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He watched the boys and girls pass up the steps. When the music commenced, he arose and went into the hall. It was bright with white gowns, and gay with movement. "There he is. Grab him, somebody," yelled Huling. "Do something for me, quick," implored Wayne of the captain, as he saw the young people wave toward him. "Salisbury is yours tonight," replied Huling
Suddenly conscious of a little shock of pain, he dismissed that dream girl from his mind, and determined to meet Miss Huling half way in her game. He could not flirt as well as he could pitch; still, he was no novice. "Well, Miss Huling, my word certainly is not involved. But as to pitching for Salisbury that depends." "Upon what?" "Upon what there is in it." "Mr. Wayne, you mean money?
Wayne took off his coat, and tossed a ball for a while to an ambitious youngster, and then went into the clubhouse, where Huling introduced him to several of his players. After a good rubdown, Wayne thanked Huling for his courtesy, and started out, intending to go back to town. "Why not stay to see us practice?" asked the captain. "We're not afraid you'll size up our weaknesses.
Dorothy Huling wore a bow of Yale blue upon her breast, and Wayne saw it and her face through a blur. "Hurry, girls; get it over. We've got to practice," said the captain. In the merry melee some one tied a knot of ribbon upon Wayne. Who it was he did not know; he saw only the averted face of Dorothy Huling.
"If what?" She was all alive now, flushing warmly, dark eyes alight, the girl of his dreams. "If you will forgive me if you will let me be your friend if Miss Huling, you will again wear that bit of Yale blue." "If, Mr. Wayne, you had very sharp eyes you would have noticed that I still wear it!" Willie Howarth loved baseball. He loved it all the more because he was a cripple.
Presently, a voice detached itself from the others, and came floating softly to him. "Mr. Wayne, so you're going to wrest our laurels from us?" asked Miss Huling. "I don't know I'm not infallible I've been beaten." "When? Not this season?" she inquired quickly, betraying a knowledge of his record that surprised and pleased him. "Mr. Wayne, I was at the Polo Grounds on June fifteenth."
But Wayne waited, timed it perfectly, and met it squarely. The ball flew safely over short, and but for a fine sprint and stop by the left fielder, would have resulted in a triple, possibly a home run. As it was, Burns and Huling scored; and Wayne, by a slide, reached second base.
We can make room," invited Miss Huling. Wayne thought the awkwardness with which he found a seat beside her was unbecoming to a Yale senior. But, considering she was the girl he had been expecting to discover for years, his clumsiness bespoke the importance of the event. The merry laughter of the girls rang in his ears.
Oh, I know. My brother Rex told me how you college men are paid big sums. Our association will not give a dollar, and, besides, my brother knows nothing of this. But we girls are heart and soul on winning this game. We'll " "Miss Huling, I didn't mean remuneration in sordid cash," interrupted Wayne, in a tone that heightened the color in her cheeks. Wayne eyed her keenly with mingled emotions.
Pope; James, who was killed by accident while hunting; Augustus, Robert, and Gabriel. Catharine Huling, the mother of Robert Toombs of Georgia, was a most excellent woman, of strong and exalted piety. She was of Welsh ancestry, a devout Methodist, and after accompanying her son to college, and seeing him married, prosperous, and distinguished, died in 1848, when he was a member of Congress. Mrs.
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