Joel took the preliminary examination for Harwell University in June, and left class day morning for home.

West had abandoned his original intention of entering Yates College, and had taken with Joel the preliminary examination for Harwell; and they were full of great plans for the future, and spent whole hours telling each other what marvelous things awaited them at the university.

But Remsen spoke hopefully of future meetings at Harwell, and Joel and West waved him farewell from the station platform and walked back to the yard in the manner of chief mourners at a funeral.

He, too, was to enter Harwell the coming fall, a fact which strengthened the bond between the three youths.

Cooke passed at last, and later confided to West that he didn't know what he'd do now that they wouldn't let him stay longer at Hillton; he was certain he would feel terribly homesick at Harwell.

He received one day a letter forwarded from Marchdale which bore the signature of the captain of the Harwell Varsity Football Eleven.

Joel had practiced every day except Sundays, and had just arrived at the conclusion that football as played at Harwell was no relation, not even a distant cousin to the game of a similar name played at Hillton.

At Hillton the game, very properly, was restricted to its more primary methods; at Harwell it is developed to its uttermost limits.

Hazing has "gone out" at Harwell, and so, when at about nine the two boys beard many footfalls outside their door, and when in response to West's loud "Come" five mysterious and muffled figures in black masks entered they were somewhat puzzled what to think.

Under the charge of Kent, one of the coaches and an old Harwell half, Joel was instructed in catching punts till his arms ached and his eyes watered, and in kicking until he seemed to be one-sided.

They were playing Amherst, and Joel has ever since held that college in high esteem, for that it was against its Eleven he made his début into Harwell football life.

The Harwell ends were a little in advance but off to the sides, and Joel sprinted hard and easily passed them both.

Behind, although he could not hear it for the din of shouting from the Harwell stand, he knew the pursuit to be in full cry.

Harwell hearts sank, for the crimson-clad runner appeared to waver, to be slowing down.

There was but one thing that day more beautiful to see than that fearless attempt to tackle; and that one thing was the leap high into the air that the Harwell left half made just in the nick of time, clearing the tackler, barely avoiding a fall, and again running free with the ball still safe!

Then, and at the same instant, the scattered breadth of lime was gone, and a hand clutched at the canvas jacket of the Harwell runner.

"Glory, glory for the Crimson, Glory, glory for the Crimson, Glory, glory for the Crimson, For this is Harwell's day," sang the throng.

SEE Harwell, Henry.

SEE Harwell, Henry.

HARWELL, GEORGE C. A workbook for college composition.

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By George C. Harwell.

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SEE Harwell, Henry.

SEE Harwell, Henry.