Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1913-05-22

me of FIRST. It's u pipe"
But, Wally, you can't run"
Don't know it?'
''Dobt ~ seconded the trainer.
Then Why attempt the impossible'
Call the race or"
cts tco late. Don't you under stand?
The bets are made, and it's pay or
play The cowboys have mortgaged
their souls on me-
He was maxim play for that little
doll"
Don't yoc call Miss Blake doll,
Larry! won't stand for it!'
We'll. skirt then"
why don't you cut il? There's q
:Fain East at midnight"
And leave Helen--like that? HeF
faith In me has weakened already;
she'd hate me If did that. No! I've
got 10 face It o1t!'
They'll he singin hymns for both
OF u.s." predicted tho fat man.
20 don't care. They can boil me in
oil won't let her think I'm a COW.
ard"
Larry doesn't have 70 stay"
"Of course not. He can escape"
Not chance" said The trainer.
They watch me closer n they do
him
Covngton considered for moment.
ut certainly looks bad, but perhaps
the other fellow can't run either. Who
is he?"
"A cook named Skinner"
Happy name! Well, two.thirds OF
a sprint is in the start. How does
Wally get in motion, Lawrence?"
Like a sacred OK" Glass could not
conceal his contempt.
"Ill give him some pointers; it will
all help" But Speed was nervous
and awkward-so awkward. in fact,
that the coach finally gave it up as a
bad job. saying:
feet"
81 have Ell? Well, didn't break
them getting out Of Jail"
"The less said about that Jail the
better. I'm in trouble myself"
Speed might have explained that his
chum's dilemma was by no means so
serious as he imagined had not
Waterman Willie thrust his head
through the open window at that mo.
Hent with the remark:
Time to get busy!"
We'll be right with you!" Glass
seized his protege by the arm and bore
him away, muttering: Stick it out,
brother, we're nearin' the end"
Again Speed donned his running-sui
and took to the road for his farewell
practice. Again Willie followed at a
distance on horseback, watching the
hills warily. But all hope had fed
from the Yale man now, and he re-
turned to his training-quarters dis
heartened, resigned.
He was not resigned. however, to
the visit he received later from Miss
Helen Blake. That young lady rushed
in upon him like a miniature cyclone,
sweeping him off his feet by the fury
of her denunciation, allowing him no
opportunity to speak, until, with o
half-sob, she demanded
"Why-why did you deceive me?"
II love you!" Wally said, as il no
further explanation were necessary.
That explains nothing. You made
sport of me! You couldn't love me
and do that"
"Helen!"
thought you were SO fine, 80
strong, but you lied-yes, that is what
you did. You fibbed to me the first
day met you. and you've been fibbing
ever since, | could never. never care
for a man who would do that"
Who has told you these things?"
Roberta, for one. She opened my
eyes to yOur-baseness
We'll, Roberta has a grudge against
my eek. She's engaged 20 al. the men
she hasn't already married Marriage
is a habit with her. 1t has made her
suspicious"
"3ut you did deceive me, didn't you
viii you marry me?" asked J. Wal.
lingford Speed.
THE ideal" Miss Blake gaspeG.
"Will you?"
Please don't speak TINT way. When
man cares for a woman, he doesn't
deceive her-he tells her everything
You told me you were a great runner
and believed you. I'll never believe
you again. or course, / shall behave
to you IN perfectly friendly manner
but underneath the surface shall be
consumed with indignation" Misi
Blake commenced to be consumed
See! You don't acknowledge your
perfdy even now"
Whats the use? II / said I couldn't
run, and then beat the cook, you'd be
leve l deceived you again. And sup
pose that ! can't beat him?"
Then l shall know they have toic
me the truth"
"And If. on the other hand. ! shoul6
win"-Miss Blake's eyes fell-"Helen
would you marry me?" Speed started
toward her, but she had fed out into
the twilight,
Dusk was settling over stretches OF
purple land, and already the room wac
peopled by shadows. Work was over;
there were sounds Of cheerful prepare
lions for supper; from the house came
faint chords of laughter.
1t was the hush that precedos the
evening as 1t does the dawn: the hour
OF reverie, In winch all music Is sweet,
and forgotten faces arise to haunt
Speed stood where the girl had left
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