CHAPTER XVII

SCRANTON'S "OPEN-HOUSE" DAY

Saturday opened with a promise of fair weather, and thousands of

anxious hearts beat high with satisfaction when this important fact

became manifest.

Before the morning was half over many strangers were noticed in town,

having taken the day off in order to attend the wonderful meet, of

which so much had been said. Every boy in Scranton was wild-eyed,

and on the run most of the time, trying to be here, there, and in

half a dozen places at once, if such a thing were possible.

Indeed, there was so much going on it reminded some people of the

famous circus that visited the town two years back, with three

separate rings, and something taking place in each at the same time;

so that the spectators hardly knew how to take it all in and keep

from being cross-eyed.

Out at the athletic grounds there were crowds gathered. Men were

working at the fence, while another gang, under the orders of Mr.

Leonard, carefully put in place such paraphernalia as would be needed

in carrying out the programme. Even the big pole had been well

greased for the climbing match; while the hurdles for the obstacle

race were ready to be placed in position at the proper time; and a

thousand and one other matters engaged the attention of the physical

director, who was probably the most industrious man in seven counties

that Saturday A.M.

Nor was that all. Some of the would-be contestants, not wholly

satisfied with their record for proficiency, and wishing to key

themselves up to top-notch speed against the now near hour of trial,

were on the ground, and in their working togs. Here a bunch galloped

swiftly around the cinder path, with one of their number holding the

watch on them to ascertain what time they made. Further along

several other fellows were jumping with might and main, and showing

either jubilation or deep chagrin as they found themselves able to do

a shade better than ever before, or else going backward in their

scoring.

Indeed, that was going to be a red-letter day in the lives of all

Scranton's young people. They begrudged the passing minutes, because

their period of enjoyment would be shortened just so much with the

loss of every sixty seconds.

When Hugh came on the grounds, after his trip to Hackensack, and

seeing the hermit of the quarry once more safely lodged in the bosom

of his delighted family, he had only one regret. This was the fact

that poor K. K., whose heart had been so set on carrying the colors

of Scranton High to victory in the Marathon race, should be debarred

from participating in the same by a cruel fate.

As for himself Hugh was not quite so certain as before that he could

accomplish such a thing as getting over those fifteen miles ahead of

all competitors. What he had gone through with on the preceding day,

coupled with his night journey, and only partial rest, after getting

in bed at a late hour, had sapped some of his energy.

But Hugh's grit and determination were just as strong as ever, and he

meant to do his level best. If he fell down, why, there were "Just"

Smith, and Horatio Juggins, as well as two other Scranton fellows,

any one of whom might be the winner. So long as the prize fell to a

Scranton High boy, it mattered little who carried off the honors,

Hugh felt.

Noon came at last.

Everything was now ready for the opening of the athletic tournament.

Chief Wambold kept watch and ward over the grounds, assisted by his

entire force of uniformed men. He evidently did not intend that any

boy, with a mind that turned to practical joking, should have a

chance to exercise his evil propensities unchecked. Should such a

thing be attempted the joker would find himself up against a snag

immediately; and, as those posters announced, he was going to be

harshly dealt with up to the "extreme penalty of the law."

There were hundreds of people on the grounds at noon, which was a

pretty good marker for the immense crowds that would soon be heading

that way from every point of the compass. Most of these "early

birds" were, of course, out-of-town folks, farmers' families that had

come in, to market, perhaps, and they stayed over to see the great

show, because everybody living for many miles around Scranton had

heard about the meet, and and what a wonderful sight it would be,

well worth going miles to gaze upon. These thrifty and sensible

folks had, in many cases, brought their lunch along with them.

Perhaps they disliked the idea of eating in small restaurants, such

as Scranton, like most towns, boasted; but, no doubt, the main thing

was economy in these times of scanty cash and inflated war prices.

It was well worth watching when they started to open their packages,

and spread out the contents on the ground or, as might be, on the

benches where they had taken up their positions the better to see

what went on. And really it would have made any boy's mouth water to

note the immense quantities of home-made pies, doughnuts, fried

chicken, and all such good things as were displayed in those farmer's

wives lunch packets. At least there must be no sign of hard times

when the family went on a picnic, or any other sort of pleasure jaunt.

By then the crowds began to assemble in earnest. Town people,

fearing a crush, hastened to leave home with the lunch dishes

unwashed, and look for places to sit during the long afternoon.

Along the roads every type of car, wagon, carriage, and other styles

of equipages began to be seen, all heading toward the center of

interest, which was the town of Scranton.

Hundreds came from Allandale; indeed, it might be safe to even say

thousands, for in every direction could be seen the colors of

Allandale High, just as though each enthusiastic boy and girl had

rounded up all their relatives and friends, and induced them to make

it a point to travel to the neighboring borough, there to shout and

shriek, and in other ways lend encouragement to each Allandale

aspirant for athletic honors wherever they showed up.

Belleville, too, must look very much like the "Deserted Village" on

this particular afternoon; and, if the amount of business done

depended on the few who had remained at home, her merchants would

have to stay up until midnight in order to equal their customary

Saturday sales.

At half-past twelve the throng had become so dense that Chief Wambold

and his men were compelled to enlist the services of a number of

willing volunteers who, temporarily decorated with a silver shield,

were vested with the authority of regular officers, in order to keep

avenues open, and prevent the throng from breaking through the ropes

upon the limited field where the athletes expected to compete.

So far as attendance was concerned there was no longer the least

doubt but that the meet would prove an abounding success; the rest

remained to be proven. But the gathering athletes who began to

appear in little knots, coming from the dressing rooms of the

building, seemed full of confidence, and answered the loud salutes of

a myriad of friends in the crowd with reassuring nods, and gestures

calculated to buoy up their hopes.

The programme would be varied. First would come several short

sprints between the best runners of hundred-yard distances in the

county. These were sure to key up the spectators by their thrilling

intensity, as is always the case. Following fast upon these there

would be hammer-throwing, and the toss of the discus. Then the

programme called for other athletic exhibitions along a line that

would lend variety, and enhance the interest, as the different

schools struggled for supremacy in the arena provided, spurred on to

do their utmost by ringing cheers, and the dearly beloved class songs.

Everybody worth mentioning in Scranton would be there, from Dr.

Carmack, the supervising head of the county schools, as well as

principal of Scranton High, down the line to the Directors of the

Games, the town council, the mayors of the three boroughs, and a

whole host of notables besides.

And how the fond eyes of father and mother would follow the movements

of John, or Edward, or Philip, as though he might be the only young

athlete worth watching in all that animated scene. If he won, they

had always known he did not have an equal in his specialty; and

should he be so unlucky as to come in at the heels of the pack, why,

it was easy to be seen that he had not been given a square deal by

some of the rival runners, who persisted in getting in his way, and

were probably leagued together to prevent him from carrying off the

prize. But no matter, he would always be a hero in the eyes of those

who loved him, though he might not decorate the family mantel at home

with the prizes he aspired to win.

Hugh had kept fairly quiet after returning from Hackensack, and

seeing the hermit once more safe in the charge of his folks. He knew

that he must conserve his strength for the great undertaking that

confronted him that afternoon. Those who had entered for the

long-distance race would not be allowed, of course, to participate in

any other event; that had been laid down as law by Mr. Leonard when

they entered their names on the list of candidates. They must

simply stand around and watch what was going on until the time came

for staging the Marathon; when they could take their place in the

long string that would await the pistol shot intended to start them

on the telling grind.

Horatio and "Just" Smith were on deck, looking fit and eager. Then,

too, there was Nick Lang, with a grin on his heavy face every time he

glanced toward the other three fellows. It was getting on, and some

of the earlier events had already been carried through, amidst great

roars of applause as the different prizes went, this one to an

Allandale fellow, another to a boy wearing the Belleville High

colors; and three in succession to local lads.

"I don't exactly like the way that Nick Lang keeps on laughing to

himself every time he looks over in this direction," Horatio was

saying to the other two.

"I've noticed the same thing," spoke up "Just" Smith; "and it makes

me wonder if the tricky fellow hasn't got some slick game up his

sleeve, as usual, looking to giving the rest of us trouble. You

notice, don't you, boys, that, look as you will, you can't see

anything of either that Tip Slavin, or Leon Disney. Now, when

fellows who are as fond of outdoor sports as those two have always

been, keep shy when such a great event as this meet is being pulled

off, there must be a pretty good reason."

"They may be somewhere in the crowd," Hugh went on to say, "because

it'd be impossible for any single fellow to identify all that are in

that solid heaving yelling mass of people. Nick believes he has a

fair chance of leading the pack, and that makes him feel happy. I

heard him say only yesterday that the one fellow he was afraid of in

our whole bunch was K. K.; and now that accident has eliminated him,

why, naturally, Nick feels more confidence. In imagination he's

already receiving the grand Marathon prize, and hearing the crowds

yelling themselves hoarse."

"Well," snorted Horatio, gritting his teeth in a way he had when

aroused, "if that's what pleases Nick he's got another guess coming;

for three of us are also in the game; and he's got to do some mighty

tall sprinting in that last half-mile if he expects to win out. Then

there are a lot of other fellows in the run who may give him a pain.

But, according to the programme, our race comes next after this pole

vaulting contest; so, boys, we'd better be moving around, and getting

our place in line, according to our several numbers."

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