| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Mother by Owen Wister: shoulder and crack a joke."
"Amalgamated Electric had risen five more points before the board closed
that afternoon. This was the first news that I told Ethel."
"'Richard,' said she, 'I wish you would sell that stock to-morrow.'"
"But this I saw no reason for; and on Tuesday it had gained seven points
further. Ethel still more strongly urged me to sell it. I must freely
admit that." And the narrator paused reflectively.
"Thank you, Richard," said Ethel from the sofa. "And I admit that I could
give you no reason for my request, except that it all seemed so sudden.
And--yes--there was one other thing. But that was even more silly."
"I believe I know what you mean," replied Richard, "and I shall come to
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Bucky O'Connor by William MacLeod Raine: out. But his little friend, the one he loved better than his
life, must somehow be extricated, no matter how the cards fell.
The ranger was taken at once before General Carlo, the ranking
army officer at Chihuahua, and, after a sharp preliminary
examination, was committed to prison. The impression that
O'Connor got of Carlo was not a reassuring one. The man was a
military despot, apparently, and a stickler for discipline. He
had a hanging face, and, in the Yaqui war, had won the nickname
of "the butcher' for his merciless treatment of captured natives.
If Bucky were to get the same short shrift as they did--and he
began to suspect as much when his trial was set for the same day
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Michael Strogoff by Jules Verne: before disappeared below the horizon. There was not a
house in sight. The last of the Tartars was lost in the dis-
tance. Michael and Nadia were quite alone.
"What will they do with our friend?" exclaimed the
girl. "Poor Nicholas! Our meeting will have been fatal
to him!" Michael made no response.
"Michael," continued Nadia, "do you not know that he
defended you when you were the Tartars' sport; that he
risked his life for me?"
Michael was still silent. Motionless, his face buried in
his hands; of what was he thinking? Perhaps, although
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