The Jester of St. Timothy's

the long table spread in the common room of the Upper School, where the visiting team were to be entertained at lunche

uced Lawrence to t

here, but we were afraid you might

this occasion," said Lawrence. "I'm afraid I'm de

with him about it. He's go

nly a Fourth For

th, I suppose?" Westby nodded

es

o get you in than this brother of mine-if I do say it. He tutored me for

l right in some

ence chuckled, then turned and addressed the boys, especially Westby a

urbanely. "Irritated perhaps, but n

ink to Blake and the others who were grinning; Lawrence int

Westby looked up and then, in even greater embarrassment under this

erybody else at the table-just as if he and his brother were talking together

scarlet, was looking at his plate. "Oh, a pretty goo

-trying to show off a g

nly; still, even

ost of his conversation-and it dealt with the sort of college life about which boys liked to hear,

re. Evidently Mr. Upton had warned his brother against him, had imparted to his brother his own dislik

Irving had always withstood his impulse to confide his troubles. He made now a

ach other this afternoon; Westby's first substitu

's good," and gave W

to the athletic field with We

n's brother is no

e makes me tired. Of all the fresh things-to sit up t

y. "He certainly put you down and out-a good

iddy had been whining to him about how I'd worr

uch a peach of

e if he is good looking;

was a queer critici

Irving had had a glimpse when the boy was anxiously watching his young cousin Price in the mile run; and to this quality Lawrence's greeting of his brother had unconsciously appealed

ne face and a handsome pair of eyes and a pleasant voice; Lawrence had in the first glance awakened an enthusiasm which was eager for near

ht have known that a fellow like Lawrence would see through his remark and would resent it

f, unconscious that at that very moment, walking

ad to have you light on Westby as you di

y s

d-well, I don't know. Those encounters

d Lawrence. "For a fellow to talk to you in that fresh way before a

't matter much; reproof slides off

Lawrence had to join his team and enter

for him to be so excited, so tremulous, he told himself. Lawrence had parted from him with the same calmness with which he might have gone to prepare for bed. It was al

. John's team were sharing the athletic house with St. Timothy's, and the adherents of the two schools were ranged opposite each other, waving flags and hurling back and forth challenging cheers-cheers meant to inspirit the pla

d ever seen him play! Or if anything should happen to him! Irvi

ey passed, he caught his brother's eye and waved to him. In the preliminary practice Irving watched him eagerly; with his light curly hair he was conspicuous, an

down the field for a few moments; then Collingwood and the Harvard captain met in the centre, Mr. Barc

e looked apprehensively for a curly light head; he was always glad when he saw it bob up safely out of a pile. Through all the press and conflict, he

Ballard, the fullback, were playing especially well. Ballard, with his hard plunges through the centre and hi

ly an attempt to go round his end, but devoted thei

as the fleetness and dexterity with which he could run the ball back after punts. He was known as the best man in the back fi

and far, but Collingwood was under it as it fell,

ff was only a glancing one that staggered him for the fraction of an instant; and the ball had no

ckle!" ejaculated a boy

to hang on the ball,

d. He found himself standing behind Westby and the other substitutes, who, wrapped in

was saying. "Was that Kiddy Upton's

rying to lay Lou Collingwood

s hand and touched Westby's shoulder; the boy tur

ong about that tackle,

to me he threw h

hree or four other su

was there anything wrong with that

l right to me

n about it, I shall want

s a good, clean, hard tackle-the right kind. We

arted; St. Timothy's gained five yards, and in the m

owed by regret. He felt less indignant with Westby than sorry for him; he knew that the boy had repented o

line, and then Warren, the quarterback, had made a long pass straight into Lawrence's hands; Lawrence started to run; then, just as Cha

an to get under the ball, but instead of blocking Newell off and merely trying to spoil his catch, they all tried to make the catch themselves; they all leaped fo

arvard players gathered exultantly for the line-up. Three rushes through tackle and centre and one run

set about rushing it back up the field. They had gained ten yards and had carried the ball forty yards fr

St. Timothy'

roke through the Harvard left tackle and made fifteen yards. Then Collingwood

Irving joined in the cheer; he was glad to see Collingwood and the ot

ense stiffened. On the third down the

ollingwood appealingly; he went about slapping his men

sively. No one knew whether the ball had been pushed across or not. No one wan

yers from the pile, hauling at an arm or a leg; at last Dennison was r

ed as triumphantly as if it had been the St. John's game; the Harvard team ranged

lf; twice Kenyon, the Harvard halfback, started to skirt round Lawrence's end, but both times Baldersnaith, the St. Timothy's tackle, brok

got up, hobbled a moment, and then sat down a

Dennison. "I guess I'll

ran out on the field with his pail and sponge. Mr. B

you I'd take him out now and save him for the St. John's

ay. He turned and called, "Westby"; and as Westby ran out

the field. Though it was only the fir

gwood cried as he and Westby turned an

te ready yet to catch the ball; he wanted to be given a chance to steady down fir

l as it came down was slanted off by the wind, so that he had at the last to make a sudden dash for it; it struck

was his brother who had made the tackle; it was Newell, t

riumphant expectation; the ball was Harvard's now on St. Timothy's twenty-yard line

stop them," Collingwood

t, but Harvard would not be denied. By short rushes they fought their way down, down, and at last across the go

mothy's, and then St. Timothy's assembled and cheered Harvard. After that the pl

r, said to him, "It was awfully hard luck, Wes-but after that you played a mighty good game." He wished not

ting on his clothes in silence. The other boys were talking all round him,

d, and where he expected to room when he went there; he tried to be friendly. But Westby repelled his efforts

"I'm going to be at Harvard the next three years; we're l

hard feeling," W

Good-by." Lawrence

going to sta

nday. My brother's waiting for me outside; I want to see him for a while b

I hope so

rom his brother the charge that he had so unjustly and hotly made. And of a sudden he wished he could prevent that. H

he hurried on his clothes and gone out ahead

ung on his coat and rushed from the building-only to see Irv

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