The Blackfoot optimist. [volume] (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1907-1918, 1913-10-09
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her sure"
whats the difference IL you're a.
straddle Of cloud with . gold guitar
In your lap?"
"Oh, they won't kill M"
II tell you these cow-persons IL
desp'rate. II you stay here and run
that race next Saturday. she'll tiptoe
up on Sunday and put rose In your
hand, sure. can see her now, all
in black. Take it from me, Wally, we
amt goin' to have no luck In this
thing"
my dear fellow, the simplest way
out Of the difficulty II for me to in
jure myself"
"Here!" Glass hoped to his feet
and dove through the blankets. 'None
Of that! Have little regard for me.
II you 60 lame it's my curtain"
| All that day the trainer stayed close
to his charge. never allowing him out
Of his sight, and when, late In the aft,
ernoon, Speed rebelled ct the espion.
age. Glass merely shrugged his fat,
shoulders.
But want to be alone-with her.
Cant you sect"
II can, but won't. Go a. far as
you like. I'll close my eyes,"
"Or I'll close them for you'll" The
lad scowled; his companion laughed
mirthlessly.
Don't start nothin' like that-rd
ruin you. Gals is bad for q man in
trainin' anyhow"
II suppose I'm not to see her.
"You can see her, but want to
hear what you say to her. No emo
ton till after this race, Wally."
you're an idiot! This whole affair
Is Observation-Disclosures"
and vet 1t don't make US laugh.
does it," Glass Knocked.
IF these cowboys make me run
that race, they'll be sorry-mark my
words. they'll be sorry"
Speed lighted cigarette and in.
hailed deeply, but only once, The
other lunged at him with a cry and
snatched it. "Give me that cigarette!"
1--WE had enough Of this foolish.
ness" Wally stormed. "You are dis.
charged"
II wish I was"
you are!"
'Not!"
II say you are fred!" Glass stared
at him. "Oh, I mean 1t! won't be
bullied."
Very WELL" Glass rose ponderous.
IT,; "I'll wise up that queen Of yours,
Mr.. Speed"
you aren't going to talk to Miss
Blake? Waltz" Speed wilted miser-
ably. "she mustn't know. IL hire
you over again."
"Suit yourself"
you see. don't you? Ny love for
Helen is the only serious thing ever
experienced" said the boy. "I-can't
lose her. You've got to help me Out"
And SO it was agreed.
That evening. when the clock
struck nine, J. Wallingford Speed was
ready and willing to drag himself OF
to bed. in spite of the knowledge that
Fresno was waiting to take his place
In the hammock. He was racked by
a thousand pains, his muscles were
sore. his back lame. He was con-
sumed by thirst which Glass stoutly
refused to let him quench, and pos
sessed by a fearful longing for a
smoke. When he dozed OF, regard.
less of the SHORES from the bunk.
house adjoining, Berkeley Fresno's
musical tenor was sounding in his
ears.
It seemed to Speed that he had
barely closed his eyes when he felt
q rough hand shaking him, and heard
his trainers voice calling, in half
whisper: Come on. Gull! Get up!"
When he turned over it was only
to be shaken into complete wakeful.
ness.
Hurry up. it's daylight"
"Where?"
Come, now, you got to run i've
miles before breakfast"
Speed sat up with a groan. III
run five miles," he said, Il won't want
any breakfast" and he laid himself
down again gratefully-he was very
sore-whereat his companion fairly
dragged him out of bed. As yet the
room was black. although the windows
were grayed by the first faint streaks
Of dawn. From the adjoining room
came a chorus Of distress: snores of
every size. volume, and degree of in.
tensity, from the last narrowing gasp
of strangulation to the bold trumpet.
ings of bull moose. There were
long-drawn signs, groans of torture.
rumbling blasts. Speed shuddered.
They sound like troop Of trained
sea-lions," he said.
Don't wake 'em up. Here!" Glass
yawned widely, and tossed bundle OF
sweaters at his companion.
ugh! These clothes are all wet
and cold. and-it feels like blood"
"Nothin' but the mornin' dew"
It's perspiration."
"Well, little sweat won't hurt YOU"
NASTY word" Speed yawned in
turn. Precipitation! can't wear wet
clOthes." and would have crent hack