Cinder Path Tales

QUEERED THE "MILE" 67 At this there was silence for a little, for the outlook was certainly quite hopeless. From my seat by the door I could see them plainly, and I felt rather like an eavesdropper, when Kitty put her hand on Jack's sleevein her earnestness. They made a pretty picture with their flushed faces and easy attitudes, and I thought of an old garden-gate in Lancashire where there had been much the same scene long ago. They talked together a moment or two longer in low tones, and then Kitty became suddenly conscious, and went back again behind the counter, witha touch ofembar­ rassment. Jack took his box of candy, and said " Good night," stoppingat the door a moment tosay, " Win or lose, I shalldo all I know. I promise you he shall know he has been in a race, and I shall run clear out, or run a winner," There were only a few more customers, for we kept good hours in the little town,and I was about to take my leave, satisfied that my men were all in bed, whenBlack entered. Now, this was clearly in disobedience of my instructions, which were, for this night, bed at nine-thirty, and it was now five minutes later by the clock over the stove. While the training of this academy team was a small