d to relate-were on the wrong side of the book, so far as Nibs Morey was concerned. When Jimmy, learning the way of the wind, infor

who, though he was of the Gown, cannot be said to have been with it. He suffered the misfortune of having been born and reared within a scant stone's throw of the main building, the which, it may be noted in passing,

his friend seemed to take rare delight in deriding the

and rising from the table, laboriously, "maybe he will beat me,-

of Jimmy, and stepping down into the s

"down town," he had dressed himself in a thin undershirt, loose, full breeches and spiked shoes, and wrapped in a bath-robe and crouching in the shadow, had sought the solemn, ghostly cemetery, there to run among the white stones, glistening in the pale light, to his full heart's content. Later, on those same nights, tired out, he had sneaked back to his room unobserved in the silent streets. No, Jimmy did not know of th

sage of the hours. Posey's billiard-room on Main Street became the betting-green, where Town met Gown, and Gown flung

ntered Billy face to face. The latter was leaving t

s in the corridor who witnessed the meeting, and one of these, "Pinkey" Bush-a lawyer in Chicago now,-never tires

d? It seemed an age! They didn't speak; just drilled little wells in each other's eyes with their own-and it was over. The door of the president's office closed upon Nibsey; the big west door rattled shut after Billy. It was like a dissolving view-great, w

divided in its sympathy; wordy quarrels were hourly occur

ion pounds of young animal spirits, the highest explosive known to science,

ed mad-eyed at one another, their jaws set squ