Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1913-03-10

thing cheeF1ly. Il vas still an hour
untl hi breaAfAsk a&tme, but he had
accomplished nnch. In the midst Of
mis- meditation he came upon Miss
Blake emersing uDon the rear porch.
.Good-mornine!" he cried. She
started . tribe guilty. what ara,
you doing ct this hour?"
''Oh, Just love the morning air.
she answered.
Same herei Honesty goes to bed!
early. and industry rises betimes. !
That's metz
Then you have been vorking!"
Fresno nodded. He was looking At
four COWBOYS who, were entering the
gymnasium, staggering beneath drip
ping gunnysacks. Then he turned his
gaze searchingly upon the girl.
We're you looking for Speed?'' he
asked accusingly.
''Ths ideai" Miss Blake fushed
family.
III you are. he has gone for run.
dearly love to sec him get up early
and run, he enjoys it So"
!. II have been baking cake" said
Helen. displaying the traces of her
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 "a
dough in her hands. Il had dread
ful time to make 1t rise.H
IF we're q cake I would rise at
your li9htest word"
'The cook said it wouldn't be At to
eat" declared Helen.
Il should love to eat your cooking"
"onee IN while. perhaps. but not
every day"
Every day-always and always.
You knowwhat mean. Miss Blake
Helen!" The young man bent a low
er's 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 IL the first chance I've
had to sec you alone since Speed ar
rived. THERE'S something I want to
ask you"
tt know what It it," stammered
Helen. you want me to let you sing
again. Please do. ] love morning
smusic-aad your voice Is 20 tender"
Life" said Berkeley, "ts one
sweet"
what is going on here7'' demanded
q voice behind them. and Mrs. Keap
came out upon the porch. eying the
pair suspiciously. It was evident that
she. like Fresno. had Creased hur.
riedly.
'Mr. Fresno is going to sing to u.s."
explained the younger girl. quickly.
Really? p
II am like the bird that greets the
morn With song" laughed the tenor,
,awkwardly.
What are you going to sinsr' de.
.manded the chaperon. still Suspicious.
".
"Dearae."
Don't you know any other song?"
"oh, yes, but they are all sad"
I'm getting = trife tired Of
sDearie,' let's have one of the others"
Mrs. Keap turned her eyes anxiously
toward the trainins-Quarters, and II
was patent that she had not counted
upon this encounter. Noting her lack
of ease. Fresno said hopefully:
III you are going for walk, III
sing for you at some other time"
els Mr.. Speed up yeti"
up and gone. He'll be hack soon. I"
Then Mrs.. Keap sank into the ham.
mock, and With something Ike resig.
uation. said:
'.Procssd with the song"
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Along the road toward the ranch
buildings plodded two dusty pedes.
TRANS, one q blond youth bundled
thickly in sweaters. the other q fat
man who rolled heavily, and paused
now and then to mop his purple face
Beth were dripping az If from an i'm.
mersion, while the air about the latter
vibrated With heat waves. They both
stumbled a. they walked, and it was
only By the strongest effort Of will
that they propelled themselves. As
they neared the corner Of the big, low.
lying ranch-house, already rejecting
the hot glare Of the morning aun, .
mans clear tenor voice came to them
s::t & &. r s:.s 80 g = s. :ra..'s
ibid you get that?.' one of the two
exclatQhed hoarsely. ''They.re practio
dng . death-march. and it's ours"
sAnd - tho echoes fingered,
n HIS soul bad passed away"
That's you. wallyi" vheesed the
trainer.
.Into the arms Of his Maker.
There to learn his fRtois--
Here, what are you singing about?"
angrily protested -SIesd. - he round
ed into view.
"Oh, its Mr.. Speed" .
"Good.morning!" chorused Helen
and the chAperon.
''wslcoma to our. city!" Fresno
greeted: 80
Glass tottered 70 tho steps. Them
songs he pulled, ais bad for . man
when he's trainin:: they get him all
worked up
eve had no idea yo1u would be back
% Son." apolosiEed Helen.
'Soon!" Speed measured the dis
sance IN . wicker chair, gave It up.
4 and sank bsside his trainer. iva left
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