New Ulm review., 1913-07-02

Oallagher was daHctAg n his e1cleS
ment but Skinner calned him ~ N
nouncins. curtly:
.11l best him any w he wants g
run ss..4 ~.
.You couldn't beat ! rus," rstorted
Wally. and Glass suddenly smote his
palms together. crying. hankly:
n forgot the rug!' g3s
1--WE don't want no arg'ment astes>
wards. Does the Centipede accept -
fate!. still BNl glarsd at the facss
ringsd about him.
eve do II Skinner says So
'.Twice around the corral aSreeo
Skinner. '.But no accidents, under
stand? II he falls, ] keep going"
Instantly there ensued . scramble
for grand-stand seats: the COWBOYS
swsrmeds like insects upon the stout
fence Of the corral.
.'Then youM start and hnish here
Once yam pass wen stretch { string %
yonder post, and the frst man to Dust
it wins. Who's got . string?
"Mr. Gallagher. wont you use ny
sash?" Helen quickly unfastened the
long blue bow Of ribbon from her cot
ton gown, and Gallagher thanked her
adding:
'Moreover, the winner gets it,"
For the first time, then, Skinner ID
dressed Miss Blake.
Hadn't you better make that the
loser, miss? The winner gets the
coin," and the assent came In . hasn.
ing smile from the sky-blue yes.
'Then the loser gets the ribbon!
Gallagher announced loudly, and made
one end fast to the corral. (Which
call han some treatment for Mr.. Speed,
an only wish we might retain II ~
the Centipede as remembrance. are
the runners ready?'
Those near the starting-point gave
room. Skinner stepped quickly out
from his blanket, and stamped his
spikes into the soil; he raised and low
cred himself on his toes to try ME
muscles. Speed drew his bath-rooe
from his shoulders and thrust 1t to
ward his trainer, who shook his head
Give It to Covington, Bo; / wont
be here when you come back.
Get ON your marks!" The starter
gave his order.
Speed set his spikes into the dirt
bruuKht his weight forward upon n'f
hands. He whispered something to
Skinner. That gentleman straighteo
ed up, whereupon Willie cried Tor
second time:
~On your marks!" and again Skin
ner crouched.
~Get set!"
The crowd filled its lungs and wait
ed. Helen Blake buried her nails II
her rosy cold palms. Chaplin and n1t
friends were sweyed by their heart
beats, while even Fresno was bal
anced upon his toes, his plump face
eager. The click of Willie's gun sound
ed sharp as he cooked it.
Into the ear close by his cheei
Speed again whispered an agonized-
Don't forget to fall down."
This time the cook Of the Centipedt
leaped backward with an angry snarl
while the crowd took breath.
Make him quit talking to mel
cried Skinner.
Gallagher uttered an imprecatao1
and strode forward, only to have his
way once more barred by Still Bill
Slower. HE can talk il he wants to-
''There is nothing" Speed pointed
out with dignity, Gin the articles to
forbid talking. If wished to. could
sing. Yes, or whistle, If felt like
it,
'On your marks" came the rasping
voice of Willie as Wally murmured to
Skinner:
Remember, I trust you"
Skinner ground his teeth; the tendons
in his calves stood out rigidly.
Get set"
Once more the silenee Of death
wrapped the beholders, and Willie
raised his arm.
Speed cast one lingering farewell
glance to the skies, and said, devout-
ly: What beautiful beautiful
day!"
Now the starter was shaking in m
ague Of fury.
Listen, you:" he chartered. shrilly-
I'm goin' to shoot twice this time
once in the air, and the next time at
the nearest foot-runner. Now, get
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