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—YHAPPY Days?
pith him in the direction of the Elliott
use,
“T wonder if Elliott employed him?”
Jack mused. ‘“ He doesn’t belong in towne
Inever saw him before, I suppose he
‘licensed to practice in this State. IIe can’ t
come from around Bald Head, or I wou
have heard of him, What has Ezra Piliott
ot to do with the case, anyhow? I don’t
fice the looks of thiss I guess that maybe
Bob was right, after all.”
It took him some time to get through
with his business at the newspaper office,
buc at last he finished and set out for
ome,
It began to rain with great violence as
he neared the railroad station, and hur-
riedly turning up his collar, he ran for
shelter,
‘Two persons under one umbrella were
entering the station as he (Bee under the
projecting roof in front of it.
‘Tuere was no one else in sight, the sud-
den rain having driven the usual loungers
under cover,
Yon did all: you could to fasten the
thing on the boy,” Jack. heard one of the
the ven pnder the umbrella say.
s, but their case was too strong for
me. the boy himself stood the cross-
examination splendidly,”
**Yes, so he did. I wish he hadn't, The
least- suspicion of his guilt would . have
been, enough to hush the case against
ere men entered: the station, leaving | him.
Jack standing in thorough amazement.
had no need to foliow and see their
faces to ier fy the two speakers.
e was Ezra Elliott, and the other was
the law lawyer who had defended the convict-
e
Mr. Buliote" 8 voice was perfectly familiar
to Jack, and he had heard the other's too
recently not to remember it, especially
when heard with that of the ex-jndge,
“Then there was a plot against. Tom,
and on my account,” thought Jack,
a There was one eatiat boil also, aimed
at me, The man knew his weakness, and
threw temptation in his way. All these
things are part of the fellow’s. revenge
against me for my father’s acts. What
could he have don At any rate, I now
know his intentions, and shall be on my
ers rain resently arrived, and in a few
minutes Mr, Elliott came out of the sta-
tion and wal Ked toward his carriage,
which stood nea
“Ah, how do. you do, Jack?” he
cordially, “Great case that, wasn't. it
Narrow egcape your brother ‘Tom had,
idn’t
“No, it was not a narrow escape,”
Jack, firmly, but in quiet tones. ‘* No
doubtedfnis Innocence, and no one but that
scoundrel of a] Jawyer would have tried to
inpplicate him.”
ndrel?”
‘face reddening,
must not call
“1 e@ is a a scoundrel,” interrupted
Jack, with calm decision, “and the man
who sugyested that line of argument to
bim is as “big a scoundrel asl he ii
“Be careful wybae you s: boy,” hissed
Mr. Elliott. It might make trouble.”
Then he entered ‘his carriage and was
driven away while Jack said | to himself:
“* After that it must be war to the knife
between | us, Well, Lam rans for him,”
[To BE. CONTINUED.) ~
said
hs eated the other, his
ie careful, Jack, You
——— ee
ANOTHER NEW STORY WILL BECIN IN
*“*HAPPY DAYS”? No. 218. TITLE WILL
BE ANNOUNCED NEXT WEEK.
bem ae
(This story commenced in No. 213.)
“Half Back Harry,”
— THE ——
Football Champion:
or,
The Flyers of the Gridiron.
By ALBERT J. BOOTH,
Author oft On Hand,” “ Rob Ralston’s
a. ‘ te
ing on J ys
ers,’ “Two on a Wheel,” ete,
CHAPTER X.
A GREAT GAME AT ELIZABETH—THE PIL-
GRIMS SCORED AGAINST.
.“ You here!” exclaimed Scott Wilson,
in amazement,
8,” answered “Half Back Harry,”
laughi ngly. “T take a lot of killing, But
tell me what all this talk is about?’
duestion was rather embarrassing,
ew moments no oné spoke. |i
“ Shure, | Harry,” he said, ‘it’s dead they
had ye, an’ ed it’s another captain was
bein elect
“On! was it,” answered “Half
Back | Yatra “ Well, since you see I’m
neither dead nor dying, there" 's ho necessity
to go on with the election.
Scott Wilson was mad Ww t +
It was a bitter blow to him to see Harry
return just as he was on the point of suc-
ceeding to the post of captain of the Pil-
grims.
Scott was dogged, and he was b
means ready to subinit, so he racke his
re for some prete
A look at “ Half Back Harry” provided
him with ‘one.
The captain of the Pilgrims was very
pale, this absence of color being due to his
Fecent illness,
“We want to win this match, don’t we?”
asked Scott.
“Ot course we do, We don’t play to
Ont don’t want to make any unpleasant
remark, but a have only to look at
Hunter to see he’s not in a fit condition to
captain us to-day, /hy, Rushton, Burke,
you retend to be friends of his; so do
you,
What of it?” asked
“e Certainty we are,
Ned Rushto:
“Why, this, Areal friend would pre-
vent Hunter from playing to-day, for fear
his doing so might work serious injury to
“ That's quite enough,. Wilson,” cried
“Half Back Harry,” ‘One would think I
was a child from the way you are talking.
I play. to-day,” he. added firmly, - ‘and
those who want to be in the game had bet-
er come out on the gridiron, for I'm going
to toss up for kick o
“Hurrah | Harrah ‘ry cried most of the
team, delighted to have, him back, with
them | again and proud of the grit he
8 .
Some of the Elizabeth team came oon
“What's all this shouting for?
think the game" 's yours vetore it’s started?”
asked one man,
here — ‘Half Back
Harry or, captain's
the “Elizabeth player ran back and told
his comrades thé news, for of course they
had all heard of Harry’ 's injury in the game
at, Pros) ect
Te looks very sick,” said one man.
“Scott Wilson says he isn’t fit to play,”
remarked another,
“That's not our business,” retorted the
Elizabeth captain, “If the Pilgrims are
satisfied to have him, why should we ob-
jet? ie It looks to me as if this game was a
gift
Harry | lost the toss, and as there was a
heavy wind blowing, the Elizabeth cap-
oan naturally gave the Pilgrims the kick-
r, prefering to have choice of goal,
A bit of bad luck, pose said “alt
Bact Harry,” “ to lose oss.”
“Faith, we'll play all ‘the harder, and be-
gorra, that'll even up things.’
“You always how to get out of a
difficulty, Jack,” laughed Harry.
how to ‘get in one,
The boss all ‘laughed, for Jack had a
habit of getting into more scrapes than all
the rest of the teami combined,
Fred Fisk kicked off, and the Pilgrims
followed up the kick instantly, carrying
the pall well into the territory of the
me Wet re all right, Harry,” cried Ned
Rushton. “Took what our fellows are do-
ng, and the wind againstthem, too, Why,
they’ il have it over the line in a moment,
see if they don’t.”
“Tt's great! Hurrah! Jack has it!”
‘No, no; he’s lost the ball. Hello!
What's this?”
ms he * aspect of the game had altered in a
mthe ‘Blizabeth captain had taken the ball
from Jack Burke, and away he came
through the Pilgrims’ forwards, running at
speed, amid the most tremendous
Shouting from the crow
g @ goal!” cried the Elizabeth
rooters!
He was going towards Ned Rushton
yeh the ball, having chosen .that side of
the gridiron to avoid “ Half Back Harry,”
thinking Ned was easier to deal with,
arry, quick as lightning, few across
the field, getting between Ned and Scott
Wilson, who was playing full back, as
al.
Soot hada grim smile on his faces | Ile
ayer
ack Harr.
with: such violence as to put him out of the
gar
Te won't take much of a shock to do it,
either,” said - Scott to himself, “ Ila}
the.
he 1a Elizabeth captain had dodged Ned
Rushton, and he thought to try the same
ame with Harry, ile did try it, but the
result was not what he expected. Ifarry
fackled him splendid, and threw him
heavily, falling with him,
The ball fell from his arms, and Ned had
nm & moment, tly ¢! with it
yards, and a scrimmage resulted.
he ball was out of the scrimmage al-
most immediately, and the play became
en.
Fred Fisk, the center, was. near the
all. He saw that to run with it would
not result in much ground being gained,
and that it would be wiser to kick itdown
the gridiron as far as possible le. &
is kick. was a poor and rse
still, it was taken by one of the Elizabeth
players on the fly,
“Mak your mark !" shouted half a
dozen men, and layer who had caught
the pall inatantly pep nted his heel in the
ae “Took out. now!” cried * Half Back
Harry.” ‘He has a free kick.”
“A free kick” means that the Pilgrims
were bound to get at least ten yards awa:
from the man who hada the ball, and this,
of course, they did, The kick was a suc-
ess, the ball being stopped by Scott Wil-
Son almost on the goa!
It was not Scott's ‘aim “) play badly to-
day, so he returned the ball bye a splendid
drop kick, and once more the play was in
the middle of the gridiro
hen, by some clever. “trick play and
team “work, Elizabeth forced the ball to-
wards the Pilgrims’ goal, and “Half Back
Harry's” men were entirely on the defen-
sive,
Harry himself was playing a fine game,
ut it was plain that his exertions had
told on him, . He looked paler than ever,
and Scott Wilson was sure that he had
seen him stagger gees as if he was on the
point of collap:
Fred Fisk fumbled the ball, and instant-
ly Elizabeth rushed it thro}
Ned and Harry tried their ive to check
it,.and Scott Wilson also did what he
could, but all their efforts were useless,
for Elizabeth crossed the line with the
ball and gained a touc'
Harry had been thrown heavily, three or
four players falling on top of him, and he
did not get up for some minutes after they
had. rolled °
“
ou
Wilson to Jack Burke and Ned Rushton,
“Took at Hunter. He’s played out al-
ready. Itold you how it would be, It’s
too bad altogether to throw away a game
i ke this, You'd better have 1 a substitute
ut t for {lunter at once.”
arry
“ «Well, Nea. ”
Are you going to play any more?
“Play 1!’ Why, I should think so, What
if they do get a goal, bo: joys, SO can we,
can’t we? Play! well, that’s the strangest
question I ever heard, W hy, I'm only just
Betting, warme
d Harry sprang up, running quickly
between the goal posts where the rest of
he team were
As the ball was kicked by the Elizabeth
captain, the Pilgrims ran out, but th
couldn't stop it, and the enemy scored their
rst goal
_ The spectators were almost crazy, shout-
ing themselves hoarse over the triumph of
the Jocal team
ore play \vas resumed half-time was
caliea. and just at this moment, Mr, Ilun-
ter, with Grace Rushton and Katie Clare
maée their appearance, all three seeming
to be greatly excited.
** Have you seen him?" cried Mr, Hunter.
“ “Paith, I've seena great many ‘hims,’”
ou know wha’ mean, “Harry,
course, What has tecome of him? .W liere
is he?”
=e
a
a
“Shure, an’ it’s not far ye have to look,
Misther Hunter. There’s the spalpeen him-
self over t
“What! j sla laying ”
“Shure, t at's what he calls it, an’, be-
gorra, he’s not a
“This will be his death," cried Mr, Hun-
ter, frantically, turning to Grace and
Katie. ‘*He must be crazy !”
CHAPTER Xi.
HARRY’S GREAT RUNS—SCOTT AND DAVE
REED AT WORK AGAIN,
‘THEY ran out with the intention of com-
pelling him toe get out of the game, but
just at this moment the referee’s whistle
p The players lined up for the second
alf,
The Elizabeth players were in gre:
spirits. They had scored a goal, and fe’ tt
no doubt, that they would be able to score
many others.
They knew that ‘‘ Half Back Harry” was
the mainstay of the Tilgrims, a and they had
seen what condition he was
The Pilgrims had the w: ind in their favor
now, which was a great advantage as they
soon foun
After the kick off they pressed Eliza-
beth hard, driving the opposing team into
its own goal, and causing thein to act on
the defensi
Jack Burke's play was especiall fond
now. Noone could pass him, and e car-
ried ‘the ball forward more than once, gain-
ing many yards each time he did so,
* Half Back Harry” had been compara-
and a
Jack Burke broke the silence.
towards the Elizabeth gout.
He was stopped before he had gone many
themselves most of the time, and he saw
the line.
All at_once there was a_ tremendous
d Fisk a Jack Burke had
foreed the ball teoaah, and had driven it
over the line, making the Piizabeth team
touch « down in self-defen
joints, anyway,” maid Ned Rush-
“ That’s a beginning.”
on “An d one ending,” growled Scott Wil-
asked Ned,
@
“ What] do you mean?”
angri
e 1 shouldn't have thought you needed to
ask such a question, ‘Those fellows are
aly playing with us. j
what they please, Just watch them score.”
The ball was bronght out to the twenty-
five ard line, and ki
instantly he started to run with
cott Wilson shouted an angry 'Gxclama-
tion.
“ ite ought to have kicked it back,” he
said. “Ie can’t get far with it now.”
But Harry was traveling at a surprising
rate, fairly flying over the gridiron in fact,
and he now had the entire field on his left
as he tore down the ground not far from
the side boundary line,
he running that the Eliza-
beth fellows ‘tried in vain to overtake him,
N e was within twenty yards
their goal line, and he had only the full
The excitement was tremendous, the
spectators cheering his great run just as
their own sid e
thought of charging the
he decided it was better
not to attempt
his, So he dodged him,
passing under
Pursuit was useless now, “Half Back
Harry ” crossed the line ané touched dow n
amidst great cheerin;
“Wonderful |” exclaimed Mr. Hunter,
who we Grace and Katie was looking on
what. you've done,” said Scott | at the
me.
“ And the doctor said he wasn't fit to go
out,” exclaimed Katie, “I shall never be-
lieve doctors again, .
“Oh! I wish he wasn't playing,” said
Grace,
“Why?”
“Tow an do him so much harm,”
Katie laughed,
*VTe’s just made an eighty yard, run, I
don’s think 2 boy who does that is going
to die just yet.”
Jack Dro etiie the ball out and “Half
Back Harry” himself kicked it. To miss
the goal from such a position was almost
impossible, and ina moment the ball sailed
right over the bar exactly in che middle of
the space between the goal p
Five minutes later eirak Back Harry”
got the ball again and another try resulted
as he managed to cross the line, As be-
fore, the try was converted into a goal,
and when the whistle blew almost directly
after, the Pilgrims were winners by 14
joints
said Ned Rushton to- Scott Wilson.
“ Those fellows didn’t do just as they
ple with us, did they?”
ade no answer, He rushed off to
the dressing-room, being only too anxious
to get off the grounds,
“ Half Back Harry ” had an ovation, The
crowd cheered him till it was hoarse, and
these Shouts rendered Scott positively
furiou'
“s Wonder whether you'll ever be the
heto?” asked Dick Stagg, as he and Scott
ae
3
tongue.
was half dead,
“Tk Know.
“A trick !”
“y Yes, he wante
hesdid it. Why, I'm told that his father,
even, thought he was in a serious condi-
tion, and ther
matter with him } {ter all.”
he couldn't deceive the doctor.”
“He didn’t try. The doctor was in the
plot with him. Scott, the Jaugh is on us
this time, and no mistake.”
Scott Wilson frowned but said nothing,
Dick was naturally of a talkative na-
ture, and as he was unable to keep silent
long, he commenced to chatter again,
“T've been thinking a good deal about
Tt was a trick.”
you and ‘Half Back Harry,’” he sai
* What of ie was the sharp question.
“Why, I don't quite see the object of
uarreling all the time. The best thing for
you and, Hunter to do is to make upand be
frien
ite ‘ou crazy 2”
“Not a a bit. ae ately sound in mind,
Scott.”
“Don’t let me hear you talk like that
again, orI shall think you're mad. Hunter
and L can never be friends. Grace Rushton
The forwards had the ball to
tiyely idle.
at will win, Dick; you seeif I do
p «Rather mistaken, don’t you think?’ .
ted to fool everybody, and .
ttle of it, as, of course, he was back of
ke
Talf Back Harry" caught the ball and
heartily as if,it had been made by one of .
Elizabeth full. back, ‘Dut in his weak’ state .
the man’s arm, and rushing towards tke ~
Tap tata
soy aoe reer esr eng”
ce
Seta TY ak
was of Hunter’ Se Most people thought he
vas nothing much the -
Po a Pe ON Ca oe TE 88.
s the cause of our hating each other 8» :
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