Interference and Other Football Stories Part 16
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At last Davies rushed to the door and slid past, picking a hole between the burly door-tender and a rather uppish young subst.i.tute who C. R. D.
ardently hoped would never become a regular.
Once inside, the going was easier. Players in different stages of dressing, and others still under the showers, glanced at him curiously as his eyes sought out but one individual--the Harvard quarterback.
"Where's Broadhurst?" Davies asked of the Crimson man nearest him.
"Other side of the lockers," the individual addressed answered gruffly.
Then, as Davies followed the direction, he mumbled: "Who let that bird in?"
The latest Harvard hero was lacing a shoe when the former All-American quarterback came upon him. Davies paused a moment, looking down at the slim-lined figure sitting on the bench. He watched the slender fingers as they plucked feverishly at the shoe strings.
Evidently the boy was in a great hurry, Davies thought. He probably wanted to get out--to meet his sweetheart and to hear her tell him how wonderful she thought he was. Davies felt a gripping pang. He knew all about it. He had been there--exactly in Broadhurst's shoes--twenty years before.
After what seemed a dragging century, the young fellow finished lacing the shoe, looked up, and started. "Oh! I--I beg your pardon. Did you want to see me?"
Now that his opportunity for congratulation had come, Davies for some unknown reason, felt suddenly small and insignificant. He felt the clear blue eyes of the new Harvard star boring into his with kindly inquiry, and for once in his life old C. R. D. found himself stammering.
He did manage to extend his hand.
"I--I just wanted to tell you how much I--that is--it did me lots of good to see---- Oh, hang it! Signals over! What I mean to say is that I've followed Harvard football for over twenty years. You see, my name's Carrington R. Davies."
The Harvard quarterback continued shaking the stranger's hand politely; but there was no sign of recognition at mention of the name, only a slight frowning of the eyebrows.
C. R. D. noted this and his stammering became several degrees worse.
"I--I--used to play quarterback on the Crimson, too."
The other's eyebrows lifted at this.
"And I--and I---- Well, of course you wouldn't remember; but it was just such a day as this--twenty years ago--that I---- Perhaps you've heard tell of it?" C. R. D. brought up lamely, loath to relate the entire incident and hoping that Broadhurst would recall hearing of it.
The Harvard quarterback shook his head, but there was an interested gleam in his eyes. "Why, no. I'm sorry, sir; but I----"
"Well," the former All-American quarterback broke in desperately, "I made a ninety-five-yard run for a touchdown in the last minute of play and won the game against Yale, much as you did--to-day."
There was a deep-throated chuckle from young Broadhurst. "Then it's you, sir, who deserve congratulations!"
"No, no. That's not the point," insisted Davies, with a sense of giddy bungling. "That's really not the point. I just mentioned it because I--because I couldn't help thinking of it, that's all. I couldn't help thinking of myself from the moment I saw you out there, free, with the game at stake, making for the Yale goal. It was just like looking at a moving picture of myself--twenty years ago. You'll pardon me, Broadhurst, I know. Nothing's ever gripped me like that run of yours this afternoon. Nothing!"
Davies was in the swing of things now. He had recovered from his embarra.s.sment and was pouring out his feelings in a flow of words which tumbled over themselves to get expressed. Broadhurst was the one who was embarra.s.sed this time. He looked down at the floor and s.h.i.+fted his feet awkwardly and tried to draw away his hand, but the stranger only gripped it the tighter.
The Harvard quarterback shot a glance about the locker room, relieved to see that no one appeared to be noticing them. Every one was interested in his own business, anxious to get outside and join the victory-crazed celebrators.
"I was with you every step of the way," Davies went on. "When you slipped, I slipped. When you straight-armed the Yale man, I straight-armed him, too. Everything you did all the way to the goal line, I did. It was almost uncanny. Even when they tackled you as you went over for a touchdown and pounded you into the mud--that's just what happened to me. So I have you to thank more than to congratulate, Broadhurst, for we both know what it means to have done our best for the good old Crimson. And you have helped me to live over one of the happiest, most thrilling moments of my life!"
The Harvard quarterback withdrew his hand. The stranger turned away to hide eyes which brimmed with tears.
"I--I'm glad, sir," was all that Broadhurst could think of to say.
Davies stiffened, chagrined at himself for his show of feeling. He was a silly, sentimental old fool, inflicting his childishness upon a gentlemanly young fellow who was too kind and sportsmanlike to show distaste or offense. But why should any one else be interested in his, Carrington R. Davies' feelings, or the fact that, twenty years before, he had scored a touchdown?
"Well, I'm keeping you from going out. I'll be taking leave," remarked the All-American quarterback, backing off apologetically.
"Don't be in a hurry," Broadhurst said, reaching out for his dress s.h.i.+rt, but obviously glad to be about his business. "I'll be through in a minute and then----"
Whatever else the Harvard quarterback may have said was lost upon Davies. He was quite instantly, unexpectedly, and acutely made conscious of something extremely coincidental. The arm that reached out to take the s.h.i.+rt from the locker had the slip of a crimson bow tied about the wrist.
Davies rubbed a hand across his eyes and looked again. How he had missed seeing that bow before he could not understand. But it was certainly there. Infernally peculiar! It was certainly there.
Broadhurst, noting the stranger's stunned expression, stopped, his s.h.i.+rt half on, to inquire what was the matter.
"Why--why nothing--only that bow. You--you'll probably think me odd--but, do you mind my--my taking a good look at it?"
The Harvard quarterback held out his arm with a slight gesture of impatience. Davies took the hand and studied the bit of ribbon. Of course, it wasn't--but didn't it beat the devil how everything had worked out this day? Either that or he was suddenly losing his mind.
Perhaps that was it. He had brooded so long over the affair of his youth that at last it had affected his brain.
The ribbon was wet--and soiled--and--this, he thought, could easily be his imagination--it was actually a trifle faded. But it did look strangely familiar, strangely like the one that a dear, trusting girl had tied about his wrist, and that he had sealed there with a kiss twenty years before. It was infernally peculiar. That was all there was to it. Infernally peculiar!
Davies straightened up, to find the Harvard quarterback at the point of exasperation.
"I don't blame you for thinking me out of my mind," sympathized C. R.
D. "And I may be, for all I know. So many unG.o.dly things have happened to me to-day. But--if it's not being too personal--where did you get that bow? From your sweetheart?"
There was almost a contemptuous note in Broadhurst's voice as he started to b.u.t.ton his s.h.i.+rt. "No! My mother."
Davies felt his knees give way beneath him and he dropped down heavily upon the bench, staring up at the Harvard quarterback, unbelievingly.
"Your--your mother?"
"Yes. What's wrong with that?" demanded Broadhurst, picking up collar and tie. "It's a good-luck charm," he explained curtly; then he added with a smile: "And it sure worked to-day!"
"A--a good-luck charm?" echoed Davies weakly. "A good-luck---- Say!
Your mother--I mean, is your father--living?"
The Harvard quarterback paused in his tying of a four-in-hand to shoot a puzzled glance at the evidently insane stranger. "No, sir. He died before I was born."
"Oh, I see," Davies mumbled, conscious of his heart thumping in his ears. "But your name--Broadhurst? Was that your father's?"
This question was almost too much for the latest Harvard hero. He spun his locker door shut with a bang. "Why certainly!" Then, wheeling upon his questioner, he asked: "Why wouldn't it be?"
"I--I thought perhaps your mother might have married again and that you--you took the name of your--your stepfather," hazarded Davies.
"See here. I don't know what you're driving at, but I don't like your insinuations. My mother was married only once, and she----"
"Listen!" broke in Davies excitedly. "If I'm not badly mistaken, your real name's Carrington R. Davies. I mean--perhaps not Carrington R.--but Davies anyway!"
"You don't know what you're talking about. My name's Carrington Nubbins Broadhurst!"
"Carrington Nubbins. It is! Well, why didn't you say so? But you're all wrong on the last name. Where's your mother? I've got to see her.
Why, confound it, old boy, I'm your father!"
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