cise than from over-exercise. We are
4 non-walking nation, mo re's the
pity. But it costs less fatigue and is
less harmful to walk 100 miles in 24
flours than to run 100 yards in ten
"A brief stroll, say two or three
miles, EVERY DAY, a little watchful
ness in the simple things of life and
some natural physical ability that is
all the preparation necessary for
long-distance walking. Training is
artificial and so harmful.
c "The care of the feet Is my chief
concern. But blisters are discouraged
h-y salt water, Btiff muscles are rubbed
flexible with oil and there you are.
fc "The doctors tell me I have a won
derful heart, a wonderful digestion
and wonderful muscles. Well, I keep
hi good humor, sleep five hours a
night and eat like a Christian ONE
SOLID MEAL A DAY.
"Never taste liquor nor never
smoke a cigar. As a tonic walking
beats whisky. And the use of to
bacco is a drug habit."
fc A" farmer perched high on his
creaking hay-wain called out jovially
f Weston; the engineer of a click
clacking freight saluted the cross
country trotter with siren blasts;
three "weary .willies" cheered feebly
as they watched the vigorous old
man; a country woman came diffi
dently through a lilac-shaded gate to
offer a cup of steaming tea into which
she had dropped a raw egg.
i "You asked my mother for this
when you came by forty years ago,"
She said, shyly.
The kindness put new life into the
I aged athlete, A saving breeze made
him spry once more. ''It beats all how
they remember," said Weston' pack
ing 'a handful ,of chopped ice under
his sun-burned hat The tireless legs
strode onward to the last cross-roads.
g- ,fWait a minute. How do I look?
, Want to go into town looking fairly
sggjspectable, you know," confessed
. Westn unexpectedly producing a
At the town-line, with self-importance,
the town constable fell Jato
step with the unflagging Wesson
"Two thousand steps to a mile
four miles to an hour fifteen hun
dred miles from New York to Min
neapolis," chanted a group of school
children as they caught up to him.
Through the gathering throng he
strode, bowing right and left to the
growing cheer of
"Rah! Rah! Rah! Weston!
A FLOATER AND A SINKER
Weary Where did ye ketch on ter
de fishin' tackle?
Sleepy Up to the house yonder.
I'm usinr the old woman's sponge
cake for a float and one of her daugh
ter's biscuits for a sinker.
A Scotchman who, much against
his own will, was persuaded to take
a long holiday. He went to Egypt
and visited the pyramids. After gaz
ing for some time at the great pyra
mid he muttered: "Man, what a lot
of mason work not to be bringin' in.
any-rent " '
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