The Blackfoot optimist. [volume] (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1907-1918, 1913-09-11
oh. are Won an athlete ?"

"Oh, are you an athlete""
mo, but l timed a foot-race once.
They gave me beautiful nearly.
bronze emblem so that l could get in.
to the infield."
And did you VIM"
mo! no! l didn't run! Don't you
understand? / was an official" Fresno
was vexed at the girls lack of percep
ton. I'm not an athlete, Miss Blake,
I'm just an ordinary sort of chap" He
led her to seat, while Jean enlisted
the aid Of Larry Glass and completed
the finishing touches to the decora.
tons. Athletics don't do fellow any
good after he leaves college. I'm 60
ing into business this fall. Have you
ever been to California;" Miss Blake
admitted that she had never been so
far, and Fresno launched himself upon
a glowing description of his native
state; but before he could shape the
conversation to a point where his
hearer might perchance express de-
sire to see its wonders, Still Bill Sto.
yer thrust his head cautiously through
the door to the bunk-house, and al.
lowed an admiring eye to rove over
the transformation.
Looks like a bazaar!" he exclaimed.
What the idea?"
''Trainin' quarters" said Glass.
"Mr. Speed goin' to live here?" in.
CURED the foreman, bringing the re-
mainder Of his lanky body into view.
mo. indeed" Jean corrected, ''he
will merely use this room to train in. 4"
"How do you train in q room?"
Slower asked her.
why, you-just train, suppose"
Miss Chaplin turned to Glass. How
does q person train in room?"
"Why, he-just trains, that's all. A
guy can't train without trainin' quar-.
ters, can he?"
I'VE thought It would make a nice
gymnasium" offered Miss Blake.
Looks like business" Stover's ad-
miration was keen. II rode over to
Gallagher's place last night and laid
our bets"
How much have you wagered1"
asked Fresno.
"More'n we can afford to lose."
"But you aren't going to lose," Miss
Blake said, enthusiastically.
Il got Gallagher to play some rec
ords for me-
"'S!las on Fifth Avenues"
Sure! And The Holy City, too!
Willie stayed out by the barb-wire
fence: he didn't dast to go in. When l
come out l found him ready to cry.
That desperate has sure got the heart
Of woman. l reckon he'd commit
murder for that phonograph-he's 80
full of sentiment"
Fresno spoke alphabetically.
tits a fortunate thing for you fell
lows that Speed came when he did.
I'm anxious for him to beat this cook.
and l hate to see him SO careless with
his training"
"Careless!" cried Helen.
whats he done?" inquired Slower.
Nothing. 80 far. That's the trouble.
He's sure he can win. but"-Fresno
shook his head, doubtfully-"there's
such thing as overconfidence. No
matter how good a man may be. he
should take care of himself"
WudI D WIOuS VIII HIS tIAAuIu
demanded Glass.
Il think he ought to have more rest.
It's too noisy around the house; he
can't get enough Sleep"
"Nor anybody ,else," agreed Glass,
meaningly; there's too much singin'."
That's funny" said Slower. Music
soothes me. no matter how bad It ia.
Last night when we come back from
the Centipede Mr.. Fresno was singin'
'Dearie.' but dozed right OF in the
middle of it. An it's the same way
with cattle. They like 1t. It's part
Of a mans duty when he's night-ridin
q herd to pizen the atmosphere with
melody"
I'VE can't afford to spoil Speeds
chances" argued the young man
There is too much at stake. Am
right, Mr. Glass?"
Now, like most fat men, Lawrence
Glass was fond of his rest. and since
his arrival at the Flying Heart hit
sleeping-hours had been shortened con
siderably. 80 for once he agreed with
the Californian.
mo question about it." said he
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