Cinder Path Tales

ATHERTON'S LAST "HALF" B ACK in the mountains of North Caro­ lina, where the air is like a tonic, free from all taint of river mist and swamp mala­ ria, and medicined by the fragrance of pine and hemlock, livesTeddy Atherton, His house is perched on a spur of the mountains, and can be seen with a good glass from Asheville on a clear day. It has green blinds, tall wooden pillars, and granite steps. It is the pattern that New England builders used to fancy fiftyyears ago ormore, and looks a bit strange in its setting of mountain and forest. Here Teddy spends his time among his books, fishing and hunt­ ing, in the company of his dogs, or the society of an occasional friend, truant from business or profession. For a few weeks only in midsummer he risks the dangers of our east winds, and is seen at the Somerset and Country Clubs, much to the gratification of a host of friends.