Cinder Path Tales

QUEERED THE "MILE" 75 or two I sent the team off by the catcher's fence, a little beyond, for there were no dressing-rooms, and I wanted to knowwhere to find them. Jack waslooking " finer than silk," and Black not half bad, although a trifle dark underthe eyes. I was not at all sure that even Kitty's dose was enough to stop him. Now, I do not propose to say aword about any event but the" mile." This wasthe last event on the list, we were comfortable winners already, and everybody waspecu­ lating how badly Black would fracture the record; there seemed to be no doubt about his winning, and, unpopularas he was, it was with many admiring exclamations that he ran a few yards to limber up. His long legs moved like clock-work, and his stride was remarkable. We had just lost the final heat of the "220," and when the starter's whistle blew for the "mile" I could see the facesbrighten up, for it was confidently expected that Black and Harris wouldrun first and second, and leave a pleasant taste in the mouth to take home to supper. There were six starters, and when Jack took his place on the outside, he was the finest-looking boy of the lot. Not having grown so fast, he was more rounded and