The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1913-05-08

The little man shifted his feet; then
allowed himself to inquire, as if re-
garding the habits of some dear de-
parted friend:
Have you chose any favorite rec
cords?"
I'VE all has our pick. Speakin' per-
sonal, I'm stuck on that baggage coach
song of Mrs. More's"
Moray" Willie corrected Mora!
Heleney Moray is the lady's name"
"Mebbe SO. Our foot-runner likes
that Injun war-dance best of ALL" Ca
rara smiled at Cloudy, who nodded,
as if pleased by the compliment
Then it was that the Flying Heart
spokesman made an inquiry in hushed,
hesitating tones.
How do you like THE Holy City,"
he removed his hat, as did those
back of him. LAS sung by Madame
sella Melby?'
"Rotten!" Gallagher said promptly
That's a bum, for fair"
During one GREATNESS instant the
wizeneG man stood as If disbelieving
his ears, the enormity of the insult
| robbing him of speech and motion.
Then he uttered a snarl, and Slower
was barely in time to intercept the
backward fling of his cropping hand.
mo voylence, Willie! There's Ia
dies present"
Stover's captive ground his teeth
and struggled briefly, then turned and
made for the open prairie without q
word.
ITS his first love-" said Slower, sim
ply. The other foreman exploded into
hoarse laughter, saying:
II didn't reckon l was treadin' on
the toes of no bereafed relatH's, but
them church tunes amt my style
| However, we're wastin' time, gents.
| Where's that clubhouse? Nothin'
| but money talks loud enough for me to
hear. Good-day, white folks!" Gala
CHER saluted Miss Chaplin and her
! friends with a flourish, and moved
away in company with the cowboys.
Il never" said Glass, "seen so many
tough guys outside of a street-car
strike"
Gallagher has been in prison." Jean
Informed him. He's a wonderful
shot"
Il knew it," .
Speed spoke up brightly: "Well,
let's go back to the house and wait
for Covington.''
But you were getting ready to 60
running" said Helen.
mo more running for me! I'm in
good enough shape, eh, Larry?"
Great! Barring the one thing"
whats that?" queried Fresno.
"A little trouble with one of his
nerve-centers, that's all. But even if
it got worse during the night, Coving-
ton could run the race for him."
| The Californian started. At last all
was plain. He had doubted from the
| first. now he was certain; but with un-
6erstanding came also a menace to
his own careful plans. If Covington
feet his rivals exposure? On the way
back to the house he had to think
pretty rapidly.
Mrs. Keap was pacing the porch as
the others came up, and called Speed
aside; then, when they were alone,
broke out, with blazing eyes:
you said you had stopped him!"
And I thought L had. I did my
best"
But he's coming! He'll be here
any minute!"
Il suppose he learned you were
here" Wally laughed.
Then you must have told him"
mo, didn't"
"Mr. Speed"-Roberta's cheeks were
pallid and her voice trembled-"you"-
didn't-send that telegram-at ALL"
"Oh, but did"
"You wanted him to get here in
time to run in your place. see 1t
all now. You arranged it very clever
ly, but you will pay the penalty"
"You surely won't tell Helen?"
| 'This minute! You wretched, de-
ceitful mani"
Before he could say more, from the
front of the house came the rattle of
wheels, loud "Whoa!" then Jeans
voice, crying:
Culver! Cuiver!" while Mrs. Keap
clutched at her bosom and moaned.
Her companion bolted into the house
and down the hall, shouting the name
Of his roommate. Out through the
front door he dashed headlong, in time
to behold Fresno and the two girls
assisting the new arrival toward the
veranda. They were exclaiming in
pity, and had their arms about the ath
lete, for Culver Covington, Intercoue-
giate One-Hundred-Yard Champion.
was hobbling forward upon a pair of
crutches 80
The yell died in Speeds throat. he
felt himself grow deadly faint
Crippled" he gasped, and Leaned
against the door for support.