Montour American. (Danville, Pa.) 1866-1920, 1906-12-13

WHITE AND SENSELESS.
extra work he would be stale. Sec
ond, he must be careful Of that right
thigh muscle. He had strained 1t In
the fall as quarterback. And, lastly,
this third necessity being unknown to
the trainer, he must win the hundred
yard dash in the Colwell Wilton meet.
The rivalry between Harwell and
Small had become more than physical.
To win first place in the meet was to
win frst place In Alice Summers eyes
at least. this was the conclusion
reached by Harwell.
lie hurdled the pasture bars into the
meadow. II was rather wet, and the
smell OF bruised cowslips and tender
new sprung mint followed the soft pad
OF his sandals. At the sand pits Har-
we'll halted at the sound OF his name
shouted at the top of lusty lungs.
Small, in knlckerbockers, was pound
ing away with his geological hammer
at a huge bowlder.
I'm chill If l stopw called Harwell
merrily. why aren't you runningT
to make up this week"
"Too bad"' shorted Harwell, bound
Ing with his long strides toward the
far side OF the pits.
Small looked after him, then mali
clous look crossed his eyes. If-lf Har-
well should get chilled! He sprang to
lis feet
Wait. Waltz he roared II want
then Great heavensp he cried. Then
there was silence.
Harwell did not turn his head at
Small's call. He grinned appreciative-
ly to himself Cant work me that
way" he thought "A chill for me
would be very valuable to Small" and
he crossed the little meadow brook
with 4 careless bound. Then a vague
sense of apprehension entered his mind.
Smalls roar had stopped very sudden
y. He wondered why. Perhaps he
ought TO 20 back, yet he kept on.
But the sense Of apprehension grew
and would not 90. Finally. with lit
tie groau 81 his own foollshness, Har-
well turned aud retraced his course to
the sand pits, his stride never break
ing. At the brow Of the slope he gave
startled ejaculation. In springlng to
his feet Small had dislodged a great
slice Of the sand pit wall To his arm
pits in sand, with face white and sense
less and the sand creeping constantly
down to sift higher and higher about
him, was Small
Harwell dashed toward him AS he
ran he snatched up an old tin can half
full Of rain water and dashed II in
SmalPs face. Small opened his eyes.
I'm suffocating, Harwell," he said.
'Oh, no, you're not; not by long
chalk. Here, take this can and dig to
beat the band. III use this piece OF
shovel. and Wen have you out in a
jiffy"
He set 10 work feverlshly. The bit
OF shovel proved very efficient welded
by Harwelrs sinewy arm, and the tin
can In Smalrs hands was not TO be de-
spised. Harwell worked with one eye
on the edge OF the pit The sand lay
ers, one by one, were loosening. If he
did not get Small free before they fell
well, there was no use in thinking OF
that. Now Small was free to his waist
line. now to his thighs, now-sllently,
swiftly, a great wedge Of sand gave
way, and Small was again buried to
his shoulders
Harwell looted about. The pits had
ben 50 Ing deserted that there wars
not boaI III sight Yes. half buried
md biack gi-L az. there was one. He
peited across the Npt, gave great
wrench end was lack again with the
board which . rlaccd as bulwark
a, inst further sand slides. Then to
81 rk agan With the broken shovel.
feverishly. fer Small was growing
faint and limp.
II ist, painting, Harwell helped the
half unconscious Small to his feet.
Then he was suddenly conscious that
his hands were hiistered, that his feet
dragged. that his right thigh muscle
ached YEARLY. But he put his arm
ABOUT Smau ana leo MN SLOWLY rrom
the sand pit down to the turnpike road
that was the straightest course to the
college dormitory. 1t was nearing sun
set. and a damp. cool wind blew from
the marfieS. Harwell shlvered, but he
closed his lips firmly and hurried Small
on as best be could.
There was the sound Of hoof beats
behind them. The two weary figures
drew TO the roadside and waited for
the smart little dogcart to pass them.
But II stopped, and its solitary oc-
cupant gave an exclamation of sur
prise.
"What In the world Is the mattsrf'
asked Alice Summers.
"Gmall got caught In the sand pit" rs-