The Lamar register., 1913-07-09


player?"
$50 I've heard"
do you know" unused Helen, Il
have never forgotten what you told
ne that first day we met. About your
friendship for Mr.. Covington l think
It is very unselflsh of you"
"Oh, wouldn't say that" ventured
he young man, vainly racking his
brain. Nobody could help liking Cul-
yer"
yes; but how many men VIC nd
rtep aside and let their best friend win
prize after prize and never undertake
to compete against him."
Speed blushed family. as any mod
est man might have done.
Ibid [ tell you that?" he inquired.
Indeed you did"
Then please don't speak of 1t to
Mortal soul. I must have said a great
ieal that first day. but"
"But I have spoken of 1t. and I said
thought 1t was fine Of YOU"
+ you have spoken Of it,"
Yes; l told Jean"
The Yale man undertook to change
he conversation abruptly. but Miss
slake was a determined young lady.
She continued:
"Of course. 1t was very magnanim-
Jus of you to always step aside in
'avor of your best friend; but it isn't
,air to yourself-it really isn't. And
30 l have arranged little plan where
by you can do something to prove
your prowess. and still not interfere
with Mr.. Covington in the least"
Speed cleared his throat nervously.
Tell me-" he said. "what 1t is"
And Miss Blake told him the story
Of the shocking treachery Of Humpy
Joe, together with the miserable I'M
doing of the Flying Heart. why.
those poor fellows are broken-heart-
3D." she concluded. Their despair
over losing that talking-machine
would be II 1t were not SO tragic.
told them you would win 1t back for
them. And you will. won't you?
Pleased" She turned her blue eyes
upon him appealingly. and the young
man was lost.
I'll take ten chances" he said.
where does the rattle come orr"
~Oh, 1t isn't a rattle. it's foot-race.
You must run with that Centipede
cook"
81! Run a race!" exclaimed the
young college man, aghast.
yes. I've promised that you would.
You see. this isn't like college event.
and Culver isn't here yet"
But he'll be here in a day or So"
Speed felt as II a very large man were
choking him; he decided his collar
was too tight.
"Oh. I've talked 1t all over with
Jean. She doesn't want Culver to
run. anyhow"
why not?" inquired he, suspicious
ly.
Il don't know. I'm sure"
eff Miss Chaplin doesn't want Culver
to run, you surely wouldn't want me
to-"
mot at all. If Mr.. Covington knew
the facts of the case, he would be
only too happy to do 1t. And. you
see, you know the facts"
Speed was about TO shape gracious
but firm refusal of the proffered honor
when Still Bill Slower appeared at the
steps, doffed his faded Stetson, and
bowed Imply.
"Mornin', Miss Blake" To the rear
Speed saw three other men-an In
dian, tall, swart, and saturnine, who
walked with a limp; picturesque
Mexican with a spangled hat and Sill
yer spurs, evidently the captor Of
Lawrence Glass on the evening previ-
GUS; and an understood little man
with thick-rimmed spectacles and a
heavy-hanging holster from which
peeped a gun-butt. All were smiling
pleasantly. and seemed a bit abashed
Good morning, Mr.. Slower" said
Helen, pleasantly. This is Mr.. Speed,
OF whom ] spoke to you yesterday"
Slower bowed again and mumbled
something about the honor of this
meeting, and Miss Blake cast her
eyes over the other members Of the
group. saying. graciously: I'm afraid
I can't introduce your friends; I
haven't met them"
The loquacious foreman came
promptly to the rescue. rejoicing in an
opportunity of displaying his orator.
cal gifts.
Then I'll make you acquainted
with the best brandin' outfit in these
parts" He waved a long, bony arm
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