The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1906-11-15

been so long deserted that there was
not board in sight. Yes. half buried
and black with age. there was one. He
pelted across the pit, gave great
wrench and was back again with the
board, which he placed as a bulwark
against further sand slides. Then to
work again with the broken shovel
feverishly, for Small was growing
faint and limp.
At last, painting, Harwell helped the
half unconscious Small to his feet
Then he was suddenly conscious that
his hands were blistered, that his feet
dragged, that his right thigh muscle
ached YEARLY. But he put his arm
about Small and led him slowly from
the sand pit down to the turnpike road
that was the straightest course to the
college dormitory. 1t was nearing sun
set, and damp, cool wind blew from
the marshes. Harwell shivered. but he
closed his lips firmly and hurried Small
on as best he 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 it stopped, and it's solitary oc-
cupant gave an exclamation of sur
prise
what in the world is the matter?''
asked Alice Summers.
"Small got caught in the sand pit" re-
piled Harwell, both men staring up in
to the beautiful, sensitive face. The
girl gave little cry of sympathy ooh,
get in here, Mr.. Small, and I'll drive
you to the Doctor"
In few moments Harwell was
watching the gay painted back of the
trap, now occupied by two figures, re-
treating into the dusk.
His lip quivered a little senstively.
"They never thought of me-" he NUT
tered. Small has got her, and 1--we
got the chill he wanted me to have.
Then he limped on through the twi-
light toward the dormtory a mile
away
That evening Harwell sat in the liv-
ing his aching muscles and giving an
occasional sneeze. The hundred yard
dash was lost; but, since Alice. too.
was lost, he was strangely Indifferent.
Then ne was called to the telephone.
Miss Alice Summers. who was staying
at the hotel with her mother. would be
glad to have him call.
AS Harwell. very cold and dignified,
stalked into the reception room Alice,
her winsome face eager. led him to a
quiet corner. Dick" she said hest
tatingly. did l act very brutal this
afternoon?'
Dick thought for moment. yes"
he replied firmly
Alice caught her breath But how
could l know that you had been SO
fine? You said nothing
There was nothing to say 1t was
SmalPs inning"
'Small!' shifted Alice Don't men
ton Billy Small to me. think you are
fine. but l could get that from what
Billy said only by inference Dick. did
you get a chill?''
Dick nodded, and Alice's face filled
with dismay. With two brothers in
college, she understood all the shad-
ings Of training
"Oh. Dick.' she said "Oh. Dickw
Something in her tone made Dick
look up. But you don't care" he said
bitterly.
Don't I?' she replied. We'll per-
haps l do care more that you were
brave and fine enough to give up all
chances in the meet to help man
who was not worth it,
The room swan around giddily. Dick
clutched the arms of his chair. and
then both the girls slender hands were
in his
Dick she whispered, don't you
see that what you have done is better
than winning ten dashes?''
II am sure of it, said Dick And
there was thrill of joy in his voice
that left no doubt as to his meaning.