110 drop., tho ball, and kicking rather high to j^ivo the favouring wind timo to do its work, and also to avoid any chance of catch from Wethorby. smites the ball with his foot, Riving ib overy pound of weight and ounce of power in his mighty body. Tho sphere llios from tho ground, tho Harvard buck makos a wild spring for it, but it is eight inches above his grasp and sailing over his head as it gradually rises in tho air. Then both teams and spectators gazo upon it, and there is. ilonco. Tho ball goes straight as an arrow for the goal-posts, but making its curve, seems to falter and have scarce strength enough to reach, tho distance is so groat; thon, caught, perhaps, by n stronger gust of wind, ib gains now power nnd shootß over tho cross-bar and between tho goal posts, whilo up to heaven goes a Valo yell thab might wake tho sovon sloopors, and tho air becomes azure with banners, while tho little girl waves hor blue parasol and cries: ' Didn't I tell you just to wait and see my big brother kick !' But no ono answered her taunts—tho Harvard maidens aro crushed lilies now. Tho ball is put in play again, but bofore any ellort of tho crimsons can retrieve thoir fortunes, timo is called, and Harvard stands beaten by a single goal. So they all turn to leave tho grounds, little Bossic Evorott humming a Yalo ditty and gazing contemptuously at the crashed young ladies who wear the crimson. She has nob mado half a dozen Bbeps from hor scab on tho grand stand whon sbo cries out suddenly : ' Why, Mr Van Beekman, havo you come to tako me to my brother ? Wasn't Phil's kick lovely?' and holds out her little hand to a Yale undergraduate who is pressing toward hor in the crush. ' Lovely .' It was real agitating—l actu ally clapped my hands !' cries this creaturo, who is vory little, and is arrayed mosb strikingly in azure shirt, collar and cuffs, , with a bluo scarf around his neck, ,i blue flower in his buttonhole, and exquisite blue gloves on his dainty hands. 