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which athletic regimen develops for the untrained, and which is purely muscular. She no longer swung to and fro, a helpless pendulum, between the agonies of apprehension and the anguish of acti

y dimly discerned as yet, the ordeal of strenuous monotony; the deadly-dull, prolonged grind wherein endurance, as it har

er pride and to the sense of partnership which the successful trainer must establish between himself and his pupil. With Darcy this wa

oning had been altered to "harsh," then "brutal," and now "Satanic." Gloria's judgment of he

nded ever to the hortatory and correcti

p it

ga

ut some pu

't haff

better'n'at!" And, o

his bulldoggish "Grmph!" in a tone indicating only too plainly that never before was conscientious trainer so bored an

ld begin to ease, the taskmaster in Mr. Dunne would awaken, the call "Time" would sound like doom to her ears, and she would set to it again, arching on her back, rolling on her stomach (where the three creases were beginning to flatten), yanking at overweighted pulleys, interminably skipping a loathly rope, standing up like a dumb ten-pin before the

he gave up the before-dinner cocktail and with it what little zest she had for her deadly plain diet-and nothing happened. She denied her sweet tooth so much as one little bite of candy-oh, but that was a bitter deprivation-and nothing happened. To her regimen at the gymnasium she added a stint of simple but violent house exercises on off days-and nothing happene

mply intent on earning his money, had been unusually exigent. Besides, Darcy had a nail in her shoe. Besides, Mr. Riegel had been curtly critical of her latest and most original design

Darcy to herself, for perhaps the fiftieth

, the preceptor, in the half-time intermis

rved Mr. Dunne, which Darcy

so," s

Dunne informed her, "at

y wa

Seventh," pursued the chronometrical Mr.

waited

ifty-Ninth a

he

ednesdays,

id Darcy

ed'n-Tenth in time to h

rly three miles

Mr. Dunne t

n, h

art way, or yah won

declared the petulant

said Mr

s?" put forth Da

t," was Mr. Dunne's

death riding b

I'm giving this to

Mr. D

im

her nose violently, a mortifying incident which had not occurred since the first week. The despicable little hand-ball, propelled by her trainer, bounded just a fraction of an inch out of her straining reach, and when she did hit it, felt as soggy as sand and as hard as rock and raised stone-bruises on her hands. She even pinched her thumb in the rowing-machine

rcy lay on the mat going through the loathed body-and-limb-lifting wh

n Darcy wen

," she

What's

!" sai

expression of contemptuous and weary patience. Anything else she could have stood. But that-that was th

ich an end was set by the impact of the floor against the back of his head. For one brief, sweet, romantic moment Andy Dunne was back in the training-ring with the Big Feller and that venerated and

cquired leg muscles, the meek Miss Cole had landed a galvanic kick on his unprotected chin. For a moment he stared in stupefaction. Then he arose and went quietly forth into his own place, where he sat

aid Mr. Dunne. "The

dn't much care. Life wasn't worth living, anyhow. She was through. The one pleasant impression of

f the revolution which he had been performing when he whirled from her view. She o

aight to Gloria Greene. That industrious person was, as usual, at work, and as us

ve done an

h it," command

you," gulped Darcy. "Mr.

hat awful thing have you don

Wor

led him, I suppose

so. I ki-ki-kicked h

y! Wh

the

did

appe

you kicked him into

e, Gloria. It's v

ounds

with it.

with

The diet. Andy D

, you'r

e petulance. "I've been torturing myself for nothin

ce, a marked difference, still submerged but obvious, beneath the surface, in movements which, formerly sluggish,

up here?" inquire

an

r flights? The el

vator!" said

rc

because it wouldn't carry up your laz

rence I want. I want to look like

t isn't despair

's

Andy's and w

won

carefully upon her splendid hair and pinned it in place. "You'll excuse me, won't

u going? To s

at

livened into some

re,

Maud and

at

interesting history of Sir Montrose

u wouldn't

the measured tones of judgment. "But I'll give you

orrow," answere

time, I'll tell the whole thing to the two fiancées w

nt forth of that unsympathetic spot with the air and expression of one spurning earth's vanities and deceptions forever. Being wise in her generation and kind,

e comes back, put the screws on hard. She'

o her faithful trainer whom she had kicked in the jaw. As he entered the gymnasium a strip of court-plaster on the curve of his chin caught her fascinated attention a

's work

she known it. Not knowing it, she won through that violent hour on sheer grit. At the trainer's final "Nuff," she contrived to smile, but she couldn't quite manage to walk off the floor. She sat down upon a

are a kid, ainche?" he brok

-twenty-two,"

man; old enough for the father stuff. And I wanta tell

ightening eye,

game," said M

re. For gameness, as she well knew, was the ultimate virtue to the athlete mind. The Big Feller had been game, even in his downfall; it

paid her his f

nno exactly what yah'r out after

Dunne," said D

t gentleman. "Cut the

said the recipien