Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1913-05-15

We all has our pick. Speakin' per
sonal. I'm stuck on that baggage coach
song Of Mrs. More's."
Moray" Willie corrected. Mora,
Heleney Moray is the lady's name"
"Mebbe SO. Our foot-runner like,
that In1un war-dance best OF all" Ca.
rara smiled at Cloudy, who nodded
as II pleased by the compliment
Then 1t was that the Flying Hear,
spokesman made an inquiry In husbea
hesitating tones.
How do you like THE Holy Citv9 p.
he removed his hat. as did thos,
back OF him. "As sung by Madame
sella MelbyT
"Rotten!" Gallagher said promptly
That's a bum, for fair"
During one breathless instant the
wizened man stood as If disbellevina
his ears, the enormity of the insult
robbing him Of speech and motion
Then he uttered a snarl, and Stovei
was barely in time to intercept the
backward fling Of his cropping hand.
mo voylence, Willie! There's la
dies present"
Stovers captive ground his teeth
and struggled briefly, then turned and
made for the open prairie without Q
word.
TITS his first love-" said Slower, sim
ply. The other foreman exploded into
hoarse laughter, saying:
Il didn't reckon was treadin' or
the toes of no bereafed relatif's. but
them church tunes amt my style
However, we're wastin' time, gents
Where's that bunk-house? Nothin
but money talks loud enough for me tc
hear Good-day, white folks!" Gala
CHER saluted Miss Chaplin and hei
friends with flourish, and moved
away in company with the cowboys.
i never" said Glass, seen 80 many
tough guys outside Of street-cai
strike"
Gallagher has been in prison" Jean
informed him. He's a wonderful
shot"
81 knew It'll"
Speed spoke up brightly: 'Well
let's go back to the house and wal,
for Covington"
But you were getting ready to &c
running" said Helen.
mo more running for me! I'm liz
good enough shape, Ell, Larry?"
Great! Barring the one thing"
What's that?' Queried Fresno.
"A little trouble with one Of his
nerve-centers, that's all. But even II
1t got worse during the night, Coving
ton could run the race for him
The Californian started. At last al
was plain. He had doubted from the
first. now he was certain; but with un
Outstanding came also a menace tc
his own careful plans. If Covingtor
ran In Speeds place, how could he eff
feet his rivals exposure? On the wa,
back to the house he had to thinb
pretty rapidly.
Mrs. Keap was pacing the porch az
the others came up, and called Speed
aside; then, when they were alone
broke out, with blazing eyes:
You said you had stopped him!"
And I thought l had. I did nv
best"
But he's coming! He'll be here
any minuts!"
Il suppose he learned you were
here" Wally laughed.
Then you must have told him"
mo. didn't"
Mr.. Speed"-Roberta's cheeks wers
pallid and her voice trembled-"you"-
that telegram-at all"
oh. but l did,"
You wanted him to get here In
time to run in your place. I see II
all now. You arranged it very clever
ly, but you will pay the penalty"
You surely won't tell Helen?"
This minute! You wretched, de
ceitful mani"
Before he could say more, from the
front Of the house came the rattle o,
wheels, a loud Whoa" then Jeans
voice, crying:
Culver! Culver" while Mrs. Kear
clutched at her bosom and moaned.
Her companion bolted into the house
and down the hail. shouting the name
Of his roommate. Out through the
front door he dashed headlong. In time
to behold Fresno and the two girls
assisting the new arrival toward the
veranda. They were exclaiming In
pity, and had their arms about the ath
ete. for Culver Covington, Intercolle.
siate One-HundredYard Champion,
was hobbling forward lpon a pair of
,rutches.
The yell died in Speeds throat, he
'elt himself grow deadly faint.
"Crippled" he gasped. and leaned