The Lamar register. [volume] (Lamar, Colo.) 1889-1952, 1913-08-06

asked accusingly.
The ideal" Miss Blake flushed
family.
IF you are. he has gone for a run
l dearly love to see him get up early
and run, he enjoys it So"
have been baking a cake" said
Helen, displaying the traces of hei
occupation upon her hands. arms. and
apron. while Fresno. at sight of the
blue apron tied at her throat and
waist. felt that he himself was at
dough in her hands. 81 had a dread
full time to make 1t RISE"
IF I were a cake / would rise at
your lightest word"
THE cook said 1t wouldn't be At to
eat" declared Helen.
Il should love to eat your cooking"
Once in while. perhaps. but not
every day."
Every day-always and always
You know what mean. Miss Blake
Helen!" The young man bent a Low
ers gaze upon his companion until
he detected her eyes fastened with
startled inquiry upon his toilet. Re
membering. he buttoned his coat, but
ran on. This is the first chance I've
had to see you alone since Speed ar
rived. There's something I want t6
ask you"
II know what 1t is" stammered
Helen. You want me to let you sing
again. Please do. I love mornins
music-and your voice is 30 tender"
Ife." said Berkeley, SIS one
sweet"
What IL going on here" demanded
q voice behind them. and Mrs. KeaI
came out upon the porch. eying the
pair suspiciously. It was evident that
she. like Fresno, had dressed hur
riedly.
Mr. Fresno IL going to sing to u.s.
explained the younger girl. quickly.
"Really?"
II am like the bird that greets thu
morn with song" laughed the tenor
awkwardly.
What are you going to sing7" de
manded the chaperon. still suspicious
ly.
''Dearie."
Don't you know any other songf'
"Oh. yes. but they are all sad"
I'm getting q tribe tired OF
'Dearie.' let's have one of the others
Mrs. Keap turned her eyes anxiously
toward the training-quarters, and II
was patent that she had not counted
upon this encounter. Noting her lack
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
trians. one a blond youth bundled
thickly in sweaters. the other q faf
man who rolled heavily. and paused
now and then to mop his purple face
Both were dripping as II from an i'm
mersion. while the air about the latter
vibrated with heat waves. They botf
stumbled as they walked, and 1t wal
only by the strongest effort of will
that they propelled themselves. Al
they neared the corner Of the big, low
lying ranch-house, already rejecting
the hot glare of the morning sun.
mans clear tenor voice came to them
'"rhe volley was fired at sunrise,
Just at the break OF day.
did you get that?" one of the two
exclaimed hoarsely. They're practic
ing death-march, and it's ours"
And as the echoes fingered,
His soul had passed away
That's you, Wallyl" wheezed the
trainer.
Into 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 ethyl" Fresno {.
greeted.
Glass tottered to the steps. Them
songs" he pulled, "'is bad for a man
when he's trainin'; they get him all
worked up"
"VVa bol