The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1913-06-25

Again Speed donned his running-suit
and took 70 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 a
half-sob, she demanded: ~
"Why-why did you deceive me?'
81 love you'll" wally said, as IL no
further explanation were necessary.
THAT explains nothing. You made
sport of mel You couldn't love me
and do thatl"
"Helen!"
Il thought you were so fine. so
strong, but you lied-yes, that is what
you did! You fibbed to me the first
day met you, and you've been ibbing
ever since. | could never, never care
Cor 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 sex. She's engaged to all the men
she hasn't already married Marriage
is habit with her. II has made her
suspicious"
But you did deceive me, didn't you"
"Will you marry me?" asked ]. Wal
lingford Speed.
"The ideal" Miss Blake gasped.
will your"
please don't speak that way. When
a man cares for a woman, he doesn't
deceive her-he tells her everything.
You told me you we're a great runner,
and l believed you. I'll never believe
you again. OF course, / shall behave
to you in perfectly friendly manner,
but underneath the surface shall be
consumed with indignation" Miss
Blake commenced to be consumed.
See! You don't acknowledge your
perfidy even now"
What's the use? If said | couldn't
run, and then beat the cook, you'd be-
lieve / deceived you again. And sup
pose that / can't beat him?"
Then / shall know they have told
me the truth"
"And If, on the other hand, l should
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 was
peopled by shadows. Work was over;
there were sounds of cheerful prepare
tons for supper; from the house came
faint chords of laughter.
1t was the hush that precedes the
evening as it does the dawn; the hour
Or reverie, in which all music is sweet, !
and forgotten faces arise to haunt.
Speed stood where the girl had left |
him, miserable, hopeless, helpless. And |
certainly his love was lost He had |
stayed on in the stubborn supersti-
tious belief that something would |
surely happen to relieve him from his
observation-disclosures had never failed
him beforehand instead, every day, |
every incident, had served to involve
him deeper. Now she knew! 1t was
her golden heart that had held her
true thus far, but could any devotion
survive the sight of humiliation such
as he would suffer on the morrow? AL
ready he heard the triumphant jeers
Of the Centipede henchmen, the angry
clamor of the Flying Heart, the mock
ing laughter of his rival.
He groaned aloud. Forsooth,
broken toe! OF all the countless tens