front bob, the box trailing behind, and Sandy nowhere
to be seen.

8. Three hundred yards of the course remain. The bays, perfectly
handled, have gained at the bridge, and in the descent to the ice, and
are leading the citizens' team by half a dozen sleigh lengths. Behind
both comes Baptiste. It is now or never for the pintos. The rattle of
the trailing box, together with the wild yelling of the crowd rushing
down the bank, excites the bronchos to madness, and, taking the bits
in their teeth, they do their first free running that day. Past the
citizens' team like a whirlwind they dash, clear the intervening
space, and gain the flanks of the bays. Can the bays hold them? Over
them leans their driver, plying for the first time the hissing lash.
Only fifty yards more. The miners begin to yell. But Baptiste, waving
his lines high in one hand, seizes his tuque with the other, whirls it
above his head and flings it with a fiercer yell than ever at the
bronchos. Like the bursting of a hurricane the pintos leap forward,
and with a splendid rush cross the scratch, winners by their own
length.

--_By arrangement with the Westminster Co., Limited,
and Rev. C. W. Gordon (Ralph Connor)_

PREPARATORY.--Make a black-board sketch of the
race-course, fixing the position of "the scratch," "the
Old Fort," "the high bank with the spectators," "the
bridge," etc.

In what passages does the excitement reach its greatest
height? How are the Pitch and Time affected?
(Introduction, pp. 13 and 22.)

What is the Stress employed throughout? Where is the
Stress most marked? Give reasons. (Introduction, pp. 27
and 28.)

* * * * *

MRS. MALAPROP'S VIEWS

From "The Rivals"

The scene is Mrs. Malaprop's lodgings at Bath. Present, Lydia Languish.
Enter Mrs. Malaprop and Sir Anthony Absolute.

_Mrs. Malaprop._--There, Sir Anthony, there sits the deliberate
simpleton who wants to disgrace her family, and lavish herself on a
fellow not worth a shilling.

_Lydia._--Madam, I thought you once--

_Mrs. Malaprop._--You thought, miss! I don't know any business you
have to think at all: thought does not become a young woman. But the
point we would request of you is, that you will promise to forget this
fellow; to illiterate him, I say, quite from your memory.

_Lydia._--Ah, madam! our memories are independent of our wills. It is
not so easy to forget.

_Mrs. Malaprop.