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
“It was then that tennis occurred to me. I began to bet on my playing,
not in small sums――I had done that often before――but heavily. Some one
dared me to play you, saying that you could beat me. I made a bet of
twenty-five dollars on the result, and invited you to play me. That
bet I lost, as you know, and you refused to give me an opportunity of
recovering that loss. At that time I was specially hard pressed for
money, and ready to do almost anything to secure it. Suddenly an idea
occurred to me that seemed to promise well. If I could interest the
college in contributing to lawn tennis I might make use of the money
appropriated for this purpose, and obtain temporary relief from the
debts that were pressing me so hard. I did not contemplate actually
stealing the money. I only wanted to gain time until I could raise
more money in some other quarter.
“I had it all arranged that I should be nominated for treasurer in
case the college took up with my idea, and I would have no difficulty
in being elected, as I had always been so prominent in tennis. I took
advantage of the fact that baseball stock seemed low, and tried to
draw the college toward tennis. You know how my effort failed, but
you do not know how desperate that failure made me. I was angry with
everybody, especially with you, whom I believed to be chiefly to
blame――you see I don’t mind telling all this. I can do myself no harm
now.”
“But Howard,” cried Ray aghast, “could even that bring you to such an
act as this? Could――――”
“No. The worst is to come. That only made me angry, and it was because
I was angry with you that I intercepted your letter about the baseball
meeting. It was merely to get square with you. It was mean and small, I
know, but it isn’t the worst I have done.
“Of course I was compelled to carry my debts for a while longer, and
as this was becoming more and more difficult on account of the growing
impatience of my creditors, I was at my wits’ end to know what to do.
Some notes had come due, others were impending, and the men――who had
been friendly enough at the start――refused to extend the time, and
threatened to force me to payment. Of course I did not fear legal
prosecution for a debt contracted at cards, but I dreaded exposure, and
the disgrace that would follow. So it continued until last Wednesday
night.
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