The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1913-04-24

That evening, when the clock
struck nine, J. Wallingford Speed was
ready and willing to drag himself off
to bed, in spite of the knowledge that
Fresno was waiting to take his place
In the hammock. He was racked by
q thousand pains, his muscles were
sore, his back lame. He was con-
sumed by thirst which Glass stoutly
refused to let him quench, and pos
sessed by fearful longing for a
smoke. When he dozed off, regard
less of the SHORES from the bunk
house adjoining. Berkeley Fresno's
musical tenor was sounding in his
ears.
1t seemed to Speed that he had
barely closed his eyes when he felt
a rough hand shaking him, and heard
his trainers voice calling, in half
whisper: Come On, Gull! Get up!"
When he turned over it was only
to be shaken into complete wakeful
ness.
Hurry up, it's daylight"
"Where?"
miles before breakfast"
Speed sat up with a sroan. IF
run five miles," he said, 81 won't want
any breakfast" and he laid himself
down again gratefully-he was very
sore-whereat his companion fairly
dragged him eat of bed. As vet the
room was black, although the windows
bHrf he Ro4~
of dawn. From the adjoining room
came a chorus of distress: snores of
every size, volume, and degree of in
tensity, from the last narrowing gasp
of strangulation to the bold trumpet.
fngs of bull moose. There were
long-drawn signs. groans of torture,
rumbling blasts. Speed shuddered.
They sound like a troop of trained
sea-lions," he said.
Don't wake 'em up. Here!" Glass
yawned widely, and tossed bundle OF
sweaters at his companion.
Ugh! These clothes are all wet
and cold, and-it feels like blood"
"Nothin' but the mornin' dew"
It's perspiration."
"Well, a little sweat won't hurt YOU"
NASTY word" Speed yawneI in
turn. Precipitation! l can't wear wet
Clothes" cid would have crept back
into his bed
This time Glass deposited him upon
a stool beside the table, and then
lighted candle, by the sickly glare
of which he selected a pair of running
Shoes
why didn't you leave me alone?"
grumbled the younger man. THE
only pleasure l get is in sleep| for.
get things then"
"Yes," retorted the former, sarcas.
tically, land you also seem to forget
that these are our last days among
the living. Saturday the big thing
comes off,
Forget! I dreamed about it," The
boy sighed heavily. 1t was the hour
in which hope reaches it's lowest ebh
and vitality is weakest He was very
cold and very miserable.
You amt got no edge on me-" the
other acknowledged, mcurnfully. I'm
wv yOuHS " Vic, dHu LudL d peI
Suddenly the pandemonium in the
clubhouse yas pierced by the Bro
zen Jangle of an alarm-clock, whereat
a sleepy voice cried:
CLOUDY, kill that -- clock!"
THE Indian uttered some indistin-
guishable epithet, and the next instant
there came a crash as the offending
timepiece was hurled violently against
the wall
In silence Glass showed his unsteady
victim ahead of him out into the dawn.
In the east the sun was rising amid
a riotous splendor At any other time,
under any other circumstances, Speed
could not have restrained his admira-
ton, for the whole world was a glori-
GUS sparkling panoply of color But
to the stiff and wearied Eastern lad it
was all cruelty mocking. When he
halted listlessly to view it's beauties
he was goaded forward, ever forward,
faster and faster, until finally, amid
protests and signs and complaining
joints, he broke into heavy, flat-foot-
ed jog-trot that jolted the artistic
sense entirely out of him.