he High
School, and giving the Regal Rah, and the Mulvy Rah, they paraded up and
down the Avenue and over the cross streets until everyone knew that
Mulvy was "all right." They waited and waited for Frank. But no Frank
showed up.

Finally Gaffney said, "I know that kid. He has given us the slip. It's
getting dark, fellows, let's go up to his house and give him a good yell
and then scatter." So on they marched to Frank's home. It was bedlam as
soon as they got there. They yelled and yelled until the whole
neighborhood was out. That was what they wanted.

Mr. Mulvy had just got home from his office. Mr. and Mrs. Mulvy and
Frank's two elder brothers and his sisters came to the windows to see
what was up. They had not heard of the result of the game. Mrs. Mulvy
had just finished telling how they sent for Frank. What was their
astonishment then to hear the yell,

"Regal! Regal! Rah, Rah, Regal! Mul. . . .vy! What's the matter with
Mulvy? He's all right! Who's all right? Mul. . . .vy!"

Mr. Mulvy looked suddenly at Mrs. Mulvy. The big tears were rolling down
her cheeks.

"Why, what's the matter, dear, you should be proud and happy?"

"I am. But you don't understand."

(VI)

About ten minutes later, when the crowd had dispersed, Frank came
quietly along the Avenue and over the street to his home. To his
surprise the rooms were all lighted. He opened the door and received
such a warm welcome that it took his breath away. All rushed at him to
shake him by the hand and pat him on the back and kiss him. All but his
mother. His eyes ran over the room in search of her. He saw her in the
big arm chair, her apron to her eyes, wiping away tears which only he
understood. He ran into her arms. Neither said a word. They just
embraced. Then she kissed him on the forehead. "You _are_ all right,
Frank," was all she said.

Of course, he told them all about the game. But it was not until Dick
and Ned and Tommie came in to congratulate him that they heard his part
in it. Dick was a word painter, and he drew such a picture of the game
and of a "certain player" in it that a certain player blushed. But the
father and mother and the sisters and brothers of a "certain player"
started in all over again to maul him, and tell that player what they
thought of him.

After dinner, with Tommy and Dick and Ned all present, Frank had to go
down to the Club. He didn't want to--he knew how the fellows would maul
him. But he did feel that Father