Cheyenne record. (Cheyenne Wells, Cheyenne County, Colo.) 1913-19??, 1914-01-08

CuI ouI tuOSe Oeeply appealing songs.
Speed glowered at his rival.
1t was Helen who fastened to
smooth things.
It's 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." j."
Glass ordered. They don't do Mr..
Speed no good"
"All want Is a drink" painted that
youthful athlete, and Helen rose quick
ly. saying that she would bring ice
water.
But the trainer barked sharply: !:
mix! I've told you that twenty
times. Wally. 1t II put hob-nails in
your liver" He rose with difficulty,
swaying upon his feet. and where he
had sat was large, irregular shaped,
sweat-dampened area. Come on.
Don't get chilled"
I'D give twenty dollars for a good
chilli" exclaimed the overheated COL
lege man longingly.
l would like to see you a moment,
Mr.. Speed" Roberta rose from the
hammock.
"Oh. and I've forgotten my" Helen
checked her words with a startled
glance toward the kitchen. "It will
be burned to crisp" She hastened
down the porch. and Fresno followed,
while Speed looked after them.
''He must be an awful nuisance to
nice girl. Think OF fat, sandy
hairad hnshnnI In a,,o
with pink wallpaper and a colored
janitor. Run along, Muldoon," to
Glass. "1'll be with you in a moment" !"
When the trainer had waddled out
or hearing, Mrs. keap inquired, ca
gerly:
Have you heard from Culver?"
Didn't you know about it," Speed
swallowed
Roberta shook her dark head.
Hes in-he's detained at Omaha
for ten days. l fixed it."
The overwought widow dropped
back into the hammock, crying weak
ly:
"Oh. you dear good boy!"
Yes. I'm all Of that. IL suppose
Ia be missed if-anything happened
to mel"
How ever did you manage it?"
Never mind the details 1t took
some ingenuity"
Mrs. keap wrung her hands. 81
was so terribly frightened! You see,
Jack will be back tomorrow, and
was afraid"
There was call from Glass from
the training-quarters.
How can I ever do enough for you?
You have averted a tragedy"
Don't let Helen know, that's all. If
she thought I'd been the head yeller-"
Il won't breathe word, and I
hope you win the race for her sake"
Mrs. keap pressed the hand of her
dellverer. who trudged his lonely way
toward the gymnasium, where Glass
was saying:
1.-The volley was fired at SUNRISE
That means Saturday, b."
Larry, you're the best crape-hanger
Of your weight in the world"
Larry bent look of open disgust
upon his employer
And you're a good runner, you are"
said he. why, l beat you this morn
ing"
The younger man glanced up hope
fully. "COuldn't you beat this COOKE"
You're the only man in this world
can outrun.
"A tear. a sigh. a last good Bye"
Shut up!"
AS Glass consented to do this, the
speaker mused. bitterly, Early to
bed and early to rise | wish l had
the night-watchman who wrote those
words"
Didn't you never see the sun rise
before?"
Certainly not l don't stay up that
late"
We'll, amt 1t beautiful" The stout
man turned admiring eyes to the east
ward, and his husky voice softened
"All them colors and tints and shades
and stuff! And New York on the other
end!"
I'm too tired to see beauty in any
thing"
AS if mindful of neglected duty,
Glass turned upon him. What are
you waiting for? Get those dog g-beds
off your back" He seized the slack
Of a sweater and gave 1t jerk.
Don't be so rough; I'll come. You
might care to remember you're work
ing for me-"
Il am working"-Glass dragged his