Cinder Path Tales

MY FIRST, FOR MONEY 27 quick turn, therustle of skirts, and the slam of the door, I was glad enough to reach the solitude of my room, wherefrom the window I saw Sim­ mons bundled into the "Boston Belle " by a half-dozen dejected supporters, and with none to do himhonor amongthe many. " Le roi est mort, vive le roi," is as true on the cinder-path as in the greatworld outside. But as I sat in my room, awinner, with the cheers still echoing in my ears, and good money awaiting me, it was a sad heart that beat under my jersey. For the "redpottage ofEsau "I had sold my birthright.