The Lamar register. [volume] (Lamar, Colo.) 1889-1952, 1913-07-09
"You're a True Sport"

ly crippled or the eve of the race. It
= Going 10 !. eak my heart. Under.
stand! am going to be 30 desperate
ly disappointed that I'll have to choose
between suicide and marriage. Tho
way feel now, think I'll choose mar.
rage. But you must help"
Leave 1t to me. Boz"
From inside the house came the
strains Of Dearie. sung in sympa-
thetic tenor and upon the conclusion
Berkeley Fresno's voice inquiring:
Miss Blake, did I ever tell you
about the time I sang Dearie to the
mayors daughter in Walla Wallaf"
Miss Blake appeared on the gallery
with her musical admirer at her ell
bow
Yes" said she. sweetly. You told
4 me all about the mayors daughter 4
week ago." Then spying Speed and his
companion, she exclaimed: "Mr. Fres-
no has fine voice. hasn't he? He
sings with the Standard Glee Club"
Indeed"
"Surei" The Native Son of the
Golden West shook up a hammock
cushion for the girl. "Tenor!" said he.
sententiously.
Say no more" Speed remarked:
Its all right with us!"
Fresno looked up.
whats wrong with my singing?"
"Oh. I've just told the girls that
you're going to run that foot race. I"
( Helen interposed, hurriedly, at which
Fresno exploded.
whats wrong with my runningf''
inquired Speed.
81 can beat you!"
Larry Glass nudged his employer
openly. and seemed on the verge Of
hysteria. LET him co." said he. LET
him go; he's funny"
| Speed addressed Helen with Q mag.
unanimous smile:
Suppose we allow Free to sing this
foot race? Well pull 1t OF in the
treble cleft"
"Oh. mean IT," maintained the
tenor, stubbornly. 81 don't want to
run Skinner. the cook. but I'll run you
TO see who does meet him"
Speed shrugged his shoulders indul-
gently.
I'm afraid you're a little over
weight"
"I'll train down"
perhaps If you walt until / beat
this cook. I'll take you on"
Glass broke out. in husky indigna-
ton: Sure. Get a rep. Gull. get q
rep," Then to his employer: Como
On. Wally, you've got to warm up"
He mounted the steps heavily with his
protege.
When they had gone. Miss Blake
clapped her hands
I'm SO excited" she exclaimed
You see. it's all my doings! oh.
how / adore athletes!
Most young girls do" Fresno smil-
ed. sourly. "My taste runs more to
music" After a moments meditation.
he observed: Speed doesn't look like
Splinter to me. III wager he
can't do a hundred yards In fifteen
two"
'Fifteen-two' is cribbage," said
Miss Blake.
Fifteen and two-fifths seconds il
what / mean"
SIS that fast?"
Fresno smiled, indulgently this
time. Jeans friend Covington can go
the distance in nine and four-flfths
seconds. He's real Splinter. think
this fellow is a joke"
Indeed he is not! If Mr.. Covington
can run as fast as that, Mr.. Speed can
run faster. He told me So"
"Oh!" Fresno looked at her curious
w. The worlds record is nine and
three-ffths; that's the limit of human
endurance"
81 hope he doesn't injure himself"
breathed the girl. and the tenor wan
dered away. disguised beyond meas
ure. When he was out of hearing he
remarked aloud
I'll bet he runs so slow We'll have
to wind a stop-watch on him. Any
how. l think I'll find out something
more about this race.
Once in his room. Mr. ]. Walling
ford Speed made a search for writing
materials, while Larry Glass over.
hauled a trunk filled with athletic
clothing of various descriptions. There
were running-suits. rowing-suits, base
ball and football suits. sweaters, jer-
sevs ard bath robes-all of which
we're new and unstained. At the bot
tom Glass discovered box full of
bronze and neargold emblems.
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