matter, and the other to an equal degree in form, the award should go to the former." THE EPIPHANY. O radiant star, far-flashing, splendid, O favored earth, thy gloomy vigil ended, O happy kings, on reverent knees low bended, The kings with gladness their treasures unfold, Myrrh for the sorrow the Child must bear- Brought to the Babe by the Eastern kings. I have nor incense rare nor gold in coffer, Nor anything I have but bitter myrrh-a heart to suffer Lord, this I bring. R. J. M. TWO HEROES. I. In a room upon the Seniors' corridor there was a volume of smoke, within which a close. observer might have seen the faces of about a dozen students. Some, evidently the first comers, were seated upon chairs, some sat upon the bed, two were perched upon the table, and two others had an excellent view of the proceedings from the floor. No books or papers were in evidence. The gathering was not for selfimprovement nor for the production of smoke, as might first seem probable. It was the eve of a holiday; books were for the time forgotten, and these students had met for the discussion of more absorbing topics. The fall games were to take place on the following afternoon, and the class championship was to be then decided. Hence the gathering, hence the furious puffing upon cigars and pipes, hence the animated gestures of the debaters. There was more than interest visible in the proceedings, there was irritation, not to say indignation. The Seniors' chances for the championship had been thoroughly canvassed and the outlook had been declared unfavorable; the graduating class would lose by from five to ten points: such was the decision of the experts assembled. "Just our luck," muttered one of the occupants of the table. "If Mitchell hadn't been called home he would have won five points with a first and that would give us a pretty good show.” "That's true, Tom," responded another. "And even now we would win if we could capture that relay race. That counts ten points." "There's another piece of good fortune," said Tom. "Our chances for that were queered by Jim Devine. He would make a good man for the finish, but he would not practice and he won't run." "What's up with Jim Devine?" asked one from the floor. "Oh, he says that he can't spare the time from his work to do any practice and that he's all out of shape anyway." "He could get in shape again, if he wanted to, but he says now that he doesn't want to appear as if he had waited to be coaxed." "We're not going to do any coaxing," broke in Tom. "If a man doesn't want to do anything for his class, all he's got to do is to say so. "You can bet your handy literal,'" said he of the floor. "We'll get along without him and we won't miss him much at any rate. You can win in the first relay, Tom, and the others may be able to hold the lead until the end." "We're not beaten yet," said someone else. "Let us dismiss these dark and dim forebodings." This exhortation had its effect, for the subject of conversation was changed. Someone began to narrate an incident which had lately taken place. In listening to the story and commenting upon it the company soon forgot its prophecies of defeat for the morrow. II. On the following morning all awoke to the sweet reflection that no work appeared upon the horizon. The prospect for the day was further brightened by the fall gaines, which were scheduled for the afternoon. As for the morning, various plans were followed. Some went to the campus to play base-ball or to practice for various foot-ball teams. Others arrayed themselves in their finest garments and strolled off to the city, to make a morning call or to promenade the principal streets for the edification of the native. Accordingly he took set out on a road that About a mile from the Tom Carey was a resident of a larger city than that in which his college was situated. He was tired of city scenes and found more pleasure in a stroll beneath the trees. his pipe and a book and led away from the city. college there was a spot which he had previously noted. It was the top of a hill, which rose so that he could look down upon the spires of the college buildings, and over the spires, he could see the city spread out over a valley with its factory chimneys rising here and there. On the opposite side of the hill there was a scene of a different character. Here there was another valley, not occupied by city buildings but by farms, orchards, and patches of wood, and in one place a number of houses grouped about a modest country church. Tom selected a spot that commanded a view of the surroundings, lit his pipe and stretched himself at the foot of a tree. He spent a couple of hours in reading and smoking, punctuated with spells of lazy scanning of the landscape. When the sun was directly above him he arose He had gone and began to descend the hill. but a short distance when he saw a stray apple tree, laden with bright red fruit. He jumped a fence at the side of the road and filled his pockets, thinking that it would be well to have a supply in his room. When he jumped the fence on his return his foot slipped and he came to the ground in such a way as to give a quick wrench to his right knee. He arose to continue his walk and found that his right knee was somewhat sore. It had been twisted a little and would be sore for a few hours, or, he reflected, it might remain so for several days. Then he thought of the fall games and of the relay race for which he was entered. He groaned as he thought that this soreness might interfere with his speed, but he resolved that he would put additional grit into the finish of his relay. He must "run till he dropped," for otherwise his class would be beaten. So thinking he descended the hill and re-entered the college grounds. III. On the oval that afternoon the students were all assembled to compete in the games and to cheer on the competitors. The non-competitors were gathered in groups, waving class colors and breaking forth in class yells. The champions of class honor were walking about in racing suits and bath robes or taking trial spins upon the cinder pathway. Such was the scene until, at the appointed time, the games began. Then pandemonium reigned in earnest. As the runners lined up for the dashes the delegations |