The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1913-05-08
HE was mak.a' a play for that little

"He was makIn' play for that little
doll"
Don't you call Miss Blake a doll,
Larry! won't stand for it!"s
We'll, skirt then"
why don't you cut It? There's
train East at midnight"
And leave Helen-like that? Her
faith in me has weakened already;
she'd hate me if / did that No! I've
got to face it out!'
They'll be singin' hymns for both
or u.s." predicted the fat man.
Il don't care. They can boil me in
oil won't let her think I'm a cow
ard"
Larry doesn't have to stay"
"Of course not He can escape"
Not a chance" said the trainer.
''They watch me closer n they DO
him"
Covington considered for moment.
cit certainly looks bad, but perhaps
the other fellow can't run either. Who
| is he?"
"A cook named Skinner"
Happy name! Well, two thirds Of
sprint is in the start. How does
Wally get in motion, Lawrence?"
| Like a sacred OK" Glass could not
conceal his contempt.
I'll give him some pointers; it will
all help" But Speed was nervous
and awkward-so awkward, IN fact,
that the coach finally gave it Up as q
bad job, saying:
It's no use, Wally, you've got fool
feet"
Il have, Ell? Well, 1 didn't break
them getting out of Jail"
THE less said about that jail the
better. I'm in trouble myself"
! Speed might have explained that his
chum's dilemma was by no means so
serious as he imagined, had not
| Waterman Willie thrust his head
through the open window at that mo-
ment with the remark:
Time to get busy!"
We'll be right with you!" Glass
seized his protege by the arm and bore
him away, muttering: Stick it out,
brother, we're nearin' the end!"
Again Speed. donned his running-suit
and took TO the road for his farewell
! practice. Again Willie followed at a
distance on horseback, watching the
hills wariIy. But all hope had fed
from the Yale man now, and he re-
turned to his neutrality-suspicious. dis
heartened, resigned.
He was not resigned, however, to-
the visit he received later from Miss
Helen Blake, That young lacy rushed
in upon him like miniature cyclone,
sweeping him off his feet by the fury
of her denunciation, allowing him no
opportunity to speak, until, with a
half-sob, she demanded:
! "Why-why did you deceive me-"
Il love you!" Wally said, as if no
further explanation were necessary.
THAT explains nothing You made
sport of me! You couldn't love me,
and do that"
"Helen!"
81 thought you were so fine. so,
strong, but you lied-yes, that is what
you did! You fibbed to me the first
day l met you, and you've been fbbing
ever since. l could never, never care
for man who would do that"
who has told you these things?"
Roberta, for one. She opened my
eyes to your-baseness."
well, Roberta has grudge against
my sex. She's engaged to all the men
she hasn't already married. Marriage
is habit with her. 1t has made her
suspicious"
But you did deceive me, didn't yOu''
"Will you marry me?" asked J. Wal
lingford Speed.
1.-THE ideal" Miss Blake gasped.
will you?"
"Please don't speak that way. When
q man cares for a woman, he doesn't
deceive her-he tells her everything.
You told me you were great runner,
and believed you. I'll never believe
you again. Of course, shall behave
to you in a perfectly friendly manner,
but underneath the surface l shall be
consumed with Indignation" Miss
Blake commenced to be consumed.
See! You don't acknowledge your
perfidy even now"
Whats the use? If said couldn't
run, and then beat the cook, you'd be-
lieve l deceived you again. And sup
pose that / can't beat him."
Then l shall know they have told
me the truth
"And if, on the other hand, should
win"-Miss Blake's eyes fell-"Helen,
would you marry me?" Speed started
toward her, but she had fed out into
the twilight.