Cinder Path Tales

AND EVERY ONE A WINNER E are winners. The lobby of the hotel is crowded. Athletes, college men, travellers, and a curious public arewell shuffled together. It is the same old pack of cards that I have seen for years, though the faces change. That "know-it-all" by the post is a new man, yet he is telling just how and why wewon, like the wiseacres who preceded him, and the others who will follow; for this lineof succession never runs out. He is telling how he has foreseen the result for weeks, and can call witnesses to prove his faultless prediction of six months ago. Yes, he can, though we only pulled out by the skin ofour teeth, after sitting on the anxious seatall the afternoon; and had not Jim Harding thrown the hammer ten feet farther than everbefore, we never should have won at all. But this only makes the " know-it-all's" wisdom more remarkable, and my ignorance as well, forI had thought the team a losing one, though I had, of course, held my tongue.