Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1913-03-21

OF stovors shoulders and
gyrating about the Dcho Phonogrsph
IN the midst oR . variance. He
kicked violently with hts spiked shoes.
whereat the foreman bucked like .
Wild horse under the spur and dropped
him. and he staggered out Of tAs
crowd. where . girl dew to him.
"oh. WAly,. she crisd. 7 knew you
could" He sank to the ground. and
she knelt beside him.
Skinner WAS propped against the
corral fence opposite, his face distort-
cd with suffering. and Gallagher was
rubbing his ankle.
"Taint bro1s, I reckon" said Gal
,laShsr. rising. Il wish TO hell It
vast. He stared disgustedly ct his
fallen champion. and added: We
don't want y'all for . cook NO more.
Skinner. You never was no good no
how. He turned 70 Helen and handed
her double handful Of bank-notes. a.
Berkeley Fresno buried his hands In
his pockets and walked away. Here's
your coin, miss. II ever you get an.
other hunch. let mo know. An here's
yours. Mr.. Speed; it's q weddin'-p pres
ient from the Centipede." He fetched
10 deep sigh. thank the Lord we'll
git somethin' 1t to eat from now ont"
Speed staggered to Skinner. who
was still nursing his injury, and held
out his hand, whereat the cook winked
his left eye grsvsly.
"The best man won," said Skinner.
"and say-there's . parson at Albu.
querQue." Then he groaned loudly,
and fell 70 massaging his foot.
There came nuttering BY his side.
and Miss BlakS's voice said to him.
with sweetness and with pity:
I'm 20 sorry you lost your posi-
ton. Mr.. Skinner. You're 2 splendid
irunnSf!s = -a-s. .-.-sF< 4
Viewer mind the Job, miss. rye got
something to remember it BY" He
pointed to . sash which lay beside
him. "The loser gets the ribbon.
miss" he explained calamity.
on to the right there came . new
outcry. and far across the level prairie
. strange sight was revealed to the
lbeholders. A fat man in white nan.
nels was doubling and lodging ahead
of two horsemen, and even from .
considerable distance It could plainly
beCjee that he was behaving with re-
variable agility for ono 80 heavy.
Repeatedly his pursuers headed him
Oh. but he rushed past them, seeming.
~ possessed by the blind sense Of d.
rection that guides the homing pigeon
or the salmon in its springtime run.
He was headed toward the east
'rWhy, it's Larry" calculated Speed.
And Cloudy and Carara."
"Wally. your man has lost his rea-
,son!" Chaplin called.
At that instant the watchers saw
the Mexican thunder down upon
Glass, his lariat swinging about his
head. Lazily the rope uncoiled and
Isettled over the fleeing figure. then.
amid cloud Of dust, Carara's horse
set itself upon its launches and the
iwhite.clad figure came to the end OF
Its fight. There was violent strug
gle, - II the cowbody had hooked q
Ileaping tuna, cactus plants and sage
brush were uprooted, then the pony
began to back away. always keeping
the lariat taut. But Glass was no
easy captive, as his threshing arms
and legs betrayed. and even when he
was dragged back to the scene Of the
race, painting. grimy, dishevelled. the
Irope still about his waist, he seemed
fobsessed by that wild insanity for
flight. He was drenched with perspi
iratiou. his collar was dangling, ono
end OF . suspender trailed behind him.