The Crimson Banner : $b A story of college baseballMoffat, William D. (William David)
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The Crimson Banner : $b A story of college baseball
Moffat, William D. (William David)
Baseball stories; College sports -- Juvenile fiction; College students -- Juvenile fiction
“That is a question I do not like to answer directly,” said Professor
Fuller, smiling. “What would become of the college if the boys should
look to me to reverse the decisions of the faculty? I have no such
power, you know, nor should I want it. I would be in hot water all
the time. I will say this much, however: that I sympathize with you
heartily, and that I will see if anything can be done.”
“That is the most we expected,” put in Ray, his face brightening.
“Don’t expect too much,” said the professor. “All that I can do is to
see Dr. Drayton and talk the matter over with him. The whole question
rests with him, and his authority alone will decide it. The rest of the
faculty would be willing enough to relinquish the condition. What my
interview with Dr. Drayton will result in remains to be seen. He is a
man of strong convictions, as you know, and apt to be especially set in
his way when seriously annoyed.”
“I am afraid he is very angry,” said I.
“No doubt of it; still there isn’t a better man at heart to be found
than Dr. Drayton, and you can expect justice. I speak from long
experience, for I knew him as a classmate years ago, and I have lived
close to him the greater part of my life. I will bring the matter up in
a few days, when I think the annoyance will have passed away. Meantime
what are you going to do?”
“We will move out into town temporarily,” I answered. “Of course we
cannot attend recitations, nor go upon the college grounds, but we must
stay here at Belmont for the sake of the ball nine if for nothing else.”
“It will be best for you to stay for several reasons,” said the
professor. “Have you written to your parents about the matter?”
“No, sir.”
“Better do so at once, and so anticipate the formal notification which
Mr. Dikes will have to send them. Tell your story in full, and then,
when the notification comes, your parents will understand it. Now as
to your studies. I suppose you intend to keep abreast of your classes?”
“We would like to,” answered Ray, “but we feared that we would be
unable to do so without the privilege of attending lectures.”
“Not at all,” said the professor. “Let some one of your classmates
bring you his written notes to copy each day. You can get Mr. Dikes
to tutor you. He does that sort of work frequently. I strongly advise
this for your own good, and because I know that the fact that you are
conscientiously working to keep up with your classes will influence Dr.
Drayton in your favor.”
This suggestion we caught at gladly. Under Professor Fuller’s
encouraging words, the affair was rapidly taking on a more cheerful
aspect. We continued to talk the matter over for some time longer, and
when at length we rose to go, it was with hearts considerably lightened.
“I don’t know how we can thank you for your kindness,” said Ray
earnestly, as we stood by the door.
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