"THE MAN WHO WAS AIR-TIGHT."
(g OCOME,0 COME, Morris, you had better give me a couple of dol
lars. You know that the team needs all the support
it can get this Fall. Besides, the 'Varsity all need new
foot ball suits and as the Association is in debt, we can't get
them if the fellows won't subscribe."
" I'm very sorry Creighton," replied Morris, while his cheek
flushed crimson with embarrassment, "but really I can't do it."
And here the poor fellow hid his face in his hands, his whole
aspect being one of utter dejection.
Creighton left the room with a look of utter contempt.
When the door had closed Morris jumped to his feet and com
menced pacing the floor. It was hard for him, this proud, young
collegian, to thus refuse Creighton. As he became calmer his air
of dejection gave place to one of earnest thought.
He was a Senior. Why should he not subscribe just this
once more ? He had done so before, and why not this last time ?
The clock on the mantel ticked away unheard.
" No," at last, resolutely. " I can't do it." At that instant his
room-mate, Adams, entered with a smile on his face, and seeing
the smile, Morris was glad of his decision.
That night, as usual, a crowd of students gathered in one of
the dormitories.
" I tell you, it's a confounded shame," said Creighton, " Morris
hasn't paid a cent for athletics since he was a Freshman."
" Yes," said another, " and they say his dad's worth a cool
hundred thousand, too."
" That is the strange part of it," replied Creighton, " when
Morris was a Freshman he had all the tin lie wanted, but when
he came back the next year, he stopped all his sporting and settled
down into a regular miser. Well, I suppose the foot ball team
can get along without his money."
" Fellows, will you let me tell you a story ?" interposed a voice.
" Hello, Adams I didn't notice you were here. But go ahead
with your story. Anything to pass away the time," said Creigh
ton. " Has it anything to do with Morris, though ?"