Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1906-11-14

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 a great
wrench and was back again with the
board. which he placed as bulwark
against further sand slides. Then to
work again with the broken shovel,
feyerishly, 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 musde
ached wearily. 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 its solitary oc-
cupant gave an exclamation of sur
prise.
"What in the world Is the matterY'
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. "Oh,
get in here, Mr.. Small, and I'll drive
you to the doctor"
In a few moments Harwell was
watching the gay painted back of the
trap, now occupied by two figures, re-
treating into the dusk.
His lip qulvered little sensitively.
"They never thought of me-" he NUT
tered. "Small has got her. and 1--we
got the chill he want<A me to have"
Then he limped on through the twi-
light toward the dormitory mile
away.
That evening Harwell sat In the liv-
ing room of his fraternity house nurs-
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 he 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 dignifed,
stalked into the reception room Alice,
her winsome face eager, led him to
quiet corner. "Dick," she said hesi-
tatlngly, did l act very brutal this
afternoonY'
Dick thought for a moment. "Yes,"
he replied firmly.
Alice caught her breath. "But how
fine? You said nothing"
"There was nothing to say. 1t was
Small's inning"
"Small" shifted Alice. Don't men
ton Billy Small to me! think you are
fine, but | could get that from what
Billy said only by Inference. Dick, did
you get chilli"
W refl -,IssirsaJ w rrn IwO ofUtnois
college, she understood all the shad-
ings of training.
"Oh, Dickr' she said. "Oh, Dick"
pO1HeluluS III uef tOuo ihaue DiSA
look up. "But you don't care" he said
bitterly.
"Don't II" she replied. well, per-
haps l do care, more that you were
brave and fine enough to give up all
chances In the meet to help a man
who was not worth it."
The room swan around giddily. Dick
@ha Of oh oil
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"
'T am sure of It," said Dick. And
there was thrill of Joy In his voice
that left no doubt as to his meaning.