man, Harden-Hickey begged: "Let's pretend I'm a king."

But the trouble was, the other boys had grown up and would not
pretend.

For some reason his end always reminds me of the closing line of
Pinero's play, when the adventuress, Mrs. Tanqueray, kills herself,
and her virtuous stepchild says: "If we had only been kinder!"

WINSTON SPENCER CHURCHILL

IN the strict sense of the phrase, a soldier of fortune is a man who
for pay, or for the love of adventure, fights under the flag of any
country.

In the bigger sense he is the kind of man who in any walk of life
makes his own fortune, who, when he sees it coming, leaps to
meet it, and turns it to his advantage.

Than Winston Spencer Churchill to-day there are few young
men--and he is a very young man--who have met more varying
fortunes, and none who has more frequently bent them to his own
advancement. To him it has been indifferent whether, at the
moment, the fortune seemed good or evil, in the end always it was
good.

As a boy officer, when other subalterns were playing polo, and at
the Gaiety Theatre attending night school, he ran away to Cuba
and fought with the Spaniards. For such a breach of military
discipline, any other officer would have been court-martialled.