New Ulm review., 1913-04-02

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morning that Miss Blake
made bold to request her
/ II favor from ]. Wallingford
M% Speed. They had succeed
HA ed in isolating themselves
~ upon the vine-shaded sal
! @D lery at the rear Of the
house. and the conversation
had been largely OF athletics. but this.
judging from the rapt expression Of
the girl. was . subject Of SURPRISING
interest. Speed. quick b take cue.
Dlsnged O..
II would hare made ths Varsity
Lbaskst,ball team myself 4 hadnt
absen. % tiny said sIIsish. II have
alveys wanted 70 b tan. like Ro-
befta."
4 shouldn't ears for that" saia the
young man.
you know she was wondsrfsl
player?"
80 I've heard"
DO you know" unused Helen. Il
have never forgotten what you told
me that first day We met. About your
friendship for Mr.. cevington. I think
It 10 very unselGsh Of you."
"Oh, wouldn't say that" ventured
the young man, vainly racking his
brain. Nobody could help liking Cul.
YER"
"Yes; but how many men would
step aside and let their BEST friend win
prize after prize and never undertake
to compete against him?"
Speed blushed family. % any mod.
est man might have done.
did I tell you that?" he inquired.
Indeed you did"
"Then please don't speak Of It to .
mortal soul. must have said great
deal that hrst day. but
But I have spoken Of 1t. and I said
] thought 1t was fine of you"
"You have spoken Of it?'
"Yes: I told Jean"
The Yale man, undertook to change
the conversation abruptly. but Miss
Blake was . determined young lady.
She continued: +
"Of course, It was very magnsnim-
ous Of you to always step aside In
favor Of your best friend; but It isn't
fair to yourself-it really isn't. And
90 have arranged . little plan where.
by you can do something to prove
your prowess, and still not interfere
with Mr.. covington in the least"
Speed cleared his throat nervously.
Tell me-" he said, what it IT,"
And Miss Blake told him the story
Of the shocking treachery Of Humpy
Joe, together with the miserable un-
doing of the Flying Heart why,
those poor fellows are broken-heart-
ed" she concluded. "Their despair
over losing that talking-machine
would be If it were not 80 tragic. l
told them you would win 1t back for
them. And you will, won't you!
Please!" She turned her blue eyes
upon him appealingly, and the young
man was lost.
'11l take ten chances" he said.
Where does the raffle come orr
"Oh, 1t isn't . rattle. it's foot-race.
You must run with that Centipede
cook" .,
Il! Run 4 race!" exclaimed the
young college man. aghast.
'Yes. I've promised that you would.
You see. this isn't like college event.
and Culver isn't here yet."
"Bnt he'll be here in . day or so"
Speed felt IS II very large man were
choking him: he decided his collar
was too tight
"Oh. I've talked It all over with
Jean. She doesn't want Culver to
run. anyhow"
why not?" inquired he. suspicious
". Tg.,n 49,. /. .sss ls
II don't know. I'm sure"
III Miss Chapia doesn't want Culver |;
to run, you surely wouldn't want me
to-" -.a-..
mot at all. II Mr.. Covinston knew
the facts Of the case. he would be
only too happy 10 do It. And. you
zee, you know tho facts" esre a
Speed was about 70 shape gracious
but hrm refusal Of the profered honor
when stili Bill Slower appeared at the
steps doRed his faded Stetson, ana
bowed Imply.
"Mornin', Miss Blake" TO the rear
Speed saw three other men-an In
aian, tall, swart. and saturnine, who
walked with q limp; . picturesque
Mexican with spangled hat and sil-
yer spurs. evidently the captor Of
Lawrence Glass on the evening previ.
,us; and an undersized little man
With thick-rimmed spectacles and
holster from which
,eeped . gun.butt. All were smiling
and seemed q bit abashed.
Good morning. Mr.. Stover," said :,
Ielen. pleasantly. This il Mr.. Speed.