Cinder Path Tales

MY FIRST, FOR MONEY 25 weight well forward, anda buzz in my ears like the song of a huge top. From the starter's lips came the " On your marks," — " Ready," — "Set," and then a bit ahead of time came the " crack" of the pistol, and we were off. Can any one describe the mad ten seconds of a sprint? 'Tis over in a breath, and words are slow. I doubt I had a foot the best of the start, but Simmons was a trifle " phased " by the quick shot, and did not get his speed so quickly. But when he did get it, how he came ! At fiftyyards we were even, and at seventy- five (do all I could) Simmons had drawn a yard to the good. A yellwent up from the crowd. It made him think he had me beat. But had he? His easy winshad taught a fatal fault of sl w­ ing at the finish. The softground helped it, and the yellthat gave him a false confidence drove memad with glory. I let out the last ' link in me, and passing likea shot, broke the tape, aclear winnerby a yard. There was no mistake: Hacking's "Un­ known "had won. I ran much fartherover the finish than did Simmons, andwhen I workedmy way to the referee through the crowd, the decision was