He had not made the team. The family waiting He had not made the team, after years of striving; He had not made the team. He watched from the side lines, Battered and bruised in his crouched, blanketed body, Sweeping his team-mates backward. Then from his soul Was cleansed the sense of self and the sting of failure, And he was one of a pulsing, straining whole, Bracing to stem the tide of the on-flung bodies, Helping to halt that steady, relentless roll; Then he was part of a fighting, frenzied unit Forcing them back and back and back from the goal. There on the side lines came the thought like a whip-crack As his team rallied and rose and took control: He had not made the team, but for four long seasons, To cope with opposition and to surmount it What did it matter who held fast to the leather, He or another? What was a four-years' dream? There burst from his throat a hoarse, exultant scream. went with him knowing that he was going to demand of her relentlessly a supreme devotion. She had wanted power, he was seeking a greater power. She was unscrupulous, but to gain his ends he would have let his children die. She was hard as steel, but Grayson was as relentless as death itself, as relentless as any force of nature. She had loved the most difficult thing, and he challenged her to do the impossible, to let him walk over her heart to gain his purposes in life, and not only to do this, but to be unaware that he even demanded any sacrifice. So, having formed an ideal, she worked toward its fulfilment even though its fulfilment came in a form of which she had not dreamed. That is my explanation. Mrs. Nevers's is that Vivian fell in love with Grayson's youth, like any schoolgirl, and McAndrew thinks something like the same thing. "Women can't starve their primitive impulses without paying," is how he put it. "You can't count on them. But that young man will go far. He 'll have to," he added. The world shared their opinions. It did n't forgive Vivian what it termed her anticlimax, and showed its lack of forgiveness in its deadliest form by losing all interest in her. Here are the two explanations of the affair. You can take your choice, or Sydney Grayson's, who still naïvely believes that they were intended for each other from all time. He had not made the team. He was graduating: A girl in the bleachers turned away her head. He had not made the team. The family waiting He had not made the team, after years of striving; He had not made the team. He watched from the side lines, Two days later, a part of a sad patrol, Battered and bruised in his crouched, blanketed body, Sick and sore to his depths, and aloof in dole, Until he saw the enemy's swift advancing Sweeping his team-mates backward. Then from his soul Was cleansed the sense of self and the sting of failure, And he was one of a pulsing, straining whole, Bracing to stem the tide of the on-flung bodies, Helping to halt that steady, relentless roll; Then he was part of a fighting, frenzied unit Forcing them back and back and back from the goal. There on the side lines came the thought like a whip-crack As his team rallied and rose and took control: He had not made the team, but for four long seasons, To cope with opposition and to surmount it What did it matter who held fast to the leather, He or another? What was a four-years' dream? There burst from his throat a hoarse, exultant scream. went with him knowing that he was going to demand of her relentlessly a supreme devotion. She had wanted power, he was seeking a greater power. She was unscrupulous, but to gain his ends he would have let his children die. She was hard as steel, but Grayson was as relentless as death itself, as relentless as any force of nature. She had loved the most difficult thing, and he challenged her to do the impossible, to let him walk over her heart to gain his purposes in life, and not only to do this, but to be unaware that he even demanded any sacrifice. So, having formed an ideal, she worked toward its fulfilment even though its fulfilment came in a form of which she had not dreamed. That is my explanation. Mrs. Nevers's is that Vivian fell in love with Grayson's youth, like any schoolgirl, and McAndrew thinks something like the same thing. "Women can't starve their primitive impulses without paying," is how he put it. "You can't count on them. But that young man will go far. He 'll have to," he added. The world shared their opinions. It did n't forgive Vivian what it termed her. anticlimax, and showed its lack of forgiveness in its deadliest form by losing all interest in her. Here are the two explanations of the affair. You can take your choice, or Sydney Grayson's, who still naïvely believes that they were intended for each other from all time. HE Revelation RUTH COMFORT MITCHELL E had not made the team. The ultimate momentLast practice for the big game, his senior yearHad come and gone again with dizzying swiftness. It was all over now, and the sudden cheer That rose and swelled to greet the elect eleven Sounded his bitter failure on his ear. He had not made the team. He was graduating: A girl in the bleachers turned away her head. He had not made the team. The family waiting. He had not made the team, after years of striving; He had not made the team. He watched from the side lines, Two days later, a part of a sad patrol, Battered and bruised in his crouched, blanketed body, Sick and sore to his depths, and aloof in dole, Until he saw the enemy's swift advancing Sweeping his team-mates backward. Then from his soul Was cleansed the sense of self and the sting of failure, And he was one of a pulsing, straining whole, Bracing to stem the tide of the on-flung bodies, Helping to halt that steady, relentless roll; Then he was part of a fighting, frenzied unit Forcing them back and back and back from the goal. There on the side lines came the thought like a whip-crack As his team rallied and rose and took control: He had not made the team, but for four long seasons, To cope with opposition and to surmount it What did it matter who held fast to the leather, He or another? What was a four-years' dream? Out of his heart the shame and rancor lifted; There burst from his throat a hoarse, exultant scream. |