The Hope pioneer. [volume] (Hope, N.D.) 1882-1964, 1914-07-09

WudI are yOV going 10 SlnG!" DE-
manded the chaperon, still suspicious.
ly.
"Dearie."
Don't you know any other song!"
"Oh. yes. but they are Gl sad"
I'm getting a triHe tired of
'Dearie.' let's have one Of the Others"
Mrs. Keap turned her eyes anxiously
toward the training-quarters, and it
was patent that she had not counted
upon this encounter. Noting her lack
of ease. Fresno said hopefully:
III you + going for a walk, I'll
sing for you at some other time"
is Mr.. Speed up yet?"
up and gone. He'll be back SOON"
Then MSs. Keap sank into the ham
mock, and with something like resig.
nation, said:
Proceed with the song"
Along the road toward the ranch
buildings plodded two dusty pedes-
TRANS, n a blond youth bundled
thickly in sweaters. the other a fat
man who rolled heavily. and paused
now and then to mop his purple face.
Both were dripping as il from an i'm,
mersion, while the air about the latter
vibrated with heat waves. They both
stumbled as they walked, aud 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 sun, a
mans clear tenor voice came To them.
Just at the break Of day"--
Did you get that?" one of the two
exclaimed hoarsely. They're practic-
ing a death-march, and it's ours"
And as the echoes fingered.
His soul had passed away"
That's you. Wally!" wheezed the
trainer.
Into the arms Of his Maker,
There to learn his fate"-
Here, what are you singing about?"
angrily protested Speed, as he round.
ed into view.
"Oh. it's Mr.. Speed"
"Good-morntng!" chorused Helen
ana the chaperon.
Welcome to our city," Fresno
greeted.
Glass tottered to the steps. "Them
SORES" he pulled, "is BAD for a man
when he's t%rainin'; they get him all
worked up"
we had no idea You would be back
go soon" apolos,2e1 Helen
"Soon!" Speed measured the dis.
lance to a wicker chair, gave 1t up,
and sank beside his trainer. I'VE laft
yesterday! We've run miles and miles
and miles!"
you can't be in very good shape"
volunteered the singer.
"Oh, is that so?" Glass retorted. 81
Say he's great. He got my goat-and
I'm some runner"
And I'd be obliged to you If you'd
cut out those deeply appealing songs
Speed glowered at his rival.
1t was Helen who FASTENED to
smooth things.
ITS all my fault. I asked Mr.. Fres-
no to sing something new"
bah! That was written by Will
liam Cromwell"
mo more Of them battle-hymns,''
Glass ordered. "They don't do Mr..
Speed no good"
IAN | want is a drink" painted tina
youthful athlete, and Helen rose quick
ly, saying that she would bring ice
water.
But the trainer barked sharply
Nix! I've told you that twenty
times, Wally. 1t II put hob-nails ii
your liver" He rose with difficulty
sWaying upon his feet, and where he
had sat was a large, irregular shaped
sweat-dampened area. Come on,
Don't get chilled"
"Pd give twenty dollars for a goot
chilli" exclaimed the overheated col
lege man longingly.
Il would fike to see you a moment
Mr.. Speed" Roberta rose from thu
hammock.
"Oh, and I've forgotten my" Heller
checked her words with a startled
glance toward the kitchen. ut viii
be burned to a crisp" She hastenet
Gown the porch. and Fresno followed
while Speed looked after them.
"He must be an awful nuisance t
Ia nice girl. Think Of a fat, sandy
haired husband in a fve-room fla
with pink wallpaper and a coloret
janitor. Run along, Muldoon," tt
Glass. "Ill be with you in a moment.
When the trainer had waddled GU
iof hearing, Mrs. Keap inquired, ca
gerly:
Have you heard from Culver?"
Didn't you know about IT." spee<
swallowed.
Roberta shook her dark head.
Hes in-he's detained at Omahz
for ten days. l fixed It,"
The overweight widow dropped
.epends on whose trou