the sun sank leaving the west a dull red glow softly the gray shadows of twilight came creeping creeping over the deep blue ocean over the land and up the distant mountain side leaving the crest illumined for a few seconds in almost blinding brightness then suddenly as if by magic this light too dis appeared the scarlet hue gave place to a hue of inky blackness and silent night reigned supreme her stillness broken only by the wind as it shrieked through the riggings of the vessel which lay anchored in the harbor do you think it safe to venture out tonight captain asked louis lorimer pausing at the cabin-door safe well i suppose so here we have been delayed four hours already because of that other mishap i can't lose any more time for i promised to be at promotory point by noon tomorrow and old captain muller never breaks his word even if he should break his neck laughed louis push ing ms cap farther back on his head then assuming a more serious air he continued but i thought the sky looked like a storm and " o yes perhaps but nothing serious didn't you see the red sun-set that's a sure sign of a fair day tomorrow louis retraced his steps back to the deck where a young man about his own age sat in an invalid chair his eyes fixed upon space well bob what are you thinking about asked louis lightly as he sank into a chair beside his companion are you sorry to leave the scenes of your childhood sorry repeated bob listlessly what for when i came up just now i thought you had rather a sorrowful expression on your face returned louis quiet ly perhaps it was only fancy perhaps murmured bob evasively shading his pale face with one thin hand as though he feared that the glim mering light from the moon would reveal his thoughts louis was silent for a few minutes watching the dark clouds gathering in the west r i told captain muller that a storm was brewing and that we oughtn't to set sail tonight he said suddenly do you see how black the sky is becoming bob yes i have been watching the sky all day and i thought how very much like my own life it is said bob with a passionate bitterness in his voice louis glanced at him curiously and catching the look bob continued let me paint a picture for you lou you know i am somewhat of an artist here it is i see a youth starting out on life s road with everything before liim — wealth influence friends in college there are none so popular as he both with the students and the professors now the clouds begin to gather his father invests his money in a big enterprise and finds — too late — that it is a losing game this knowledge he keeps from his son thinking to let him finish school first but fate decides differently seven weeks before commencement a vast crowd assembled on the campus to witness the baseball game which will decide the league championship of the two rival colleges both sides are anxious to win and pennants of crimson and of gold flutter in the air i see only one group in the crowd and that consists of perhaps a dozen young people all loyal to the crimson all the players are on the ground except the captain and he suddenly makes his appearance amidst the roars of applause from the audience he turns to the group of young people waves his crimson banded cap as a sign of victory and then enters the game with such enthusiasm that his followers catch the spirit and play as they never have before the game is half over and by the skilful outcurves of the pitcher the victory is certainly on the crimson side when — and here's the climax louis — the captain makes a dash for third base stumbles falls and all is darkness do you recog nize the picture bob held out a paper as he spoke and by the fitful rays of the pale moon which had just emerged from behind a cloud louis saw a curious combination of sunrise sunset and dark lowering clouds what a queer idea bob said louis with a short laugh it would have been more real if you had made the sunshine predominate the clouds