The Madisonian. (Richmond, Ky.) 1913-1914, 1913-09-16
CHATTER x.-continued.

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We are ready" called Jean gayly.
What in the world" Helen
paused at sight of the swathed figure.
Are you cold, Mr.. Speed?"
Climb on your horses and get
start" painted the burly trainer; hes
goin' to race you ten miles"
'Tn going to do nothing of the
sort. I'm going to-"
But Glass jerked him violently, cry
ing:
And no tsllkin' to gals, neither.
You're trainin'. Now, get a novel"
Speed halted stubbornly.
Hit her up, Wally! G''wan, now
faster! No loafing, 30, or Ia wallop
you!" Nor did he cease until they
both paused from exhaustion. Even
then he would not allow his charge to
do more than regain his breath be
fore urging him onward.
~See here" Wally stormed at last,
what's the use? 1 can't
What's the use? That's the use!"
Glass pointed to the north, where
lone horseman was watching them
from a knoll. "D'you know who that
is?
The rider was small and stoop-
shCu.dered.
'Williei"
That's who"
He's following us!"
With knees trembling beneath him
Speed logged feebly on down the road,
Glass putting at his heels.
When, after covering five miles,
they finally returned to the Flying
Heart, 1T was with difficulty that they
could drag ore foot after an0ther.
Wally Speed was drenched with per
spiration, and Glass resembled moth
ing so much as steaming pudding;
rivulets of sweat ran down his neck,
his face was purple, his lips swollen.
"Y-youn have--to run alone-this
afternoon" painted the tormentor
This afternoon? Haven't / run
enough for-one day2" the victim
pleaded. "Glass, old man, I'm all
IN, l tell you; I'm ready to die"
Got tory of some rnore-ieaf-
lard" declared the trainer with vul-
garity. He Numbered into the cook
house. radiating heat waves, putting
like a electromagnetic, while his COM
panfon staggered to the gymnasium,
and sank Into q chair. A moment
aater he appeared with two bottles of
beer. one glued to his lips. Both were
evidently ice cold, Judging from the
aOg that covered them.
Speed rose with a cry.
'GSeel That looks good!"
Bart the other, thrusting him aside
without removing the neck of the
hottle from his lips. .gurgled:
mo boese. Wally. You're trainin!''
~Esut I'm thirsty!. shouted the ath-
yeAe, laying hands upon the full bottle,
and trying to wrench It free.
Have a little sense. II you're
thirsty hit the sink" Glass still main
tained his held, mumbling indistinct-
iy: Waters the worst thing in the
world Wait! I'll get you aome."
He stepped into the bnnk-room, to
return an instant later with cup half
full. Rinse out your mouth, and
don't swallow 1t al"
IAN. There isn't that much. Ugh!
It's Iukewarm. i want backet OF
dce-wster-4ee-water.p
Nothing doingi I won't stand TO
have your epfctetus chilled"
My what?z
Never mind now. on with them
, clothes, and get under that shower. 1
guess it'll fees pretty good to-day.
Speed obeyed Instructions sullenly,
while his trainer, reclining in the
c035-corner, uneOrked the second
poufe. From behind the blanket cur
tains where the barrel stood. the for
mer demanded:
What did you mean by saving I'd
have to run again this afternoon %
"Startsf" said Glass shortly
s Starts"
FAST work. We been loafins so
~; you got to sat some ginger
Ratsi WhatH the user"