Cinder Path Tales

AND EVERY ONE A WINNER 179 " He's as likely here as anywhere," Jim answered; " beside, it says that ' every one's a winner,' and that's the only kind for us to­ night." We were all of us quite ready for achange, so we stepped into the little lobby, Paddy first going up to the ticket office to ask, "Is me cousin, Dinny Sullivan,the copper, inside?" The ticket-seller, a big, fat fellow, with weak eyes and a Roman nose, thought Paddy wastrying tojolly him, and answered " No," quite tartly. Paddy, of course, re­ sented the incivility, and declared himself to be a gentleman, and he cared not who knew it. He further ventured to doubt whether the man behind thewindow was in the same class with himself, and, gradually abandoning the reproachful accents with which he had begun, became first unparliamentary, and then abusive. The ticket-seller stood it for a while, and then told Paddy topass along, that " Dinny Sullivan "was not inside, but that they had two other policemen whowere no relation of Pat's, but would take care of him just the same. This last threat raisedPaddy's anger to he boiling point, so thathe first tried unsuccess­ fully to enter through the locked door, and