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Get Sowing the Seeds. by the teams of the two institutions had just ended, re- sulting in a narrowly won victory for the college. The spectators had left the ground, but the late contestants and their friends were still there, the students talking eagerly of their success and indulging in a good deal of rough horse-play, the Indian lads mingled here and there with them, and apparently taking their defeat with stolid good nature. Destiny works in strange and unexpected ways, and at least three of those present were to look back on that afternoon as the turning-point of their lives, and the first step of a series of bitter and thrilling adventures. For two of them the outlook of the future held the rosiest of hopes and ambitions, and they looked confidently fer- ward to careers of their own choice. Linn Hilliard and Bruce Cameron were certainly to be envied, and they made a handsome pair as they stood surrounded by their admiring friends, the muscular frame of each set off to good advantage by his football togs. Linn Hilliard, the captain of the team, was just enter- ing his eighteenth year. He was tall and well-built, with a ruddy complexion, fair hair and blue eyes. His reputa- tion and skill in athletics had not been earned at the expense of his studies, for he ranked high in the junior class of the college, and was as good at Latin and mathe- matics as at football and hammer-threwing. He belonged.to an old Carlisle family, and was the only child of a wealthy banker. Since the death of his wife ten years before, Mr. Hilliard had led the life of a recluse, rarely venturing into society, but deeply engrossed in his Lusiness. He was a man of few words, cold, stern, and capable of great passion when roused to anger. He had peculiar ideas as to the bringing up of children, and though he loved his son in his own way, he manifested little if any outward affection. Comicbooks.co