December and May! Once! would have condemned any mating of age with youth. Yet a month ago I was best man for my old friend Col. Bemis-and “old” friend he is, for the colonel is in his fifty-eighth year-and his petite bride who then lacked a few days of being twenty! There isn’t a happier couple in the state; their happiness is apparent to all observers. But I wonder what others would think if they had seen Col. Bemis as I saw him less than a year ago-before he had taken the big brace that two physicians said a man of his age could never take! Bemis had let-up and slowed-down; he had become a mere spectator in life’s race-when something happened.