St Nicholas [serial] . tice somewhere. Oh, Baby Elton! Far back along the walk Saunders himselfwas striding forward with the ease of a manwho boards at a training-table—and does notget hurt in practice. Elton was glad of theopportunity for a brief rest, and waited till theother had reached his side. Together the twowalked, and recalled victories of the gloriouseleven that bade fair to claim championshiphonors in the West. It has been a good season all around, de-clared Saunders, at last. For you it has, said Elton, before his brainfairly formed the words. Once spoken, hewould have given much t
St Nicholas [serial] . tice somewhere. Oh, Baby Elton! Far back along the walk Saunders himselfwas striding forward with the ease of a manwho boards at a training-table—and does notget hurt in practice. Elton was glad of theopportunity for a brief rest, and waited till theother had reached his side. Together the twowalked, and recalled victories of the gloriouseleven that bade fair to claim championshiphonors in the West. It has been a good season all around, de-clared Saunders, at last. For you it has, said Elton, before his brainfairly formed the words. Once spoken, hewould have given much to recall them. They walked on in silence for a few minutes ;then Saunders suddenly stopped. Look here, Baby, he said ; I understandjust what you mean. Had it not been for me,and for the fact that I am heavier than you,the position of quarter would of course have BABY ELTON, THE QUARTER-BACK. 29 been played by you. I m sorry the way it is,and I d give a lot if things were different. ButI dont see how you can blame I dont, said Elton, decisively. 1 amjust sorry for myself. And he tried to laugh. There was a long silence. You see, hewent on, I graduate next spring. The gameSaturday is the last of my college days, the lastI shall ever see from theside-lines, the last time,in all probability, I shallever wear a football comes hard,old man,to think I shall have nopart in it. I believe Iwould willingly give al-most anything just forten minutes in the midstof the broiling scrim-mages, with men pilingon top of me, and withthe ball in my arms. Itmeans more to me thanyou can imagine ; andyet there is no possibil-ity of my playing un-less—here he hesita-ted— well, to be frank,unless you get hurt; andI know I should ratherremain on the side-linesthan see you laid up. Saunders smiled. Doyou know, Baby, it is pret-ty nearly a case where Iwish I might get hurt. Sortof suicidal view, is it not ? Verily it is, said Elton,lightly, in an endeavor to as-sume his natural jolly nat
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