Pierre weekly free press. (Pierre, S.D.) 1889-19??, 1912-05-09
WINNING HIS RACE
By GRACE MARGARITA PHlPPs

ing with his long strides toward the
far side of the pits.
| Small looked after him; then mali.
cous look crossed his eyes. Tiff Har-
we'll should get chilled, He sprang to
| his feet
wait! Wait!' he Foared. II want"
| then Great heavens.'' he cried. Then
there was silence.
| Halwell did not turn his head at
Small's CALL He grinned apprcciative-
| 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 a careless bound Then vague
sense of apprehension entered his
mind. Smalls roar had stopped very
suddenly. He wondered why Per.
haps he ought to so back, yet he kept
on.
But the sense of apprehension grew
and would not so. Finally, with lit
tie groan at his own foolishness. Har.
we'll turned and retraced his course to
the sand pits, his stride never break
ing. AT the brow of the slope he gave
startled ejaculation. In springing to
his feet Small had dislodged a great
slice of the sand pit wall. To his arm
pits in sand, with face white and
senseless and the sand creeping con-
stantly 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
l In fAr Ia
Small's face. Small opened his eyes.
I'm sulfocating, Harwell," he said.
"Oh, no, you're not--not' by a long
| chalk. Here, take this can and dig 20
beat the band. I'll use this piece OF
shovel
lie set to work feverishly. The bit
of shovel proved very efficient welded
by Harwelfs sincwy arm, and the tin
can in Smalts hands was not to be de-
splsed. Harwell worked with one eye
on the edge of the pit. The sand lay
ers, one by one We're 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--silently.
swiftly, great wedge of sand gave
way and Small was again buried to
his shoulders.
| Harwell looked about. The pits had
been so long deserted that there was
| not a 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 gain with the
board, which he placed as IL bulwarlS
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 We're blistered, TINT 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.
There was the sound Of hoof beats
behind them. The two weary figures
drew to the roadside and waited for
i the smart little dogcart to pass them.
But it stopped.
What in the world is the matter?"
asked Alice Summer.
Small got caught in the sand pit"
replied Harwel, both men staring IN
into the beautiful, sensitive face. The
girl gave little cry of sympathy. ooh,
get in here, Mr.. Small, and Ill 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 qulvered little sensitlyely.
'"They never thought of me" he NUT
tered. Small has got her, and 1--we
got the chill he wanted me to have"
That evening Harwell sat in the liv-
ing room of his fraternity house nurs-
ing his aching muscles and giving an
i occasional sneeze. The hundred ward
dash was lost; but, since Alice, too.
was lost, he was strangely Indifferent.
/ Then he was called to the telephone.
Miss Alice Summer, who was stayine
at the hotel with her mother, would be
glad to have him CALL
a. iAai wen, very coH ana dlgnlhed,
stalked into the reception room Alice.
her winsome face eager, led him to
quiet corner. Dick" she said hesitat-
ingly, did | act very brutal this after
noon?"
Dick thought for a moment. eyes,.
he replied firmly.
Alice caught her breath But how
could know that you had been SO
fine? You said nothing"
There was nothing to say. It was
Small's inning"
"small.." shifted Alice Don't men
ton Billy Small to me. 1 think you are
fine but could get that from what
Billy said only by inference. Dick, did
you get chill?''
Dick nodded, and Alice's face filed