The St. Mary banner. (Franklin, Parish of St. Mary, La.) 1889-1931, 1914-01-31

Speed glowered at his rival.
1t was Helen who fastened IN
smooth things.
It's all my fault. l asked Mr.. Fres.
no TO sing something new"
Bah! That was written by Will.
liam Cromwell"
No more of them battle-hvmns a"
Glass ordered. They don't do Mr.
Speed no good"
All want is drink" painted that
youthful athlete, and Helen rose quick
~. saying that she would bring ice-
water
But the trainer barked sharn,v.
NIX! I've told you that twenty
times, Wally. 1t II put hob-nails in
your liver" He rose with difficulty
sWaylng upon his feet, and where he
mad 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.
i would like to see you 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. 1T will
be burned to a crisp" She fastened
down the porch, and Fresno followed.
while Speed looked after them.
no
nice girl. Think of fat, sandy
haired husband in a five-room fat
with pink wallpaper and a colored
janitor. Run along, Muldoon." to
Glass, I'll be with you in a moment"
When the trainer had waddled out
of hearing, Mrs. Keap inquired, ca.
gerly:
Have you heard from Culver?"
Didn't you know about it," Speed
swallowed
Roberta shook her dark head
He's in-he's detained at Omaha
for ten days. | fixed it."
The overweight widow dropped
back into the hammock, crying weak
ly:
Oh, you dear, good boy!"
Yes, Pm all Of that II suppose
I'd be missed if-anything happened
to mel"
How ever did you manage it,"
Never mind the details. It took
some ingenuity"
Mrs. Keap wrung her hands. 81
frir
Jack will be back tomorrow. and
was afraid"
There was a call from Glass from
the training-quarters.
How can l ever do enough for you?
You have averted a tragedy"
Don't let Helen know, that's all. II
she thought I'd been the head yeller-"
Il won't breathe a word, and
hope you win the race for her sake"
Mrs. Keap pressed the hand of her
1eliverer, who trudged his lonely way
oward the gymnasium, where Glass
was saying:
1.-The volley was fired at SUNRISE
That means Saturday, Boz
Larry, you're the best crape-hanger
II your weight in the world"
Larry bent a look of open disgust
lpon his employer.
And you're good runner. you are,"
aid he. why, l beat you this morn
ng"
The younger man glanced up hope
ully. Couldn't you beat this cook?"
You're the only man in this world
can outrun.
"A tear. sigh. . last "good-bye."'"
Shut up!"
AS Glass consented to do this, the
peaker unused, bitterly, Early to
ed and early to rise I wish ] had
he night-watchman who wrote those
7ords."
Didn't you never see the sun rise
efore?"
Certainly not l don't stay up that
ate."
We'll, amt it beautiful" The stout
IAN turned admiring eyes to the east
yard, and his husky voice softened.
All them colors and tints and shades
nd stuff! And New York on the other
nd"
I'm too tired to see beauty in any
hing"
AS il mindful of a neglected duty,
lass turned upon him. What are
GU waiting for? Get those dog-beds
# your back" He seized the slack
( sweater and gave it a jerk.
Don't be so rough; I'll come. You
hight care to remember you're work
lg for me"
Il am working"-Glass dragged his