THE PANORAMA OF A LOST YOUTH As O'Connell hurried through the streets of the little village thoughts surged madly through his brain.

It was in this barren spot he was born and passed his youth.

Youth! A period of poverty and struggle: of empty dreams and futile hopes.

It passed before him now as a panorama.

There was the doctor's house where his father hurried the night he was born.
How often had his mother told him of that night of storm when she gave her last gleam of strength in giving him life! In storm he was born: in strife he would live.