The world; ’tis but a checker board
Whereon we play Rife’s varied game.
We strive to reach the rank of king
And then to do some mighty thing
That leadeth on to fame;
But many of us needs must fail
E’er we can near the goal;
Our efforts seem of no avail,
And Fate’s beyond control.
But though we faint ere fame is won,
A part we often play,
Far greater than the crowned man’s
For which we paved the way.
A TRAGEDY OF CUBA
3, a room in Morro Castle; present, the Spanish general,
rmber of officers, and, in chains, a handsome Spaniard
ess than thirty years, proud and defiant. The court
tad been in process for an hour, and all the evidence was
the general addressed the prisoner formally.
is your name Rodrigo Tap6n del Vivar?”
’ ’ replied the prisoner.
true that you served in the armies of Cuba against
and there was an inflection in his tone which showed
irisoner was no common culprit, and prompted the ques-
F. T. C. ’oo.