Cinder Path Tales

l y o CINDER-PATH TALES lege friendsand admirers. They aresmok­ ing likebad chimneys, and between puffs are giving agreen reporter somemost surprising bits of information, much to their own en­ joyment andthe delectation of their friends. The little reporter is taking copious notes, which willcreate a sensation in the morning, if the sporting editor does notdiscover them before they get into print. Jim is big and blond, and Harry slender and dark; the former has made a first in the " hammer- throw ; " the latter, after winning his trial he §t in the "hundred "with ease, got away badly in the finals, and had to content himself with adding a singlepoint toour score. Now, Jim and Harry areparticular friends of mine; I shall never handle them again, and I want a last word or two of farewell. They have developed under my care from awkward boys to the finished athletes they are to-night. I have seen the firm, round muscles becoming more and more perfect; the heart and lungs grow equalto more and more severetests, and the increasing courage and self-reliance (without which there can be no success on the cinder-path) which will help them through many astruggle with the world they are about to enter. It isone of the sadparts ofa trainer's life that he must lose such friends.