The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1913-04-26

time TO Carara.
You n Cloudy butcher the widest
four-year-old you can find IL you
can't get close enough TO rope him,
shoot him. and bring I'm hind quar-
ter. It's got to be here in time for
breakfast"
Isl, Senorl" The Mexican picked
up his lariat; the Indian took Win
chester from an upper bunk and filled
II with cartridges.
"Of course, he'll have TO eat out
here; they spoil him up at the house"
Sure thing!"
be terrible blow to Miss Blake"
Fresno shook his head doubtflly.
What about usf"
"Oh, you can stand it--but she's a
girl. All, we'll" the speaker sighed.
| Il hope nothing occurs between now
and Saturday to prevent his running"
ut won't" Slower grimly assured
the Californian. 'Nothin' whatever is
Eoin' to occur"
He was speaking yesterday about
the possibility OF some business en-
gagement--"
The small man in glasses interrupt
cd. ''Nothin' but death shall take him
from US. Mr.. Fresno"
III think OF anything else," offered
Berkeley. kindly, I'll tell you
I'VE wish you would"
Fresno returned 10 the house. hum
ming oheerily. II was stiil an hour
sntil his breAkfast-time. hut he had
accomplished much. In the midst OF
his meditation he came upon Miss
Blake emerging upon the rear porch
"Good-morningl" he cried. She
started a trife guilty. What are
you doing at this houri"
"oh. just love the morning air. !"
she answered.
Same here! Honesty goes TO bed
early. and industry rises betlmes.
That's mel"
Then you have been working2"
Fresno nodded. He was looking at
four cowboys who were entering the
gymnasium, staggering beneath drip
| ping gunny-sacks Then he turned his
gaze searchingly upon the girl.
We're you looking for Speed?" he
asked accusingly.
THE ideal" Miss Blake flushed
family.
III you are. he has gone for n run.
| dearly love TO see him get up early
and run, he enjoys II So"
II have been baking cake" said
! a rla vi hA - hze
occupation upon her hands, arms, and
apron, while Fresno. at sight OF the
blue apron tied at her throat and
waist. felt that he himself WAS as
dough In her hands. Il had a dread.
full time to make II rise"
J III l were a cake would rise al
your lightest word"
The cook said II wouldn't be At to
eat" declared Helen.
II should love 10 eat your cooking
Once In while, perhaps. but not
every day"
Every day--always and always
You know what | mean, Miss Blake
Helen!" The young man bent n Low.
er's gaze upon his companion until
he detected her eyes fastened with
startled inquiry upon his toilet. Re
Numbering, he buttoned his coat, but
ran on. This Is the first chance I've
had TO see you alone since Speed ar
rived. There's something want "a
ask you"
IL know what II Is" stammered
Helen you want me to let you sins
again. Please do. love morning
music--and your voice is so tender
Life said Berkeley, rs one
sweet"
What is going on here?" demanded
voice behind them. and Mrs. KeaT
came out upon the porch, eying the
pair suspiciously. It was evident that
she. like Fresno. had dressed hur
riedly.
Mr.. Fresno is going to sing to us.
explained the younger girl, quickly.
Really"
II am like the bird that greets tn,
morn with song" laughed the tenor
awkwardly.
What are you going TO sing7" de
manded the chaperon, still suspicious
ly.
"Dearie."
Don't you know any other song?'
"Oh, yes, but they are all sad"
I'm getting triie tired o
'Dearie.' let's have one OF the others.
Mrs. Keap turned her eyes anxiousl,
toward the training quarters, and 1
was patent that she had not counted
upon this encounter. Noting her lacl
OF ease. Fresno said hopefully;
IF you are going for walk. III
sing for you at some other time"
Us Mr. Speed up YETI"
up and gone He'll be back soon.
Then Mrs. Keap sank into the ham
mock. and with something like resig
nation. said
Proceed with the song"