The Lamar register. [volume] (Lamar, Colo.) 1889-1952, 1913-07-30
REX BEACH'S
Roarint Western Comedy
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self Justice that-away, but you might
do your trainin' at daylight. The
Centipede goes to work the same time
We do, and the chances is your assas-
sin won't miss his breakfast"
Good! I'm do that!"
Il sure admire your courage. but II
you see anything suspicious. let us
know. Well git EN-" said Willie.
Thank you"
The two men went out, whereupon
Glass chartered:
"W-what did tell you? It's
worse'n suicide to stick around this
farm. I'm going to blow"
Where are you going?"
~New York. Let's beat i'll"
'Never!" exclaimed the college
man, stubbornly. Well hear from
Covington before long. Besides. I
can't leave until get some money
from home"
Lets walk"
Don't be a fooll"
Then I've got to have . drink"
Glass started for the living-Quarters.
sight. She's there!" he whispered
tragically. she seen me. tool
Mariedetta was squatting In the
shade opposite. her eyes fixed stolidly
upon the training-quarters.
Then you've got to lay low till she
gives up" declared Wally. "We're In
trouble enough as It is"
For nearly an hour the partners dis
cussed the situation while the Nexi-
can maid retained her position; then.
when Glass was on the verge Of max
ing a desperate sally. Cloudy entered
silently. Although this had been an
unhappy morning for the trainer. here
at least was one person Of whom he
had no fear. and his natural optim-
ism being again to the fort, he greeted
the Indian lightly.
well. how's the weather. Cloudy p
"Mr. Cloudy to you." said the other.
Both Glass and his protege stared It
was the nrst word the Indian had
uttered since their arrival lawrence
w1nked at his companion.
"All right. II you like II better.
How's the weather. Mister Cloudy"
He snickered ut his own joke. whore
upon the aborigfne turned upon him
slowly. and said. in perfect Hnslish:
"Your humor II misplaced with me.
Don't forget, Mr.. Glass. that the ons
Yale football team you trained.
dropped . goal on from the forty-nve
yard line"
Glass allowed his mouth to open in
amazement. The day was replete
with surprises.
1851" he said. while the light of un-
derstanding came over him. You're
Cloudy buttheSun-Shines
"Yes-Carlisle." Cloudy threw back
his head. and pointed with dignity to
the nag of his Alma Mater hanging
upon the wall.
by Jove. I remember that!" ex.
claimed Speed
$50 will Yale 20 long as she lives. -
predicted the Indian. grimly. You
crippled me In the second half''-he
stirred his Wtthered leg-"but ]
dropped 1t on you; and-I have not
forgotten" He ground the last sen
tence between his teeth.
see here. Bo-Mr. Cloudy. You
don't blame Us for that?"
Cloudy grunted, and threw a yellow
envelope on the floor at Speeds feet
There is something for you." said
he. while his lips curled. He turned
and limped silently to the door.
And tried to hid him!" breathed
Glass with dfsgust. when the visitor
had gone. II amt been in right since
Garfield was shot"
Its a telegram from Covington!"
cried Speed, tearing open the mes
sage. AT last!"
Thank the Lordi" Glass started
forward eagerly. when II he be here
Quick!" Then he paused. J. Walling
ford Speed had gone deathly pale. and
was Keeling slightly. whats wrong?'
The college man made uncertainty
for his bed, murmuring incoherently:
Tin sicki I'm sick, Larry!" He
fell Imply at fun length. and groaned
Call the race OIL"
Glass snatched the missive from his
employers nerveless fingers, and read
with bullying eyes, as follows:
y. Wallingford Speed. Flying Heart
Ranch, Kdder. N. M:
Don't tip of. Am in jail Omaha
Looks like ten days.
CULVER COv1NGTON."
The trainer uttered a cry like that
of q wounded animal.
Call it OF. Larry" moaned the