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CAPTAIN MILES A BIG HIT
The “Captain of Plymouth” came
off in fine style, rivaling even the
succe'ss of Katcha Koo. Captain Miles
and winsome Priscilla won the hearts
of the audience as all who had seen
any of the practices knew they would.
The stern Elder Brewster won the
admiration of the house which was
packed to overflowing.
Too much can not be said for the
fine work of Misses Dorsett, r\Te and
Mildred Little.
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Big Bill exchanged his street shoes
for his bedroom moccasins, slipped
into his smoking jacket, and having
lighted his “Meditation” on its busi
ness end, settled down in the big easy
rocker to spend a literary evening at
home.
All day something had been prey
ing on his mind. Try as best he might
he couldn’t figure out what it was
that was worrying him. In fact, he
didn’t even know that he was worried.
His oatmeal that morning had been
cooked just exactly the right number
of minutes, and he would have sworn
that the dairyman hadn’t watered the
milk that went with it. He knew for
an absolute fact that he hadn’t for
gotten to kiss his wife good-bye be
fore going to the office. His motor
had run like a top all the way down
town; his stenographer hadn’t put
on too much rouge this particular
morning; and business had been quite
as well as usual.
And yet ever since the moment
when he had set down at his desk to
be greeted by the calendar’s bold
black “June 10” and a pile of cor
respondence he had felt a vague un
easiness.
It couldn’t be anything serious he
was satisfied. Probably his subcon
scious mind was warning him that he
was on the verge of missing a deal
or of losing a few dollars, but after
all he would put it aside tonight and
go back a small matter of seventy-
five or a hundred million years with
his old friend, Mr. H. G. Wells. His
wife across the table from him v/as
reading the latest “Theater Arts
Magazine” and appeared to be inter
ested to such an extent that she pro
bably wouldn’t annoy him with any
more of those silly questions. Little
Bill, the three-year-old member of
the firm, was playing with his elec
tric train over in the corner, but he
would soon be tucked in his little
bed and dreaming of driving a great
big locomotive with a long string of
cars, and so would not be a cause of
annoyance to his dad. Big Bill
stretched his feet out in front of him,
blew a smoke ring toward the ceil
ing, and began to feel very contented.
“Sonny, ’ he called to the youthful
railway man in the corner, “won’t
you run in the library and get daddy
that big brown book that’s lying in
there on the little side table?”
The engineer applied the brakes,
toddled into the library, and in a
moment returned with a book almost
as large as himself.
“Hello; what’s this you’ve found,
sonny?” asked his dad as he took it
from the little fellow. “By George,
Mother, he’s brought out the old
school annual. I’d almost forgotten
the old book. Where’s it been all the
time, and how did he happen to find
it?”
Mrs. Bill looked up.
“I was just thinking *of old times
today, and so I went upstairs and got
it and I was looking at it in there;
that’s why Billy found it. Did you
want some other book?”
“Well,” replied Big Bill, “I had
intended to read some more hundred
thousands of years in “The Outline
of History,” but I guess I’ll let H. G.
wait a while and glance over the old
book myself. Want to see some pic
tures of daddy when he went to col
lege, sonny?”
SonnVr of course, was always inter
ested in anything that concerned his
daddv, and so in a moment the two
Bills were eagerly bending over the
old book that told of four years that
meant so much to Big Bill—four
years into which were crowded a
hundred years of ordinary living,
years chock full of the pure joy of
living, years of play, of fellowship,
'of work. Yes, Bill had worked. He
liad accomplished. He had never let
studies interfere with his college life,
it is true, and yet he had not wasted
his time at school. Many honors had
been his. In student activities he had
taken a very prominent part. On all
the boards of the different college
publications he had served; in the
literary fraternities he had been one
of the chief muckety-mucks, as well
as a ferocious wielder of the paddle.
Big Bill was indulging in memo
ries. He blew another smoke ring,
and in it he saw a field. Around the
four sides of the field spread a sea
of humanity; mighty cheers rose to
ward the sky; two cheerleaders in
white were capering in front of the
stands; they were yelling somebody’s
name. He recognized it as his own.
They were yelling to Big Bill to take
it over. And Big Bill had taken it
over!
Big Bill leaned farther back in his
chair. Sonny had begun to drowse.
Yes, he had taken the ball over. He
had been a big man at the old school.
Memories. Sad to think of the old
times that have forever passed. Yes;
but he had taken it across when they
had called upon him. Mighty satis
factory feeling, though.
The smoke cleared away. Big Bill
looked at the book again. Yes; there
was the old club. Swell boys, those
fellows! Wonder where they all are
tonight? Wouldn’t I like to get all
the bunch back in the house, and
have another bigg “bull session.”
But dear old Bob has transferred his
membership to the Eternal Chapter,
and Slim—wonder where Slim is?
Haven’t seen him since the last night
before Commencement.
“By George.” Big Bill was talking
ever so gently to himself. He could
knock down a whole end of a line,
but then he could talk as gently as a
woman sometimes. “They were swell
chaps, those boys. I’ll never forget
’em.” A tear trickled down Big Bill’s
cheek. “God bless ’em all—wherever
they are. I’d go through hell for any
of ’em! I swore an oath a mile long
to stick by ’em anywhere—anytime—
and I meant it—and still mean it.”
For a long time he looked at the
picture of his fraternity group. Each
face he seemed to study—thought
fully and tenderly. Why had he
looked at the book anyway? Why
should he be boo-hooing like an in
fant? Yet he continued to boo-hoo—
at least a restrained kind—and he
seemed to enjoy it. The greatest pas
sion of the human heart had stirred
him. He had loved those boys, and
with each succeeding year that love
had grown stronger, deeper, more
God-like.
Love?
Big Bill remembered. There had
been a little co-ed. She had been on
his Dramatics class. He remembered
that he had spoken to some of the
fellows about her and they had bet
him he would not take her out to a
show. And he had taken her. And
he had taken her another time—and
another—and then he stopped count
ing. She had played the leading lady
in one of the plays—at Commence
ment, wasn’t it? Yes, yes. Certainly.
Why shouldn’t he remember THAT
night? That night of all nights.
That night he had taken her home
after the play was over. It was the
last day. He had received from the
hands of the Governor or the State
that very morning—his sheepskin!
And that night she had captured the
house. She had acted remarkably
well. All the alumni and visitors had
fallen for her. And so had he. And
that night after the show when they
had reached home, he had told her
so! He had always been a writer.
The campus said he was the best of
them all. But on this particular night
he had not written a story. He had
told one. And with the help of the
moon—Big Bill was remembering
fast—and, well, anyway, he had told
her, and she had said that it was the
most beautiful story that she had
ever heard, and—Big Bill was smil
ing broadly now, but there was still
that tender look about the eyes and
mouth.
Sonny’s grip loosened on the book
and it started to slip from his daddy’s
lap, but Big Bill caught it in time.
Some of ■ the leaves had turned. He
looked at it again.
“By George,” said Big Bill, “Moth
er, look what I found.”
Mrs. Bill came over to the two
Bills.
“That’s what I’ve been looking at
today,” she said ever so quietly.
“Remember what happened that
night after the play, old girl?” said
Bill mischievously.
“Yes. And you dear, foolish old
boy, you’ve never even noticed the
date when the play was given.”
Big Bill looked at the annual
again.
“By George,” he replied with the
old twinkle in his eye, “no wonder
I’ve been feeling so funny today. It
says that all that happened on June
the tenth—ten years ago.”
And as Big Bill cautiously carried
little Bill to his bed there was a new
look of tenderness on his face.
“Mother,” said he, as he tipped
back in his chair after giving his
wife an extra kiss, “I wouldn’t take
a billion dollars for that little story
I told you ten years ago tonight.
Even if I was half scared to death!”
he added with a chuckle.
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