The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1913-05-28

snatched II. Give me that cigarettei"
I've had enough of this foolish
ness" wally stormed. you are dis
charged"
Il wish was"
You arei"
"Noti"
81 say you are fredi" Glass stared
at him. "Oh, I mean i'll I won't be
bullied."
Very we'll" Glass rose ponderous-
ly. "I'll wise up that queen of yours,
Mr.. Speed
You aren't going to talk to Miss
Blake? Waltz" Speed wilted miser-
ably. "She mustn't know. IL hire
you over again"
Suit yourself"
you see, don't you? My love for
Helen is the only serious thing ever
experienced" said the boy. "I-can't
lose her. You've got to help me out"
And so IL was agreed.
That evening, when the clock
struck nine, J. Wallingford Speed was
ready and willing to drag himself off
to bed, in spite of the knowledge that
Fresno was waiting to take his place
in the hammock. He was racked by
a thousand pains, his muscles we're
sore, his back lame. lie was con-
sumed by thirst which Glass stoutly
refused to let him quench, and pos
sessed by a fearful longing for a
smoke. When he dozed off, regard
less of the snores from the bunk
house adjoining, Berkeley Fresno's
musical tenor was sounding in his
ears.
1t seemed to Speed that he had
barely closed his eyes when he felt
a rough hand shaking him, and heard
his trainers voice calling, in half
whisper: Come on, Gull! Get up!"
When he turned over it was only
to be shaken into complete wakeful-
ness.
Hurry up, it's daylight"
"Where?"
Come, now, you got to run five
miles before breakfast"
Speed sat up with a groan. "Tf /
run five miles," he said, 81 won't want
any breakfast" and he laid himself
down again gratefully-he was very
sore-whereat his companion fairly
dragged him out of bed. AS yet the
room was black, although the windows
were grayed by the first faint streaks
Of dawn. From the adjoining room
came. a chorus of distress: shores of
every size, volume, and degree of in
tensity, from the last narrowing gasp
of strangulation to the bold trumpet
ings of a bull moose. There were
long-drawn signs, groans of torture.
rumbling blasts. Speed shuddered
They sound like troop of trained
sea-lions," he said.
Don't wake 'em up. Here!" Glass
yawned widely, and tossed a bundle of
sweaters at his companion.
ugh! These clothes are all wet
and cold, and-it feels like blood"
"Nothin' but the mornin' dew"
It's perspiration."
well, a little sweat won't hurt you"
NASTY word" Speed yawned in
turn. Precipitation! / can't wear wet
Clothes" and would have crept back
into his bed.
This time Glass deposited him upon
a stool beside the table, and then
lighted a candle, by the sickly glare
of which he selected pair of running
shoes.
why didn't you leave me alone?"
grumbled the younger man. "The
only pleasure get is in sleep-I for
get things then"
YES" retorted the former, sarcas-
tically, "and you also seem to forget
that these are our last days among
the living. Saturday the big thing
comes off,"
Forget! l dreamed about it," The
boy sighed heavily. 1t was the hour
in which hope. reaches its lowest ebb
and vitality is weakest. He was very
cold and very miserable.
you amt got no edge on me-" the
other acknowledged, mournfully. "I'm
too young to die, and that's bet"
Suddenly the pandemonium in the
bunk-house was pierced by the bra
zen jangle Of an alarm-clock, whereat
a sleepy voice cried:
CLOUDY, kill that - clock!"
"The Indian uttered some indistin-
guishable epithet, and the next instant
there came a crash as the offending
timepiece was hurled violently against
the wall
In silence Glass showed his unsteady
victim ahead of him out into the dawn.
In the east the sun was rising amid
a riotous splendor. At any other time,
under any other circumstances, Speed
could not have restrained his admira-
ton, for the whole world was a glori-
Gus span king panoply of color. But
to the st n and wearied Eastern lad 1t
was all cruelty hooking. When he
halted ,istlessly to view its beauties
he was goaded forward. ever forward,
a., O.. R..a