awfully worried, because I could see in mother’s eyes that she thought now she would have her way. But he didn’t forget, and made her promise him, she would let me go. So here I am!” and I flung out my arm to the world in salute.

Just then, my companion, who had walked off the right side of the road in order to be in the grass, stumbled. A puzzled look came into her eyes, and as she tried to regain her footing, she stumbled again; this time seemingly being dragged toward the ground.

Instantly, I took in the situation. Lying in the deep grass in a hollow, was a very intoxicated man. My friend had not seen him and stumbled against him. As she tried to balance herself, he, being roused sufficiently from his drunken stupor to realize something was wrong, grabbed at whatever it was, had hold of her garments and was dragging her down. She was paralyzed with fright, while I tried to release her from those clutching hands and at the same time push her out of his arms’ way.

I was breathless with every effort when I finally succeeded, and putting my arm about her waist, urged her to hurry because this creature might take it into his head to pursue us. At first she did exert herself, but gradually I felt her leaning on me more and more, until finally I felt she was about to collapse from her fright. Coaxing and pleading with her to try just a little longer until we should get beyond the turn in the road, I almost dragged her along.

We rounded the turn and before us, a few hundred yards away, stood the pillars of the entrance to the “training school,” with the gates standing open. However, we had to climb a gradual slope to reach the gates and my companion was now completely helpless. Tugging and dragging her, no longer urging her to exert herself, but saving all my breath and energy to accomplish what seemed impossible, I struggled on, feeling the strain in every fiber of my being. I kept hoping someone would come along to help me, but no one could be seen.

Once within the gates, I straightened my aching body and lifted my eyes, looking over the vast and beautiful grounds. Still there was no one in sight to whom I could call for aid.

Bending once more to my burden, I struggled on, turning toward a group of buildings to the left, always climbing upward. As I neared the first building, I thought “I must not go in there