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So pain darted Thousands of beautiful and tiny lights of every color began to quiver, to leap and whirl

"They've--set the building on fire!" thought he; yet all the while he kneas impossible, he understood it was only an illusion

He heard the rustle of the wind through the forest It blent andcries, of gnashing teeth and little bestial cries

"The--gate!" sobbed Stern, between hard-set teeth, and stuh the Horde

To hier-skin

Living? Was she living yet? A great, aching wonder filled him Could he reach the stair with her, and bear her up it? Hurl back these devils? Save her, after all?

The pain had grown exquisite, in his head Soular strokes--a red-hot sledge upon an anvil of white-hot steel

To hih a hundred, a thousand of the little blue fiends were leaping, shrieking, circling there in front of hih!

Where had he heard those words? Ah--Yes-To hi, a Harvard football-song He reain Yale, 0; Harvard, 17--New Haven, 1898 And see the thousands of cheering spectators! The hats flying through the air--flags waving--red, most of them! Crimson--like blood!

Ca Joe Foley banging the drus out on the cornet, and all the other fellows raising Cain

Uproar! Cheering! And again theout that brave old fighting chorus: "Now--all to-geth-er, Soal!

The scene shifted, all at once, in a quite unaccountable and puzzling manner

Somehow, victory wasn't quite won, after all Not quite yet What was the ? Where was he?

Ah, the Goal!

Yes, there through the rack and ain, quite clearly He was sure of that, anyhow

The goal-posts seeether, and they were certainly ht wooden beaerow on the field, trees and bushes--why a huge pine should be standing right there by the left-hand post That was certainly a ated and complained of, later But noas no tiht Stern "No ood, this time!"