Cinder Path Tales

A VIRGINIA JUMPER 133 long I should have dreamed I cannot say, had not Paddy's voicefrom under my win­ dow waked me from my trance, with u Jerry, ye Kildare divil, luk at the rake ye lift out the night; it's half a mind I hevto comb yer thick hid wid it." Jerry protested his innocence in tones only less strident than Paddy's own, and the re­ markably fluent and aggressive tirade of the latter was only lost to me when they had walked down the track and out ofear-shot. Now, I defy any one to make mindpictures under such conditions, and I became my practical self at once. I shut off the romantic stop with a thud, andturning on the business pipe, proceeded to answer my mail. Most of the circulars wentinto the waste basket; receipted bills into one compartment, unpaid into another. I answered a few of the routine letters, and then oddly enough I broke my rule, and took up the black-bordered letter again. Who wasthis candidatefor athletic fame? His name was not even mentioned in the letter. Evidently the son of Margaret Lee Fairfax wassupposed to be too well known to need any furthertitle. A reference to my list gave me among the freshmen, " Richard Spotswood Fairfax, The Oaks, FairfaxCo., Va.," but this did not help me at all. He