Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1913-06-05

syrating abou+ the Echo phonograpb
IN the midst Of war-dGnce He
kicked violently with his spilled shoes,
whereat The foreman buclged ike a
wild horse under the spur and dropped
him. and he staggered out OF The
crowd. where a girl dew 10 him.
"Oh, vyally," she cried. ii knew ?ou
could" He sank to the ground, and
she knelt beside him.
Skinner was propped against the
corral fence opposite. his face distort-
cd vita suffering, and Gallagher was
rubbing his ankle
"Taint broke, reckon" said Ga.
lagher, rising. ''I wish 20 hell 1t
was!" He stared disgustedly at his
fallen champion. and added. we
don't want y'all for a cook no more
Skinner. You never was no good no
how. He turned to Helen and handed
her double handful of bank-notes, as
Berkeley Fresno buried his hands in
his pockets and walked away. Here's
your coin, miss. If ever you get an
other bunch. let me know. An here's
yours. Mr.. Speed; it's weddin-pre
ent from the Centipede." He fetched
a deep sigh. THANK the Lord we'll
git somethin' fit to eat from now on"
Speed staggered to skinner, who
was still nursing his injury, and held
out his hand, whereat the cook winked
his left eye gravely.
THE best man won" said Skinner
land say-there's a parson at Albu
Querque." Then he groancd loudly
and fell to massaging his foot
There came a futtering by his side.
and Miss Blake's voice said to him
with sweetness and with pity:
"I'm so sorry you lost your posi-
ton, Mr.. Skinner. You're splendid
runner!"
Never mind the job miss, I've got
something to remember it by" He
pointed to sash which lay beside
him. THE loser gets the ribbon
miss" he explained calamity.
Of to the right there came new
cutlery, and far across the level prairie
strange sight was revealed to the
beholders. A fat man in white fan
nels was doubling and lodging aheat
considerable distance it could plainl!
be seen that he was behaving with re
markable agility for one so heavy
Repeatedly his pursuers headed hin
off, but he rushed past them, seeming
ly possessed by the blind sense Of di
rection that guides the homing pigeof
or the salmon in its springtime run
He was headed toward the east.
why, it's Larry" calculated Speed
And Cloudy and Carara."
"Wally, your man has lost his rea
SOM" Chaplin called
At that instant the watchers saw
the Mexican thunder down upoI
Glass, his lariat swinging about hi
head Lazily the rope uncoiled ant
settled over the fleeing figure. then
amid a cloud OF dust, Cararas horse
set itself upon its launches and TIT
white-clad figure came 70 the end o
it's flight There was violent strug
gle, es II tho cowhody had hooked ;
leapicg tuna, cactus nlauts and sage
brush we're uprooted, than the pom,
began to back away, always kecpln
tbs lar,at t4u.. But Glass was n
easy captive, as his thrcshing arm
and leys betrayed anG even when h
was dragged hack TO the scene of tn
:aae. par,eing. grimy, disheve.led, tn
,o;e still about bis waist, he SCENE
obseSsed by that Wild inRanlIy fc
flixht. lie was drecche ed with persp
ration, his collar wes dangling, on
end Of o auspeDder traiIed behind HIN
At sight Of Speed he uttered or
then plunged through tho crowd liko
bull. out the larlat loop slipped to tn
neck and frightened like n hangman
noc3s
"La-ry," cried hjs employer, sharpl
"hnve you lost your head?'
"Ainr they g-g-got you yet?' querle
he trainer in a strangling voice.
you idiot, | won"
What"
IT won-easy"
You wont" Larry's eyes WEI
starting from his head
HE sure did, said Slower. Didr
you think he could?'
Glass apprehended that look Of su
picion. Certainly" said he. "Didr
| say 30, all along? Now take tn
clothes line off of me; I've got to n
some more"
That evening ]. Wallingford Spec
and Helen Blake sat together in Il
hammock, and much of the time h
hand was in his. From the bun
house across the courtyard float'
the voice of the beloved Echo Phon
graph, now sad, now gay; now shr
ling the peaceful air with Nine. Nj
ba's Holy City," now waking II
echoes with the rasping reflections
"Silas on Fifth Avenue" To Il
spellbound audience gathered clos
beside it, it was divine; but deep
was their satisfaction, it could n
compare with that of the tired your
son of Eli. Ineffable peace and co
tentment were his; the whole wit
world was full of melody.
And now that I've told you VIII
miserable fraud | am, you won
stop loving me?' he questioned.