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Established 1878.
A^lYjEJE&ARY NUMBER.
CLAKE,, MtCBt; FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 24, 1899
PART OKE.
New Series: Vol. 7. No. 52.
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_he eagle Is a Rlortotts bird,
•   An'one •■•ea.lf.eln.ire:
An' we can hear the poot slnB
His praise an* never tire:
' But take It w'en thr frosts hev cum
'An* all ther trees are bare, •
An' bashful snowflakes flist ure seen
In th1 November air;
'Taln't easrles then we'er thinkln1 'bout,
Nor birds that sweetly warblo*
We want tbat dear, ol'-fashloned fowl.
Th1 turkey with his Bobble;
Tis then we're ready to deotare,
In plainest prose or rhyme,
Th' turkey Is our favorite bird    _
'Long ' ' J&
'     'Bout .
Thanksgivin*)*!,.*
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A DOUBLE VICTORY.
Denton sat at his desk In one of the
inner offices of the editorial rooms of
t-ie Morning Clarion, Idly drumming
i.-itb. his pencil upon the loose papers
that lay scattered in front of him, his
eyes indolently fixed on the big clock-
dial in the tower opposite his window.
i-He sat thus for nearly an hour, deep
•in thought, and totally oblivious to all
about him. It had been his intention
•when he took hla seat to polish up his
four-column Thanksgiving article preparatory to its being set up on the
morrow, but the manuscript still lay
untouched upon his desk.
In his thoughts he was again living
over the delicious days of his August
vacation at Cape May. It was during
those days that he had met and fallen
in love with Laura Gilday, and the
young lady, much to her mother's
anxiety, had been prompt to return his
eflection. Denton managed to return.
to the city on the same train with, t__^
ladles, and before their destination Was
reached he had communicated ways' to
Laura which would enable them to still
meet occasionally in spite ot the anticipated objection of her father, who
had more than once plainly asserted
his ideas respecting his daughter's
■matrimonial future. He had often declared that hl-i daughter would wed
none but a wealthy man, who could
well afford her the luxurious surroundings to which she had been accustom-
pd, and that when the proper time
Jcftme, why—"He considered himself as
.being perfectly capable of selecting his
.-.wi. son-in-law!"
\Boom! Boom! Boom! The clock in
■$.he tOwer'was striking the noon hour.
Benton threw down his pencil and
-arose, "Miss Forsythe," he said to the
5ui_S* stenographer near him, "if
-_*iiompson comes In, tell him I've gone
-^o Iiinch, please."
'V'it-was half past twelve when Den-
tfojb.' joined Laura at their usual tryst-
f&g nlace, the cafe where Denton par-
_bofe.of his noon-day luncheon, and
■tyijiere Laura could drop in for a light
sreppst after the fatigues of.shopping.
Seating himself opposite her and hur-
jrff-dty, giving his order to the attend-
-ah't. he-.turned to Laura ttfid eagerly
tasked:   "Well, dfd he receive my let-
-4b«"
newspaper scribbler* asking permission
to call on me, and then he-Hih-^'ph'—it
was just dreadful the way he carried
on! You know I cannot, tell yOu all
he—" • •:    ■   ■■-.'
"You need not try," Interrupted Den;
ton, gloomily. "I understand. -Well,
I see he cannot he approached by the
epistolary route at any rate- Does he
still talk about-our friend Knight,
whom he has so thoughtfully" Selected
for your future husband?"
"Continually! The idea of him' wish--
ing me to marry a.man,I have never
even seen! Why, it's—it's^-preposter-r
oub, that's what It is!''
"That is not the word for it, dearest*,
it is utterly-idiotic! And it seems that
your father also has never met young
Knight, isn't that so?" '" ■ '
"Not since Mr. Knight was a little
boy," answered Laura, "but I believe
papa and the elder Mr.- Knight had
talked of such a union even before
that!"
"Why the old—I beg your'pardon-
but really, Laura, it does seem so im*
becile of- your father. Simply becaus*
the elder Knight was your father's college chum, and is now his New York
broker and a wealthy and intimate
friend, he cooly proposed a unity of the
families without consulting you, who
should be the most deeply concerned
of all!" ' ' •      ■
"I know, George," sighed Laura, "but
there is no convincing papa that-he is
ever wrong. In his eyes you are practically penniless, and Mr. Knight, you
know, Is very rich. But if papa could
only see you, I'm sure he would like
you."
"Possibly, and what about your
mother?" j
"You know she likes you, Gebrge—
oh, I almost forgot—papa received a
letter from Mr. Knight's father saying"
that George would—"
"George?" exclaimed Denton in surprise.
"Why, yes, didn't yon know his.
name was George, too?''
"How should I? You never mentioned it," answered Denton, morosely.
"I'll have mine changed at once!"
"You foolish boy! But, as I was
saying, Mr. Knight wrote, that his son
would be here Thanksgiving day; that
he Was a member of the Apollo Foot
Ball Club, and—"
"What!"
"My goodness, what Is the matter?"
"Never mind, go on—go on—" exclaimed Denton excitedly. "He. is a
member of the Apollo Foot Ball Club
—what next?"
"Well, nothing much," answered
Laura, "Except tbat Mr. Knight said
he hoped papa would meet his son,, and
ventured the belief that papa would be
greatly surprised to find how much
George had changed in the last fifteen
years. The idea! I should think he
would be considerably changed. He
was only ten years old, I think, when
papa saw him last—George!"
This last Interjection was caused by
her suddenly noticing that Denton was
staring stupidly at an inoffensive water
bottle and muttering unintelligibly to
himself. ,
.., "George!  what ever is   the   matter
|*»5__ you?"
"Denton 'roused up. "Matter?" he repeated, excitedly, "Just this. The
Apollo men are to play the Olympia
Athletic Association eleven here
Thanksgiving day, and—"
"The Olympia!" interrupted Laura,
"Why, that is the association you belong to, isn't It?"
"Yes; but listen. Last night I met
Harry Langel, the manager of the O.
A. A. club, and he told me he was in
!   " HERE HE IS LAURA,"   "
"Y-e-s," answered Laura; Blowly, "I
Sielieve ho did."
' "Yes?   And what did he say?" ,
"Well," said Laura reluctantly, "he
said he had received a letter from that
—that—oh, George, I cannot tell you
Jwst—"
"Never mind; go on; I can stand it!"
"Well, I "won't repeat his exact
■slot&B} but he said that he had re-
sdmltpd a letter from "that 'confounded
/m\h\
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/foodtjhir <rop!<. fef*K_/t •<*<*'J^ffc,'
* ' ^tJ-rone,
only desire to get into a game, aside
from the glory that lies In being on
the winning side, is because I feel that
the shaking up will do me good after
my long inactivity, and as for 'throw--
ing the game—well, we'll see if my
playing will warrant such a suspicion-
By Jove! I'm just dying to- get back
on the gridiron for one more game, and
something tells me that the game
Thursday will be a memorabre one."
"But you might not play," exclaimed
Laura, who was rapidly becoming
swayed by Denton's enthusiasm.
"Oh, I'm certain I will, from what
Langel tails me."
"And, just think, you will be playing with George Knight!"
"Weil, there will he plenty of room
and work for us both. You intend to
be present, I suppose; you know the
game is to be the society event of the
season."
"Yes; all our set will be there. Papa
bought a box some time ago, and now
that he understanu- Mr. Knight Is to
^autijMjn?
§ $##&0^&
1 understand that—,r
''ThsuiV vou. thank you," interrupted
Gilday In his brusque manner, .._"_-.
rapidly turned the' pages of the pamphlet, "Ab, here he is, Laura, "Knight—
right half back,', that's him,—and, by
George! that is just the position I used
to play; and I'll—"
"Pardon me, sir; but there has—"
The man in the next box touched Gilday on the arm as he spoke, and was
about to finish his sentence when the
vigilant Laura suddenly pulled her
father back into his seat and called
his attention to the field.
The time had arrived for the opening
ot the second half, nnd as the teams
lined up for a final struggle with the
ball on Olympia's thirty-yard line,
great swells of cheering roll back and
across the field, increasing like the
waves which tell of a storm coming
from the sea, Grim determination is
imprinted upon the visage of every
man in that little -group crouching
above   the ball   over   there   towards
--
__S_*S*_gS__5i?*2*_--2^^;^Z>_i__';/
f OUR BIRTHDAY.
W[ Twenty-one years ago .today was published the ^
W first newspaper in Glare, The Olare Press. Later W
M the News-Argus was established, the name of which, W
m after a'year, was changed to the Olare Democrat, m
W The Reporter and Republican each lived from four w
w -weeks to a year and discontinued. The Sentinel W
was then established and after a short period pur- jjk
chased the Democrat-Press. We need not say we ||,
are the leading newspaper in the county—everyone <m
knows it without our saying so. It will be the ^
eif ort of those in charge to keep the Sentinel apace JL
% with the intellectual advancement of our citizens, ^
and to stand as exponent of a live and prosperous #
little city. ™
"DID HE RECEIVE MY LETTER?"
receipt of a telegram from Furloh_, th^
captain of the1 Apollo eleven, saying
that Jennings and*Seabury, two. of
their crack inen had been disabled and
that they Would be obliged to appear
with a patched-up team, and possibly
would be forced to take in e local man.
Well, if they do, Langel intends to
speak for me, and If he—"
"But you don't play foot ball," suddenly interrupted Laura, who "had'been
listening with interest to this <*recital/
"How could'you—" " "'fi   - * *' ■
"I know t, don't, but I can!" warmly
interposed Seaton. "I played full-back
on the college team for two -seasons
and I guests I haven't forgotten how
during the last two years."
"But the training, and the signals?"
persisted Laura.
"I'm always,in training, little girl,
and as for their signals, it js,; Oflly the
matter of a few hours' study to roaster
them." .
"But George, doesn't it seem odd that
you should be playing against your'
friends?. Some people might think that
you—" •■;.••'
"That I would be liable to 'throw'
the game, eh?" laughed Denton. "Well,
I am simply a member of the association, not of the foot ball club.     My
pl_y, he ls more than anxious to go,
and says mamma and I must accompany him. '. He was once considered.
quite a player himself, I believe, during his college days."
"So? But you did not answer my
question; are you going?"
"Well, I didn't intend to at first, but
I will now, of course."
"Then I shall look for you; and by
the way Laura, should your mother
recognize me on the field do not let her
acquaint your father of the fact, If possible."
"Oh, she won't; she likes you too
well to do or say anything that would
injure your cause. You know she does
not uphold papa in his designs, she
Simply respects' his wishes."
.During the conversation they had
finished their lfmcheon, and now Denton' arose and Said, "And now if you
wish,51 will walk over to the elevated
station wlth'yOu. I have much to tell
you on the way over."
Laura hastily collected her belongings and the tsyo left the cafe.
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• Thanksgiving day dawned bright and
clear.' **The foot ball field and its,* vie-*!
• inlty presents a most grand and awe-'
inspiring slghtras the time draws near
for. the commencement of the great
game; the nearest, approach we can
make in "these ifiodern days to the gladiatorial" combats of glorious old Rome,
The flrst hall had just been finished
without either side scoring, when Wilson Gilday and his family entered the
box and took their seats. Owing to
Laura's efforts, Mr. Qildayshad failed
;t6 jiefeures & proj^junimei,during &thelr
hasty entrance, and just as she' was
congratulating herself on her success
thus far, she was startled to see her
father lean o'ver to one of .the gentlemen, in the adjoining box Aid request
a glance* at the progr„mii-e ^the.'man
hm lb'bis hand.
"Certainly," politely answered the
man as he passed over the sheet.   "But
Olympia's goal posts; every man* reeling that fierce as had been the magnificent struggle of the flrst half, a still
more desperate fight was to come.
' HE' STIIili   RETAINED THE BALI-.
"They're off!" fings from thirty
thousand throats m the signal is given
and the ball started. With a savagery
unparalleled the ;Apollo men hurl
themselves upon th^ir opponents; back
and forth surge, the trained and hardened athletes, and! then suddenly the
teams are mingled in a writhing mass
of arms and legs. Suddenly, from .the
fieap of muscular humanity, . like'' "W
seed -from a squeezed lemon, springs
out a lithe form clajd In the black and
yellow of the'Olympia's. ' Breaking
thro'ugh the tackle ot an opposing
Apolloian, he .tucks jhe ball more snugly under his arm and breaks across'the
field towards the Apollo's goal. But
the daring run, is ot short duration.
He ls downed after a gain of ten yards
and the ball passes into the possession
Of ;the Apollo men. For fifteen* minutes
the"- Satty' wages without an • apparent
gain for either side. In the stand the
spectators are standing in their seats
and yelling like fiends. Mr. Gilday
is mounted upon his chair, and, hat
in hand, is madly cheering in a manner that renders his wife and daughter
dumb with amazement. Laura has
recognized Denton's familiar form ear-
.v!;tto'.v.,-.
ly in the contest and her eager eyes Intently follow his every move; she hardly notices the twenty-one other struggling men, so earnestly is she watching her lover.
But five minutes more remain of- the
playing, By stubborn fighting Apollo
has brought, the ball to Olympia's ten-
yard line, and it is now buried In a
scrimmage, following a down. Now
the ball is secured by Capt, Sheldon, of
the Apollo's and he prepares for a pass
to Knight, who is playing In the disabled Jenning's position at full back.'
"Four — three — seven!." Sheldon
quickly passes the ball to a burly member of the Apollo's, who in turn snaps
it to Knight. But that youth clumsily
fumbles the ball for a moment In his
big, beefy hands, arid then—drops it,
while the multitude groans in anguish.
Wilson Gilday's face becomes purple
with rage as he shakes his hat. In .the
air and mingles  his voice with  the
"RAH I RAH I RAHl"
others. "Oh-oh, the confounded idiot!
Well—that chump has lost the—look—
look at him—look at Knight—wow—
good boy—he's got the ball—whoopee—
see him run—by jove, they've downed
him! No, he's up again—good boy,
George—only five yards now—see them
fellows hanging on his back—wow—
Oh, too bad, too bad, they've brought
him down at last. It's all over now!"
and Gilday dropped back breathless
with excitement, just as Mrs. Gilday
exclaimed, "Why, that is George—"
but a shake of Laura's head halted
her.
"Course it is," snorted her husband,
"and he'd have won the game too, if
—wow, wow, look at him crawl—look—
whoopee—" Denton had been thrown
within two feet of the goal line with
a dozen men on top of him. He still
retained the ball and now he began
to wriggle out from under the struggling mags of forms towards the line
so near him, and yet so infinitely disr'
tant. With painful slowness he draws
nearer and nearer the goal line. The
cheering has become deafening, and
high above the cries about him, rings
out Wilson Gilday's heavy voice:
"Wow! wow! wow!—see that boy-
only a foot now, George—and a minute
to play—damn that referee if he rings
the gong—now—whoopee-e another
plunge—now—whoop—he's over, he's
over! A touchdown—Rah. for Knight
—■there goes the bell—let 'er ring now.
Bah! rah! .rah! Four; to nothing—
whoopee-e—here they come with him
on their shoulders, w.etmust speak to
him if possible, Laura, when they bring
•him around here. By George, isn't he
a'-tfair'dsome, splendidly-built fellow!
Just what I imagined him to be. Rah
for Knight!"
"I beg your pardon,»sir," said the
man in the next bbx, leaning over and
grasping Gilday by the arm, "but you
appear not to be aware, of the change
made in the Apollo club shortly before
the game; you see—"
"Change; wnat change?" demanded
Gilday impatiently, turning upon his
adviser.    " *• .-        .
"Why. Jennings, their" full back, was
disabled in the east, ahd'Knight was
obliged to play the position to-day.
while George Denton—"
"What?"
"I say, Denton, a local man, played
Knight's position and won the game.
That red-headed fellow, who dropped
the ball, was Knight,"
Mr. Gilday dropped back helples3l,*
lj-^the seat and looked at hi** r-nuo-K*-
WHO had been demurely llatenlng to t_«
disclosure.'       /
"Did you know this . Is thii* your
Denton?"
"Yea, papa," softly answered Laura
to both questions.
Mr„ Gilday turned to his adviser, but
the man had left ihe box |fhen he
turned slowly about and*faced fils wife.
"And you, did you know this?"
-., "Why, I—er—yea, I recognized Sir.
Denton,' but—"
"But you remained silent and let s»
make a fool ot myself, eh?"    *
Mrs. GUday vouchsafed no reply, an'
her husband arose and looked towards
the group of brawny players who were,
bearing Denton aloft On their shoulders and, surrounded by a. shriek-US'.
mob o£ wildly enthusiastic admlrar*,
were nearlng the boxes. Laura, trembling with trepidation, arose and stood
by her father's side, anxiously -wondering what would be the outcome ot this.
most dramatic scene. As the group approach the box, Gilday leans over and
beckons the men towards him. A-*
they bring him. nearer, Denton tor the-
first time perceives the family, and aa.
he rises up and waves a salutation icr
Laura, Mr, Gilday reaches oat an*.
grasps his hand.    '
"Mr. Denton, I am pleased to me*-, •
you, sir; and—er—we shall*be delight-'
ed to have your' company at dinner tomorrow evening, If possible,"if ypu will-
kindly favor--" but .his utterances are
drowned/In. the cheers 'df the crowd
surrounding them, aiid with a final
pressure upon the brawny hand clasping his, he sinks back into his seat-
while the cheering men, bearing theiir
hero,'' pass on in their triumphant
march.'
Extract from the Morning Clarlo'tfa
write-up of the game, on. the followij-B.
day:
"The game throughout, and the second half in particular, was marked b_r
a series of the most daring and brilliant plays ever seen on the.local field,,
and the scene at the close of the^second
half, when Apollo scored a tonchdows-
just as the bell rang, will ever be fresa
In tha memory of the thirty thousand
spectators who witnessed it With but
three minutes to play, and the ball on
Olympia's ten-yard line, Knight, of the
Apollos, fumbled an easy, pass, ami
for one brief moment it appeared that
the game would end without either sicEe
scoring. But this clumsy fumble oi
Knight's was followed by a most'brilliant play of the entire game. As thi.
ball dropped through the full back'**?
hands, it was snatched up by George
Denton, the local man filling Knight'*
regular position of right half back-
Clasping the ball to his breast' hebroke •
through the opposing tackles, but waa;
thrown almost on the goal line. Then,
in spite of the crushing weight of the.
men over Him, he slowly but surely-
worked his way out, and scored the.
only point made during the game,
"Mr. Denton (who, by the way, will'
take charge of the Clarion 6ity depart-
•ment next week) is well known ia.
newspaper and athletic circles, and 1ms-.
may justly feel proud of the ovation,
tendered him at the close of ye3terdax*»
game."
From the Morning Clarion'B .Bocletjr
column a few weeks later:
"Mr. and Mrs. Wilson Gilday announce the engagement of their daughter, Laura W., to Mr. George H. Denton.   At home Wednesdays."
—Harry J. Smalley in Up-to-Date,  *
O'Brien's Calculation.
Miss Penelope O'Brien (sweet girt
graduate).—"The Countess of Castel-
lane's fete cost one hundred thousand1
dollars!"
Mr. Brian O'Brien (her father).—
"Will," there's nothin' strange abpttt
thot. Iv she's worth tin millions, her
fate ought t' be worth wan hoondhredt
thousand, at laste." - ' *\>
KING OR QUEEN.
Their  Thitfiksglvin'*'  comes   in the* a*iw«*
honey-moon,      -. . .
Together j-lfe'a pathway thtsy'll tqhw.
They merrily wish at their dainty love-teia..
With spirits light as the foam--*
Bat their wishes are blended with l.«—*» tmA
fears,
Ab to iyhibh oneshftll rule theirUroqwr
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