New Ulm review., 1913-04-16

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way feel now. think I'll choose mar
riags. But you. must help"
Leave It to me, Bo!"
From inside the house came the
strains Of Dearie, sung IN Z sympa,
thetic tenor. and upon the conclusion
Berkeley Fresno's voice inquiring:
"Miss Blake, did I ever tell you
about the time sang Dearie to the
mayors daughter IN WallA Walla?"
Miss Blake appeared on the gallery
with her musical admirer at her el
bow.
eyes," said she, sweetly. s'You told
me al about the mayors daughter .
week ago" Then spying Speed and hi.
companion, she exclaimed: "Mr. Fres
NO has ines voice. hasn't hes He
sings with the Standard Glee Club"
Indeed"
"Sure!" The Native Son OF ths
Golden West shook up hammock
cushion for the girl. '"Tenor!" said he
sententiously.
"say no more" Speed remarked:
"it's all right with u.s."
Fresno looked up.
What's wrong with my singing?"
ooh, I've just told the girls that
you're going to run that foot race
Helen interposed, hurriedly, at which
Fresno exploded. aEg
What's wrong with my, running?'
inquired speed.s~
Il can beat you!'
Larry Glass nudged his employer
openly, and seemed on the verge OF
hysteria. LET him co. said he. "Let
him go; he's funny"
Speed addressed Helen, with . mag.
unanimous smile:
Suppose we allow Frez to sing this
foot race? Well pull it of in the
treble cleft"
'Oh, l mean it!" maintained the
tenor, stubbornly. IT don't want tc
run Skinner, the cook. but I'll run you
to see who does meet him"
Speed shrugged his shoulders indul
gently. /.
''I.m afraid you're ! little over
weight
"Ill train down"
: Perhaps If you wait until beat
this cook. III take you on"
Glass broke out. in husky indigna
ton: 'Sure! Get . rep. Gull, get .
rep!" Then to his employer: Come
on, Wally. you've got to warm up"
He mounted the steps heavily with his
prote9e.
When they had gone, Miss Blake
clapped her hands.
.I'm go excited" she exclaimed.
"You see. it's all my doings! oh,
how adore athletes!"
''Most young girls do Fresno smil.
ed, sourly. my taste runs more to
music" After moments meditation,
he observed: Speed doesn't look like
! sprinter to me. I'M wager he
cant do a hundred yards in fifteen.
two j. !
'F1fteen-two' is cribbage," said
Miss Blake
Fifteen and two-tifths seconds is
what mean"
SIS that fast!''
Fresno smiled, indulsently this
time. Jeans friend Covington can &c
the distance in nine and four-fifthe
seconds. He's q real sprinter. think
this fellow is a Joke
Indeed he is not! II Mr. Covington
can run as fast as that, Mr.. Speed can
run faster. He told me So"
Obi" Fresno looked at her curious.
~: The worlds record is nine and
three-ffths; that's the limit of human
II hope he doesn't injure himself"
breathed the girl. and the tenor wan. !
1ered away, disgusted beyond meas
lre. When he was out of hearing he
aloud:
I'll bet he runs so slow we'll have
o wind stop-watch on him. Any.
low, think I'll find out something |
more about this race"
Once in his room, Mr.. j. Walling
ord Speed made search for writing
materials, while Larry Glass over.
lauled a trunk filled with athletic
lothing of various descriptions. There
we're running-suits, rowing.suits, base.
all and football suits, sweaters, jer.
eys, and bath robes-all of which
Fere new and unstained. At the bot.
om Glass discovered a box full of
ronze and neargold emblems.
Here's your medals" said ho