wore a blue flag in her disss BiUy Parker stood up on the aide lines, and stared at hsr. Tha next moment mo-ment ahe saw, earn and tore out the 'blue flag end waved It st htm. Billy gasped, la spits of ths foot that a fresh Harvard KM mags going op at that time. Billy rker Jumped through s crowd of groaning groan-ing substitutes and dived between two ooarh ss who said things to him. and gisjbbsd Tommy Nolan by the shoulder. ''Hare. ToBamyr-' be gasp t J quickly. "Drop that pad." -Now.-' he aald shortly, snd his ayes biased, "asaat do you know about Miss Baxtarr Tommy Nolan grinned. Billy Parker ah oak htm "Out with If he said. "I " said Tammy Nolan. "I knew ti fallow who knew her. I went to seel her ' |