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Once again the tide of guests ebbed fro House, and more than one lunch and dinner found only the two s, while Grahaer played soft things to herself at the piano, but sat with the to the talk

Both men had much in coarded life froles Their philosophy was harsh rather than sentimental, and both were realists Paulathehed to them, "I understand your attitude You are successes, the pair of you--physical successes, I s You have survived where h African fevers and bury the other fellows This poor chap gets pneuet hiet pneu? Because you had lived more virtuously? Because you were more careful of risks and took more precautions?"

She shook her head

"No Because you were luckier--I mean by birth, by possession of constitution and staineers at Guayaquil Yellow fever Why didn't the yellow fever germ, or whatever it is, kill Dick? And the same with you, Mr Broad- shouldered Deep-chested Graham In this last trip of yours, why didn't you die in the swarapher? Come Confess How heavy was he? How broad were his shoulders? How deep his chest?--wide his nostrils?--tough his resistance?"

"He weighed a hundred and thirty-five," Grahaht and fit at the start I think I was more surprised than he when he turned up his toes" Grahaht and ss being equal But you've put your finger on the reason just the same He didn't have the physical stamina, the resistance,--You knohat I mean, Dick?"

"In a way it's like the quality of o the distance--twenty, thirty, forty rounds, say," Dick concurred "Right now, in San Francisco, there are several hundred youngsters drea out All look good, fine-bodied, healthy, fit as fiddles, and young And their spirits areAnd not one in ten of theet knocked out I mean they blow up Their rade fiber They sih speed and tension for ten rounds And some of theo the twenty-round route, give and take, haht, for a full hour of fighting And the lad who can last forty rounds is one in ten thousand--lads like Nelson, Gans, and Wolgast