The Blackfoot optimist. [volume] (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1907-1918, 1913-10-02

you see anything suspicious, let ~
know. Wen git EN-" said wilma
"Thank you"
The two men went out, whereupon
Glass chartered:
"W-what did I tell you? It's
worse'n suicide to stick around this
farm. I'm going to blow"
Where are you going?"
New York. Let's beat i'll"
"Never!" exclaimed the college
man. stubbornly. Wen hear from
Covington before long. Besides, I
can't leave until get some money
from home"
Let's walk"
Don't be q fool!"
Then I've got to have . drink"
Glass started for the living-Quarters,
but at the door ducked quickly out Of
sight. She's there!" he whispered
tragically. "She seen me, tool"
Mariedetta was sQuatting In the
shade opposite. her eyes fixed stolidly
upon the training-Quarters.
Then you've got to lay low till she
gives up" declared Wally. Were in
trouble enough as 1t is"
For nearly an hour the partners dis
cussed the situation while the Mexi-
can maid retained her position; then,
when Glass was on the verge Of max
ing a desperate sally, Cloudy entered
silently. Although this had been an
unhappy morning for the trainer, here
at least was one person Of whom he
had no fear, and his natural optim-
ism being again to the fort. he greeted
the Indian lightly.
well, how's the weather, Cloudy ?"
'Mr. Cloudy to you." said the other.
Both Glass and his protege stared It
was the first word the Indian had
uttered since their arrival. Lawrence
winked at his companion.
"All right, If you like it better.
How's the weather, Mister Cloudy ?"
He snickered at his own joke, where
upon the aborigine turned upon him
slowly, and said. in perfect English:
Your humor is misplaced with me.
Don't forget, Mr.. Glass. that the one
Yale football team you trained, I
dropped goal on from the forty-five-
yard line"
Glass allowed his mouth to open in
amazement The day was replete
with surprises.
"'96!" he said. while the light of un.
derstanding came over him. You're
Cloudy -Sun-Shines?"
"Yes-Carlisle." Cloudy threw back
his head, and pointed with dignity to
the flag Of his Alma Mater hanging
upon the wall.
by Jove, remember that" ex:
claimed Speed.
$50 will Yale so long as she lives"
predicted the Indian, grimly. "You
crippled me in the second half"-he
stirred his withered. leg-"but l
! dropped it on you; and-I have not
forgotten" He ground the last sen.
tence between his teeth.
See here, Bo-Mr. Cloudy. You
! don't blame us for that?"
!. Cloudy grunted, and threw a yellow
envelope on the floor at Speeds feet.
There is something for you," said
| he. while his lips -eur!ed. He turned,
and limped silently to the door.
,.s And I tried to kid him!" breathed
Glass with disgust, when the visitor
| had gone. II amt been in right since
| Garfield was shot"
ITS telegram from Covington!"
cried Speed, tearing open the mes.
|. sage "At last!'
Thank the Lord!" Glass started
forward eagerly. when IL he be here?
/ Quick!" Then he paused. j. Walling.
Cord Speed had gone deathly pale, and
srreeling slightly whats wrong?"
/ The college man made uncertainty
for his bed, murmuring incoherently:
.ef-rm sick! I'm sick, Larry!" He
fell Imply at full length, and groaned
"Cail the race Off"
Glass snatched the missive from his
employers nerveless fingers, and read
with bullying eyes, as follows:
~: Wallingford Speed, Flying Heart
Ranch, Kidder, N. NJ:
"Don't tip off. Am in Jail Omaha.
Looks like ten days.
e CULVER Cov1NGToN."
. The trainer uttered cry like that
of wounded animal.
Call it of, Larry" moaned the
Hope of the Flying Heart. Tive been
poisoned"
Poisoned. eh?". said the fat man,
TREMENDOUSLY. Poisoned! Nix! Not
with mel" He walked. firmly across
the room, flung back the lid of Speeds
athletic trunk, and began to paw
through it feverishly. One after an
other he selected three heavy sweat
ers, then laid strong hands upon his
prctege and jerked him to his feet
"Sick, Ell? Here, get into these!"
what do you mean, Lawrence?" In.
quired his victim.
III you get sick, de-" Glass
opened the first sweater, and half
smothered his protege with it. "Hur-
-. IS