IF YOU WOULD SUCCEED, Tis an adage as anclent as Adam-—— But not as old as the sun fhat the earliest birds Don't gather in herds, They get there one by ome. Now the motive of that is certain And the moral of this is true— {f you want to succeed You must take the lead, And the crowd will follow you. —The Schoolmaster, The accommodation 201 of the schedule road was stuck in the seemed to be no relief vision had been made for such a dngency, because the branch, shelter od by trees and bluffs, nad been consid sred proof against such The engineer, who had run for twenty years, was ished for words when the small loco- motive failed to cut the dri into which it had plunged so confidently, and he sat on his seat staring at the conductor, who swore shocking ly and gesticulated with his arms In the coach were two passengers, both young men. One was of commercial salesman sent small jobbing houses, well seif-assertive, crudely philosophic, the other, by appearance, plainly a far- mer. He wore a baggy, shiny black suit, and his white collar was attach ed to a gingham shirt by a white button, sewed with black thread appearance was enhanced by a fully trimmed shock of hair and kers. The commercial salesman had arisen when the train stopped and had walked to the door. “l guess,” he remarked minute, “that we're stailed ] He whistled a popular melody as he walked down the aisle, and no some amusement that was clutching the back ves fliled with consternation “Provoking, isn't it?” the drummer sald as he lighted a cigar and d paper-covered from his “Y-vas, by ed. “Say, stuck? “That's it e ductor now.” The conductor slan viciously and shook cap. “We're up he announced founded teakettie {a « pig out in a a washtub. We're Dilkport, and the can't see your hand before Lucky we've be “Then we w asked the at his watch. “That's the size of {t here on this peavine the ! won't earn what's the matter w till tomorrow Wa've coal. It might be “Yes,” said the might but I don’t be much worse for “You the buckle, “I've gagrment tonight if the train ain't hoof it.” He put on the other sh reaching for the wolfskin dangled from one holder. The conductor and the man contemplated him in ment. “But, man, you can't said the conductor “You'll fail through a bridge or something and then you'll freeze to death” “1 reckon ‘tis a bit risky. adm¥ted the farmer; “but I ain't at all sure it wouldn't be riskier not to. You see, my wife's at Dilkport, and she's sick She may be dying. [I've got to go to her.” An expression of sympathy same up on the conductor's face and that of the salesman took on a sudden gravity. “There are certain circumstances,” train—Number -on the branch snow, and there for it. No pro- on- misfortune the i. been on too ast 1 lumbly tha tyne th Lv De out b v dressed, bone His Care- whis after a ted with the other ma of a ze hook -cat!™ do you the oth m an against in dis taere SNOW & 50 MLO SuPer ont farmer gat = w AnXxi worse farmer ses kh me.’ explained, fasteni got a particular en- up at Dilkport, and going I've got to see,” he nd rose, h parcel analog astonish coat whi f the and o ena of do it possibly.” “which make it more important that I should see her than you might natur. ally think from the plain fact of her being sick. I haven't treated her just right, to tell the truth. [I've been stupid and unreasonable. We were married only a year ago. | won her away from three or four other fellows. & better husband than me Funny how such things go, ain't it?” “It's a blooming queer old world.” said the conductor, nodding his head sagely. girls,” added the salesman in the tone of an authority. “We were married at Dilkport, my farm to live. wrong with her. A sort of a cloud come over her. It was nothing but homesickness, [ #'pose, but I couldn't see it any other way than that she was sorry she'd married me. And one day 1 happened to find a sheet of pa. per—a part of a letter she'd been writing--that had dropped from her portfolio, and I read it. There weren't many words on the sheet. The first one was “disappointed,” ending a sen- tence she'd begun on the sheet that went before. And then it said: ‘It is not as 1 had pictured it. I wish to go home" And right there it ended. 1 said nothing to her. I didn't think it was necessary to have a scene, as they call it. But I was hurt-—