TO BE ON U. S, TEAM.
to be the price of their happiness,
I must disappoint them. The
fickle woman shall not triumph.
You must withdraw the peti
tion." "But," interposed Hubert, as a
new light filled his eyes, and his
voice grew husky with emotion,
"are you sure you have counted
the happiness of all concerned?
Are there not six whose happi
ness might be lost by the with
drawal of the petition?"
His -hand "rested gently on the
soft hand of the one beside him.
His heart was pounding violent
ly. The great shelves of law
books were forgotten and all they
contained. The eyes of the beau
tiful petitioner were downcast,
while a tint of momentary emr
barrassment lit up the thoughtful
countenance. The moment seem
ed like an hour as Hubert waited
for a rpely.
Then she whispered, "The peti
tion shall not be withdrawn."
o n i
My neighbor wears a gaudy shirt,
Its reeling colors shout and
And all the girls are wild to flirt,
They whisper softly, "He's a
Ah, Nature, you were kind to him
When you your lavish bountifis
His talk is dull and stupid, but
He's fat enough to wear a belt;
We've got the self-starting
auto. Now for one that will stop
itself without running into iome
The sensational 1,500-meter
ace of Walter McClure of the
Multnomah Club of t Portland,
Ore,, in Pacific Coast Olympic
trials recently, in which he cov
ered the distance in 4 min. 3 3-5
sec, or 1-5 second less than the
Olympic record, practically as
sures him a place on the Ameri
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