Blazes, but won't there be a big squeal in purgatory when the divil gits howld of him!"

"The blaze is the work of those crazy strikers, I suppose," said Mr. Merrick.

INDIAN SUMMER VILLANELLE HERBERT S. UNDERWOOD '83 When the forest flames in crimson and gold, While the sinking sun seems a molten mass, And a beautiful blaze is all the wold, The sumach flashes, a banner unrolled, And yellow-clad boughs glow like burnished brass, When the forest flames in crimson and gold.

" Again he looks back upon his absorbing passion for a glorious girl called "Nanni," but that blaze is now "only a quietly burning sacred flame of pure divine friendship and reverence.

In any American city such a blaze would certainly become a great conflagration.

The cracklin' blaze is climbin' up around the old backlog, As we set by the fireplace here, myself and cat and dog; And as fer me, I'm thinkin', as the fire burns clear and bright, That it must be mighty lonesome fer the Widder Clark ter-night.

I do not wish to be unduly inquisitive, but I should like to know where the blazes we are going, and why we do not make for a decent hotelif there is such a thing in these desolate wilds.