The St. Mary banner. (Franklin, Parish of St. Mary, La.) 1889-1931, 1913-12-13

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Glass was fond Of his rest, and since
his arrival at the Flying Heart his
sleeping hours had been shortened con-
siderably. SO for once he agreed with
the Californian.
mo question about It," said he.
And I'll sleep here with him If you'll
put couple Of cots in the place."
But suppose Mr.. Speed won't do
it?" questioned Miss Blake.
You ask him, and he won't refuse"
said Jean.
I'VE don't want to see him defeat
ed" urged Helen's other sutton; at
which the girl rose, saying doubtfully:
of course I'll do my best, If you
think it's really important"
Thank you," said Slower gratefully.
while Fresno congratulated himself
upon an easy victory.
The two girls took Speeds trainer
with them, and went forth in search of
tn. young man.
Its up to you fellows to see that he
gets to bed early" said Fresno, when
he and Slower were alone.
Leave it to US. And as for gettin'
up, we turn out at daylight. | don't
reckon he could sleep none after that
If he tried" Slower pointed TO the
striped elastic coils of the exerciser
| against the wall. Il didn't want to
speak about 1t while they was here"
said he, but one of them young ladies
lost her garters."
That's not pair of garters, that's
a chest-weight."
Jest wait for WHAT"
"Chest-weight-ch
| "Oh" Slower examined the device
curiously. Il thought chest-develop-
er came in bottle"
| Fresno explained the operation of
the apparatus, at which the cowman
remarked, admiringly:
That young Teller Is all right, amt
he?"
Think SOP"
| Sure! Don't you?"
| Fresno explained his doubts by
I crafty lift of his brows and shrug.
81 thought scat first
| Slower wheeled upon him abruptly.
What's wrong?"
"Oh, nothing"
! After pause the foreman remarked.
vaguely: Hes the intercollegit cham
peen OF Yale"
ooh no. hardly that, or would
have heard Of him."
Amt he no champeen?"
Champion of the running broad
smile and the half-mile talk perhaps"
| "Ain't he a foot-runner?"
perhaps. I've never seen him run,
but l have my doubts"
Good Lord" moaned Slower. weak
ly.
HE may be the best Splinter in the
country, mind you. but Ill lay a little
bet that he can't run hundred yards
without sustenance."
without what?"
"Sustenance-somet to eat
"Well, we've got plenty for him to
eat" said the mystified foreman.
"You don't understand. However.
time will tell"
But we amt got no time. We've
made this race pay or play week,
from Saturday, and the bets are down.
We was afraid the Centipede would
| welsh when they seen who we had, SO
we framed 1t that way. What's to be
| done?"
Again Fresno displayed an artistic
restraint that was admirable. Its
! none OF my business" said he, with
careless shrug.
IL guess I'll tell Willie and the
boys" vouchsafed Bill apprehensively.
| mo! no! Don't breathe a word
I've said to you. He may be q cracker.
| lack. and l wouldn't do him an injus-
tice for the world. All the same,
wish he hadn't broken my stop-watch."
| Cd you think he broke it a-pur-
poser"
What do you think?"
Slower mopped the sweat from his
brow.
Cant We time him with a ordinary
watch?"
| Sure. We can take yours. 1t won't
be exact, but"
| Il amt got no watch. l bet mine
last night at the Centipede. Willie's
got one, though"
Mind you, he may be all right"
Fresno repeated. reassuringly; then
hearing the object of their discussion
approaching with his trainer. the two
strolled out through the bunkroom.
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