Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1913-03-06

w, Iu0y WOW Try W XIII you
They'll probably shoot You in the leg,
That's just - good, and its . hea,
easier to get away with"
Speed felt his knee-caps twitchine
"I've got i'll" said he ut last. "Il
run at night"
Slower hesitated thoughtfully.
II don't reckon you could do your
self Justice that-away, but you nigh
do your trainin' at daylight. TIL
Centipsde goes to work the same tim,
we do. and the chances IL your assas
sin won't miss his breakfast"
"Glsd! I'm do that!"
II sure admire your courage, but
you see anything suspicious, let us
know. Well git 'em," said Willie.
THANK YOU"
The two men went out, whereupon
Glass chartered:
"W-what did l tell you? It's
worse'n suicide to stick around this
farm. I'm going to blow"
Where are you going?'
New York. Let's beat it,"
"Never!" exclaimed the college
man. stubbornly. Wen hear from
Covington before long. Besides,
can't leave until I get some money
from home"
Let's walk"
Don't be foo;!"
Then I've got to have a drink
Glass started for the living-quarters
but at the door ducked quickly out OF
sight. "She's there!" he whispered
tragically. "she seen me, tool"
Mariedetta was squatting in the
shade opposite, her eyes fixed stolidly
upon the training-quarters.
"Then you've got to lay low till she
gives up" declared Wally. Were In
trouble enough as it Isl
For nearly an hour the partners dis.
cussed the situation while the Mexi
can maid retained her position; then
when Glass was on the verge Of max
ing desperate sally, Cloudy entered
silently. Although this had been an
unhappy morning for the trainer, here
at least was one person of whom he
had no fear, and his natural optim.
ism being again to the fort. he greeted
the Indian lightly.
well, how's the weather, Cloudy? ~
"Mr. Cloudy to you." said the other.
Both Glass and his protege stared 1t
was the first word the Indian had
uttered since their arrival. Lawrence
winked at his companion.
"All right, If you like it better.
How's the weather, Mister Cloudy?''
He snickered at his own joke. where
upon the aborigine turned upon him
slowly, and said, in perfect English:
"Your humor is misplaced with me.
Don't forget, Mr.. Glass, that the one
Yale football team you trained, I
dropped q goal on from the forty-fve.
yard line"
Glass allowed his mouth to open in
amazement. The day was replete
with surprises.
1881" he said. while the light of un.
derstanding came over him. You're
Observation-Disclosures
"Yes-Carlisle." Cloudy threw back
his head, and pointed with dignity to
the flag of his Alma Mater hanging
d
''By Jove. I remember thatl" az
claimed Speed.
$50 will Yale so long as she lives,'
predicted the Indian, grimly. "You
crippled me in the second half"-he
stirred his withered leg-"but l
dropped 1t on you: and-I have not
forgotten" He ground the last sen.
tence between his teeth.
See here, Bo-Mr. Cloudy. You
don't blame us for that?"
Cloudy grunted, and threw a yellow
envelope on the floor at Speeds feet.
There Is something for you," said
he, while his lips curled. He turned,
and limped silently to the door.
'And I tried to kid him!" breathed
Glass with disgust, when the visitor
had gone. II amt been in right since
Garfield was shot,
ITS a telegram from Covington!"
cried Speed, tearing open the mes.
sage. AT last!"
Thank the Lord!" Glass started
forward eagerly. when IL he be here:
Quick!" Then he paused. ]. Walling.
ford Speed had gone deathly pale, and
was Keeling slightly. whats wrong?"
The college man made uncertainty
for his bed. murmuring incoherently:
Tin sick! I'm sick, Larry!" He
fell Imply at full length, and groaned,
Call the race OFF,"
Glass snatched the missive from his
employers nerveless fingers, and read,
with bullying eyes, as follows:
u. Wallingford Speed, Flying Heart
Ranch, Kidder, N. NJ:
Don't tip off, Am in Jail Omaha.
Looks like ten days.
CULVER CovINGToN."
The trainer uttered a cry like that
of a wounded animal.
Call it OF. Larry" moaned the
Hope of the Flying Heart. 1--WE been
Poisoned. eh?" said the fat man.
Poisoned! Nix! Net
with mel" He walked firmly across
the room, flung back tho lid OF Speeds
athletic trunk, and began to paw
through it feverishly. One after an.
other he selected three heavy sweat.
ers. then laid strong hands upon his
protege and jerked him to his feet.
Sick, Ell? Here, get into thcse:"
What do you mean, Lawrence?. in.
luired his victim.
III you get sick, die" Glass
opened the first sweater, and half
hio nrofooo With ~ sIIvr