Cinder Path Tales

AND EVERY ONE A WINNER 169 the duty of a good winner to give his victory a fitting celebration. There isnot as much difference in the two ceremonies as might be imagined. Our team has brokentraining, and some of them are breaking it badly. There arethe long summer months beforethem, with the leisure hours at seashore or mountains, and no more work until the cool winds of autumn begin to blow. Even those of the most regular habits arekicking over the traces, and some of the wilder spirits, that make a train­ er's hair gray before its time, towhom the six months' restraint has been a galling yoke, are giving themselves very loose rein. I am sorry to say that this particular team has not a large percentage of either deacons or clergymen, though Jim Harding afterward took holy orders, became an honor to the cloth, and will some day bea bishop. I oc­ casionally attendhis church; and whenI see his huge form at the desk, and hearhis voice, powerful and earnest, as it echoes to the far­ thest corner, I wonder if he has forgotten the night when we looked for"Paddy's cousin, the copper," when" every one was a winner." As I enterthe hotellobby, after dinner, on this evening of the games of 188-, I dis­ cover Jim standing near the street entrance with Harry Gardner, and a little knot of col-