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the ravishing effects of color in every sphere of life. To train that eager mind of yours to respond to these beauties is a task fullpacked with joy and happiness. Once you let yourself get interested, no walk you take but will be rich, no idle hour with nature as your only companion but will be full of excitement and pleasure to you. The people who love her and who study her are happy folk, and each step they take brings glorious return.

Training your capacity for reading, your understanding of the fine things of literature, is another sure pathway toward winning your happiness job. Language is one of our astonishing possessions, and is full of power and beauty. In great literature we find its highest expression, and we find, too, the thoughts and feeling of other men and women. Words are strange things. You can never walk side by side with John Muir, who has passed to farther trails than any he followed here. But take down one of his books from the shelf and read in it, and you seem to be walking with him, you see what he has seen, thrill to the adventures he has had, listen to his very voice as he speaks. You have had a glorious hour. Or take a simple story like "Jackanapes." You read those touching pages, so beautifully done, and you have added something to your own experience, something that will remain with you all your life. You have intimately shared another mind, another heart, through words, printed words. Is it not truly wonderful? And are not all sorts of lives and experiences and all the long thoughts of the generations of man yours if you choose to seek them? The love of books is a great love, a great power for happiness, and you can train yourself to find that love. To throw it away on cheap or vulgar stuff is to suffer a loss difficult to

measure.

Play and the joy of bodily exercise are one of the simpler methods of getting at our happiness job that ought not to be overlooked. When we are youngsters we take to this form of happiness naturally; but as we begin to grow older, many of us neglect it. Girls especially are apt to let play and sport fade out of their lives. This is a great pity. There is no reason why a woman should not rejoice in play all her life long, should not take exercise for the sheer pleasure of it, if she be healthy. Walking and swimming and golfing are easy to keep up, and are valuable items toward happiness. And girls delight in them as well as boys. Keep your limbs

sound and active and your lungs full of fresh air. Youth and joy too will companion you as a reward.

The great thing in training for happiness is to give time and effort toward developing the hundreds of avenues toward interest and activity which lie ready to hand within youto train those bright eyes of yours to see, to observe, to quicken your understanding of the loveliness and wonder of this world; to train your powers of appreciation and discrimination to bring to you all that is most worth while. Life is a thrilling, mysterious business if we do not smother it under commonplaces and dullnesses. The things men are doing are tremendous, and we too can be of that band if we will. This new generation now coming to the fore is sure to discover immense secrets that are still hidden to us, to find new and great truths, to do splendid and important things that will help the whole race onward on its mighty march. Each one of you can play some part in this work, and can get the true happiness of understanding and sharing what the rest are doing.

Of the happiness to be got through friendship and from the other relations of life, I have not spoken. To get this happiness needs training, needs effort. You cannot be a good friend without trouble. You cannot, without charm, attract another. To be loved and valued is better than to achieve a business success that leaves you lonely and disliked. It is a fine thing to succeed in your business; give it your whole-hearted effort. But it is still finer to achieve a sincerity, a generosity, and simplicity that will make you good to be with, will make those who know you love you. Happiness comes with love, if that love is gentle and giving. You must work hard to make yourself lovable clean through, a work that goes on all your life and every minute of that life, but there is no surer way to grasp happiness than that.

Life is a dangerous business, certainly, and all we cherish most in it may be swept away in an instant. But the fiber of happiness is not so easily destroyed. Sorrow and loss come to all, to some more, to others less. But it is from the warp and woof of your days that you construct happiness. It is born of the full use and gift of yourself; it is born of character, of delight in the day's employment, of an open heart to the beauty and the wonder of the world you are in, of response to the great calls that reach even beyond it. You cannot buy happiness, you have to make Its material lies within you.

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"LONE-STEER" FOSTER

By BAYARD D. YORK

THE second practice game of the season drew to a glorious close. From the enthusiastic stands sounded the Lockwood cheer:

"Rah-rah, rah-rah, rah-rah

Lockwood, Lockwood, Lockwood!"

Foster, right tackle, walked slowly to the "gym." The team, he felt, was a wonder. Of course, there were still rough spots in the playing, but these would be smoothed out as the season advanced. Every man on the team was either a brilliant player or a smoothly running cog in an almost perfect machine. Foster was well aware that he was one of the cogs. This was his third year on the team; and in all that time he could not recall one occasion on which, in the heat of play when school spirit ran wild and the cheers were ripped out with crashing force, his name had ever been heard. A cog is not a spectacular thing. Sometimes a realization of this cut into his soul. Then he would say to himself:

"They used to call your father an 'off-ox.' It looks as if you might be labeled "The Lone Steer.' Forget the other fellows."

Most of the fellows he did forget, plodding his lone, stolid way; but there was one of them who always irritated him. This was Bolles. Like Foster, Bolles was earning his way through school, but there the likeness between them ended. Bolles was popular, clever, well-dressed, a bit slangy. Whatever he tried for always seemed to come to him without effort to Foster's disgust.

"Well, fellows," said Bolles, breezing into the gym just as Foster was gingerly adjusting the hot and cold water of the shower, "'t was a snappy game. I hand it to youyou're a team!"

Foster gave the little wheel a savage turn, and half scalded himself. He rubbed down and dressed rapidly and then strode out. The gym was too much like a farm-yard of cackling hens, he thought resentfully.

He stopped at the little yellow-front lunchroom for supper, and then climbed the steep stairs to his third-story room.

As a "lone steer" he usually had plenty of opportunity for study. To-night was to be an exception. He was just becoming involved in the intracacies of mediæval history when, dimly at first and then loud and clear,

there floated up the stairway to his open door the whistled strains of "The Wearing of the Green."

Little Nick Hurley danced into the room, singing in ungrammatical paraphrase: "It's the most distressful country that ever you have knew

They're hanging men and women here for the wearing of the blue!"

Had Bolles come into the room like that, it would have made Foster wild, but you had to like little Nick whether you wanted to or not.

"That's what Ellington will want to do after the big game," Nick remarked. "But we 'll wear the blue just the same, and we 'll drape a little blue haze over them-eh, Mr. Right-Tackle Man?"

He eyed the large history book skittishly. "Say, you study and play football andand eat and sleep-you do sleep sometimes, don't you?" he said. "Do you do anything else?"

"Is n't that enough?" Foster asked with a bit of a smile.

Nick sat down and threw one leg over the arm of the chair.

"Uh-huh!" he agreed. "Only don't you ever have some great wish not connected with studies or football? Now, me, for instanceI want to be governor some day and wear a silk hat. Don't you "

The tone of banter disappeared abruptly from Nick's voice. He seemed to realize that his words had struck a deep chord.

Five minutes later Foster was slowly telling something that he had never expected to let anybody know about.

"It is n't an ordinary feeling at all," he said. "It's something that just gets hold of your whole soul and pulls and twists it till— till you 're almost ready to do anything-anything you should n't," he added with a wry smile. "You see, Mother's folks always lived near the ocean and the pounding of the breakers and the smell of the salt spray were bred into her bones. When she married Father and he took her to the farm, he promised to go back with her to the shore now and then-but he never did. He never had the money for it. She died the year before Father did partly of homesickness for the ocean, I think!"

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"but just when I had money enough saved up, the dentist had to have it and then some other expenses came along."

"That 's tough!" exclaimed Nick. "If I had a bank handy, I 'd leave the safe unlocked so you could help yourself; but " He was interrupted by the sudden appearance at the door of a tall man whose every motion displayed energy and efficiency.

"Evening, Foster," said this new arrival. "You don't know me, but I know youwhich is more to the point. May I have ten minutes of your time?"

ing for a young man to work Saturdays. Yes, and"-he held up a hand at Foster's attempted interruption "I know you play football that day, son. I know all about you. In fact, from the two hundred and forty-six young men who form the masculine part of Lockwood High, I have selected you as the one who most nearly fills my special and very particular requirements. Now-money talks, does n't it? This is no common proposition that I'm placing before your wondering eyes. Here is the idea in tabloid form: we want you to work from eight A.M. until ten P.M. each

Saturday, work hard, too, for which we will present to you each Saturday evening six round shiny silver plunks or their equivalent. Ah-that brought a flicker of interest to your eyes, did n't it!"

He leaned back and shook a finger at the lad.

"What's the matter with the young men of to-day?" he growled. "I 've fired nine boys in the past two weeks-if this goes on much longer, I'll be getting old before my time. Some of them slam around and smash things; some of them go to sleep and fall into the sugar barrel; some of them are sassy to customers. I tell you- "he waved his hands impressively "there 's fame and fortune waiting for the chap who is willing to take a real interest in his work. What about it, son -have you any use for six dollars a week in your young life?"

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Lone-steer Foster sat very still. his knees his hands were clenched. any use for six dollars a week-ah, the roar of the ocean seemed to grow out of the words!

But there was the team! For four years now, Ellington Academy had beaten Lockwood. It was no time for anybody to quit.

"I'd like to do it," Foster said, in a low tone. "But I can't go back on the team. After the season is over-"

"Nothing doing," said Bitmore, promptly. "I'm after a man now and I 'm going to get one now. To tell the truth, it was just a toss-up between you and another fellowyou won by a hair. I don't want to urge you -but it 's now or never with this proposition." There was a moment of silence.

"Do I understand it 's only the team that makes you hesitate?"

"But for that, I'd say 'yes' in a second!" Foster cried.

"Well," said Bitmore; "just between you and me, what has the team ever done for you -they don't pay your room rent, do they?"

Foster's face hardened. The opportunity to realize his great dream of seeing the ocean had come to him at last. Should he throw it away because of any feeling of loyalty to a team and a school that regarded him as a mere cog?

He stood up. "I'll come," he said quietly. "You want me to begin next Saturday, I presume?"

"At eight sharp," said Bitmore, concisely. When Bitmore had gone, Foster took from one of the shelves behind him a rather large package that was protected by brown wrapping-paper and undid it very carefully.

It was a large magazine. He opened it with slightly unsteady fingers and for a long time stood looking at the full-page picture of a wonderful surf breaking upon the rocks, the broad blue ocean in the background.

"I am going to see it at last!" he murmured. He sat down and began to figure how much he would save each week.

Now a cog, even an unimportant cog, cannot be removed from a machine without upsetting the working of it-and Foster was not an insignificant cog, as opposing teams well knew.

His defection hit the team hard. They won two games by rather small scores and tied the next, when all three should have been won by big scores.

The Sunday afternoon following the tie game, Foster heard a disturbance on the stairs, that presently resolved itself into: "It's the most distressful country that ever you did know

They're hanging men and women now for working in de sto"!"

"Bad poetry, but good principle," Nick remarked as he came in. "We 're thinking of hanging every fellow who works in a store." "Hang away," said Foster, shortly.

"Well, I'm nothing but a senior," Nick murmured. "I've seen three teams beaten by that Ellington bunch-I suppose I can live through another defeat, though it does n't seem so just now."

He sat down and pulled a bag of chocolate peppermints from his pocket.

"I know you have n't any vices," he grinned; "but a couple of these won't cut your mental efficiency more than three per cent. I'm trying to bribe you into seeing reason. The fellows are pretty sore and I don't exactly blame them. I don't blame you either. It's all in the point of view. I don't blame you, but I think you are making a mistake."

"How?" Foster demanded.

"It's a little hard to put it into words," Nick said slowly. "It 's sort of that you are trying to play a lone game all off by yourself. I don't believe it pays. Now there 's Bob Bolles'

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"Bolles!" There was a world of scorn in Foster's tone.

"There 's Bob Bolles," Nick continued imperturbably. "I would n't trust Bob around the corner with a nickle-plated stickpin; but he 's friendly-"

"If you care for that kind of a friend," Foster broke in.

"That 's just it," Nick replied. "I don't care for that kind of a friend; but Bob just takes it for granted that I think he 's my longlost brother and pretty soon I 'm thinking that he is. You can't overlook Bob or snub him even though there is n't much of anything to him. Now there's a lot to you,don't bother to bow, I may be saying that just for effect, but you keep it so tightly shut up inside of yourself that nobody gets any benefit from it."

"I don't owe the fellows anything," said Foster.

Nick reached for another peppermint.

"I'm not so sure of that," he said slowly. "That Satanic old thing they call geometryyou 've heard of it, have n't you?-used to say that the whole is greater than any of its parts. Maybe it is. But a part of any school is the thing they call 'school spirit'-and it seems to me that school spirit is something that is bigger than the team, bigger than the fellows, bigger than the whole school."

He rolled the last peppermint onto the table, made a balloon of the bag, and burst it between his hands.

"Anyway, that 's how I feel," he went on. "It sounds silly, perhaps but I'd sacrifice a whole lot for that little blue pennant with the white 'L' on it. That little flag stands for all that the school has been and done in the past eighty years and that's a bigger thing, Foster, than you or I can hope to chisel out, playing it alone."

Foster sat very still for a long time.

"I don't like to admit it," he said slowly; "but I have n't felt comfortable since I left the team. I would n't put it into words, the way you have done, and face it squarely."

"I'm only giving you my idea," Nick said. "I may be wrong."

Foster shook his head slowly.

"I know-inside of me that you are right," he said.

There were only two more games-Middleton the next Saturday and the big game a week later. It seemed to Foster as if Bitmore ought to be willing to let him off for these two Saturdays.

But this hope was rudely blasted when he spoke to Bitmore.

"No, sir!" that man said promptly. "You can't slip away and then expect to come back again. You are n't the only fellow in town who can work. Mind made up? All right. I'm not sure but that Bolles will suit me better, anyway."

Bolles! If only it could have been some

other fellow who was to receive that six dollars a week!

That night, just before going to bed, Foster took the large magazine from the shelf and looked at the picture of the ocean again.

"Oh, well," he said at length, "I'll see it some time!"

Foster went back to the team quietly and without words, his mind made up to atone for his disloyalty. But the Middleton game was a keen disappointment. Lockwood played raggedly and barely won. The old smoothness was gone. The missing cog had been restored, but it no longer fitted perfectly.

As the week of the big game progressed, the practice disclosed little improvement. Still, the players and the school kept alive a faith that the team would "come back" in the game.

This faith was shaken when Ellington scored a touchdown in the first five minutes of play; it glowed again when Lockwood tied the score in the second quarter; and flamed into glorious brightness when Cowles, the full-back, kicked a pretty field-goal and put Lockwood ahead, ten to seven. But in the second half, Ellington ripped things to pieces and scored another touchdown, making the score fourteen to ten.

There it stood when, in the last quarter, Ellington got the ball near the center of the field and started for the Lockwood goal-line with a fury in her attack that seemed irresistible.

Desperately the Lockwood team fought to hold its ground and fought in vain. Foot by foot, what had once been the best Lockwood team in years was driven back toward the shadow of its own goal-posts.

Lone-steer Foster, fighting like a demon, glanced toward the stands where the blue banners waved loyally. He looked away again quickly.

The Ellington backs crashed through for eight yards. Tears sprang to Foster's eyes. He had been disloyal-and what he had done could not be undone he had wrecked the wonderful machine in which he had been a cog.

He suddenly felt tired. It was as if heavy weights hung from his shoes. He sensed the fact that his team-mates felt the same. They had lost their spirit.

And as Nick had said, the spirit was the biggest thing of all!

Suddenly he stiffened and dug his heels

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