Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1913-02-28

Miss Blake appeared on the gallery
; with her musical admirer at her ell
bow.
Eyes," said she. sweetly. you told
me all about the mayors daughter G
week ago." Then spying Speed and his
companion, che exclaimed: "Mr. Fres-
no has nne voice, hasn't he? He
sings with the Standard Glee Club"
Indeed"
"Sure!" The Native Son of the
Golden West shook I'd hammock
cushion Cor the girl. Tenor" said he,
sententiously.
"say no more" Speed remarked;
cts all right with us!"
Fresno looked up.
/ whats 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.
whats wrong with my rcnning?"
inquired Speed.
II can beat you!"
Larry Glass nudged his employer
openly, and seemed on the verge Of
hysteria. LET him CO." said he. Let
hin, go; he's funny"
Speed addressed Helen, with mag
unanimous smile:
Suppose We allow Free to sing this
foot race? Well pull It of in the
treble cleft"
"Oh, mean it," maintained the
tenor. stubbornly. II don't want to
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 a little. over
weight"
"Tll train down."
Perhaps II you wait until beat
this cook, I'll take you on
Glass broke out, in husky indigna'
ton: "sure! Get rep, Gull. get a
rep!" Then to his employer: Come
on, Wally, you've got to warm up"
He mounted the steps heavily with his
protege.
When they had gone. Miss Blake
clapped her hands.
"Tm 90 excited" she exclaimed.
"You see. it's all my doings! oh.
how I 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
a sprinter to me. I'm wager he
cant do hundred yards in fifteen
two"
'Fifteen-two' is cribbage," said
Miss Blake.
Fifteen and two-fifths seconds is
what mean"
"Is that fast?"
Fresno smiled, indulgently this
time. Jeans friend Covington can go
the distance in nine and four-fifths
seconds. He's real Splinter. think
this fellow is joke"
Indeed he is not! If Mr.. Covington
can run as fast as that, Mr.. Speed can
run faster. He told me So"
"Oh!" Fresno looked at her curious
ly. 1.-THE worlds record is nine and
three-ffths; that's the limit Of human
endurance"
II hope he doesn't injure himself"
breathed the girl. and the tenor wan
dered away. Disguised beyond meas
ure. When he was out Of hearing he
remarked, aloud:
"I'll bet he runs so slow we'll have
to wind q stop-watch on him. Any
how. think I'll find out something
more about this race"
Once In his room, Mr.. j. Walling-
ford Speed made search for writing
materials, while Larry Glass over
hauled trunk filled with athletic
clothing Of various descriptions. There
were running-suits, rowing.suits, base
ball and football suits, sweaters. jer-
seys. and bath robes-all Of which
were new and unstained. At the bot
tom Glass discovered . box full Of
bronze and ncar-gold enblems.
Here's your medals" said he.
Good! I'll wear them" .js
mix! You can't do that. Those
gals will get WISE" He selected one.
and read on the reverse side. Clerk
II the course" another was engraved
Starter" All were official badges o.
some sort or other. "You always were
strong on the Reception Committee
stun. There's six Of them" said he.
Speed pointed to the bureau.
"Try a nail.fle. See II you can't
scratch on the lettering. How's this?"
He read what he had written for the
wire. "'Culver Covington. and 80
forth. Come quick. First train. Ma
tive Son making love to Jean.-Wally.'
Ten words. and it tells the whole
story. I can hardly explain why I
want him. can 1? He expects TO stop
or in Omaha for day or two. but
he'll be under way in an hour after
he gets this. hate to spoil his little
visit, but he can take that IN on his
way home. Now I'll ring for some
body. and have this taken over 70 the
station BY the first wagon"
''say, you better scratch this HfsG-
no." said Larry.
'Why?"
Hes hep to you"
'Nonsense!"
Glass looked up at sound, to dis.
cover Mariedetta. the Mexican maid.
Who had come In answer to Speeds
call.
I'm the doorway" the trainer said