Cinder Path Tales

THE HOLLOW HAMMER 35 curred that never-to-be-forgotten wrestling bout on the deck of a boat moored in the lake. So fiercewas the struggle that the m n worked overboard, andneither being willing to break hold, they were w ll filled with water, and in facthalf-drowned before they separated. Angus belonged to one of the Boston clans, and naturally chose these Caledonian games for his first appearance, working hard, train­ ing faithfully, and saying nothing, for a very quiet chap was Mac. If all the men I have trained had been as easy to handle asMac­ Leod, I should have one or two less gray hairs than I now possess. Unfortunately, church members are notin as large apercentage as I would wish on the cinder-path. Now, I hadat first no intention of pulling a dollar out of the affair, except my regular fee for training. Even this I at first declined, wishing to help my friend purely out of friend­ ship. Mac would not have it, however,and as his pay was high, I allowed him to have his way. I had now been makinga business of train­ ing athletes for nearly ayear, gettinga good living out of it, and had at the beginning a nice little nest-egg in the bank, ready for a rainy day. Exactly how this was accumulated I do not care to say. These tales are in no sense