Ann Arbor Tales

the steps and inside without stopping to take breath. There was no one in the smoking-room; that is to sa

se gasped, leaning he

ette from between his lips, as calmly as though panting freshmen

t as I came in. Said he wo

did h

ling flecked the ash

oom a minute," Norse cried,

e infant called after him; bu

t draped between the front windows and sagging with photographs, the huge Japanese umbrella dependent from the ceiling with many little favors and a multitude of dance car

stirring melodrama, he should have done. He acted without reflection, mechanically almost; but when he s

ledgling called as the figu

t waste brea

a huge stone, set, doubtless, to prevent delivery boys from running their wagons over the curbing. The wind had blown the snow clear of this stone and Norse sank upon it, half exhausted. He proceeded to fix his skates to the soles of his heavy shoes without waiting to regain his breath. He stood up to test the clamps. They gripped viciously. Ahead lay t