Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1913-05-08

Helen!" The young man bent a low
ers gaze upon his companion until
he detected her eyes fastened with
startled inquiry upon his toilet. Re-
Numbering, he buttoned his coat, but
ran on. This is the first chance I've
had to see you alone since Speed ar
rived. There's something l want to
ask you"
Il know what it is" stammered
Helen. you want me to let you sing
again. Please do. l love morning
music-and your voice is so tender. q"
Life" said Berkeley, "is one
sweet"
What is going on here?" demanded
a voice behind them, and Mrs. Keap
came out upon the porch, eying the
pair suspiciously. 1t was evident that
she, like Fresno, had dressed hur
riedly.
"Mr. Fresno is going to sing to US, .
explained the younger girl, quickly.
"Really?"
81 am like the bird that greets the
morn with song" laughed the tenor
awkwardly.
What are you going to sing" de-
manded the chaperon, still suspicious.
ly.
"Dearie."
| Don't you know any other song?'
"Oh, yes, but they are all sad"
I'm getting trife tired OF
'Dearie, let's have one of the others. =
Mrs. Keap turned her eyes anxiously
toward the trainNg-quarters, and il
was patent that she had not counted
upon this encounter. Noting her lack
Of ease, Fresno said hopefully:
IF you are going for a walk, III
sing for you at some other time"
Us Mr.. Speed up YETI"
up and gone. He'll be back soon. "
( Then Mrs. Keap sank into the ham.
mock, and with something like resig.
nation, said:
Proceed with the song"
! Along the road toward the ranch
buildings plodded two dusty pedes.
TRANS, one a blond youth bundled
thickly in sweaters, the other a fat
man who rolled heavily, and paused
now and then to mop his purple face
Both were dripping as if from an i'm
mersion, while the air about the latter
vibrated with heat waves. They both
stumbled as they walked, and 1t was
only by the strongest effort of viii,
that they propelled themselves. A,
they neared the corner of the big, low
/ lying ranch-house, already reflectins
the hot glare of the morning sun, 9
mans clear tenor voice came to them
1.-THE volley was fired at sunrise,
Just at the break of day
Did you get that?" one Of the two
exclaimed hoarsely. They're practio
ing death-march, and it's ours"
And as the echoes fingered,
His soul had passed away"
That's you, Wally!" wheezed the
trainer.
Into the arms of his Maker.
There to learn his fate"-
Here, what are you singing about %
angrily protested Speed. as he round.
ed into view.
ooh, it's Mr.. Speed!"
"Good-morning!" chorused Helen
and the chaperon.
Welcome to our city!" Fresno
greeted.
Glass tottered to the steps. Them
songs" he puffed, '1s bad for a man
when he's trainin'; they get him all
worked up"
We had no idea you would be back
SO soon," apologized Helen.
Soon" Speed measured the dis.
lance to wicker chair, gave it up.
and sank beside his trainer. 1--WE left
yesterday! We've run miles and miles
and miles!"
You can't be In very good shape"
volunteered the singer.
"Oh. is that so?" Glass retorted. 81
say he's great. He got my goat-and
I'm some runner"
And I'd be obliged to you II you'd
cut out those deeply appealing songs. :"
Speed glowered at his rival.
1t was Helen who fastened to
smooth things.
It's all my fault. l asked Mr.. Fres.
no to sing something new"
Bah! That was written BY VIII
liam Cromwell"
No more Of them battlehymns. I"
Glass ordered. "They don't do Mr..
Speed no good"
All want Is a drink" painted that
youthful athlete, and Helen rose quick
ly, saying that she would bring ioe-
water.
But the trainer barlsed sharply:
Nix! I've told you that twenty
times, Wally. II II put hob-nails in
your liver" He rose with difficulty,
swaying upon his feet, and where he
had sat was a large, irregular shaped,
sweat.dampened area. Come oni
Don't get chilled"
I'd give twenty dollars for q good
chilli" exclaimed the overheated col.
lege man longingly.
Il would nike to see you q moment.
Mr. Speed" Roberta rose from tho
hammock.
"oh. and I've forgotten my" Helen
checked her words with . startled