The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1913-05-01

II know what 1t u.s." stammeret
Helen. you want me to let you sin,
again. Please do. love mornin,
music-and your voice is SO tender.
Life" said Berkeley, lis On,
sweet"
What is going on here?" demanded
a voice behind them, and Mrs. Kea]
came out upon the porch, eying tn,
pair suspiciously. 1t was evident tba
she, like Fresno. had dressed hur
riedly.
"Mr. Fresno is going to sing to US,
explained the younger girl, quickly.
Really"
Il am like the bird that greets tn.
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 trifie tired Of
'Dearie,' let's have one of the others.
Mrs. Keap turned her eyes anxiously
toward the training-quarters, and il
was patent that she had not counted
upon this encounter. Noting her lacl
of ease, Fresno said hopefully:
"If you are going for a walk, III
sing for you at some other time"
"Is 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 it was
only by the strongest effort of will!
they neafed the corner of the big, low
lying ranch-house, already rejecting
the hot glare of the morning sun, 8
mans clear tenor voice came to them
'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 a death.march, and it's ours"
And as the echoes fingered,
His soul had passed away"
That's you, Wally!" wheezed the
trainer.
Unto 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.
oh, 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 pulled, "is bad for a man
when he's trainin'; they get him ali
worked up" III
We had no idea you would be back
80 soon," apologized Helen.
"Soon!" Speed measured the dis.
lance to a wicker chair, gave it up,
and sank beside his trainer. 1--WE left
Yesterday! We've run miles and miles
and miles!" 1855 49,.
you can't be in very good shape"
the singer.
ooh, is that 500" Glass retorted. 81,
Jay he's great. He got my goat-and
IN some runner"
And I'd be obliged to you il you'd
ut out those deeply appealing songs"
speed glowered at his rival.
It was Helen who fastened to
smooth things.
Its all my fault. l asked Mr.. Fres-
10 to sing something new"
Bah! That was written by VIII
lam Cromwell"
mo more of them battle-hymns,"
ilass ordered. "They don't do Mr..
speed no good"
All want il drink" painted that ]
outhful athlete, and Helen rose quick
7, saying that she would bring ice,
'ater.
"But the trainer barked sharply: \
Nix! I've told you that twenty
mes, Wally. 1t II put hob-nails In
our liver" He rose with difficulty,
waying upon his feet, and where he
ad sat was large, irregular shaped,
weat-dampened area. Come on!
ont get chilled"
I'D give twenty dollars for q good
hill" exclaimed the overheated col
sge man longingly.
Il would hike to see you q moment,
fr. Speed" Roberta rose from the
ooh, and I've forgotten my" Helen
hecked her words with a startled
lance toward the kitchen. ct will
e burned to crisp" She fastened
nuur tho nnroh e-rr--.