The Hope pioneer. [volume] (Hope, N.D.) 1882-1964, 1914-06-18
"You're . True Sport"

"You'so q True Sport" :,
stand! I am going to be 80 desperate.
ly disappointed that I'll have to choose
between suicide and marriage. The
way l feel now. I think Ill choose mar
riage. But you must help"
Leave 1t to me. Boz"
From inside the house came the
strains of Dearie, sung in a sympa-
thetic tenor. and upon the conclusion
Berkeley Fresno's voice inquiring:
Miss Blake. did I ever tell you
about the time I sang Dearie to the
mayors daughter in Walla wallal"
Miss Blake appeared on the gallery
with her musical admirer at her el-
bow.
EYES," said she. sweetly. "You told
me all about the mayors daughter q
week ago." Then spying Speed and his
companion. che exclaimed: "Mr. Fres-
no has a fine voice. hasn't he? He
sings with the Standard Glee Club"
Indeed"
"sure!" The Native Son of the
Golden West shook up a hammock
cushion for the girl. "Tenor!" said ha
sententiously.
Say no MORE" Speed remarkeds
'1t's all right with us!"
Fresno looked up.
Whats wrong with my singing3'
"Oh. I've Just told the girls that
you're going to run that foot race"
Helen interposed. hurriedly, at which
Fresno exploded.
whats wrong with my running?s
inquired Speed.
II a beat you!"
Larry Glass nudged his employer
openly. and seemed on the verge Of
hysteria. LET him co." said he. Let
him go; he's funny"
Speed addressed Helen, with a mag
unanimous smile:
Suppose we allow Free to sing this
foot race? Well pull it off in the
treble cleft"
"Oh. I mean it," maintained the
tenor. s%tubbornly. II don't want to
run Skinner, the cook, but I'll run you
to see who does meet him"
Speed shrugged his shoulders indul
gently.
: I'm afraid you're q little over
weight"
"IIl train down."
perhaps If you wait until I beat
this cook, I'll take you on"
Glass broke out, in husky indigna-
ton: Sure! Get a rep, Gull. get a
rep!" Then to his employer: "Come
on, Wally. you've got to warm up"
He mounted the steps heavily with his
protege.
When they had gone, Miss Blake
clapped her hands.
+. "I'm so excited" she exclaimed.
"You see. it's all my doings! Oh.
how I adore athletes!"
Most young girls do" Fresno smil-
ed, sourly. my taste runs more to
music" After a moments meditation,
he observed: Speed doesn't look like
a sprinter to me. I'LL wager he
can't do a hundred yards in fifteen
two"
"'F1fteen-two' is cribbage." said
Miss Blake.
Fifteen and two-fifths seconds is
what I mean"
els that fast?"
Fresno smiled. indulgently this
time. Jeans friend Covington can go
the distance In nine and four-ffths
seconds. He's a real sprinter. I think
this fellow is a joke"
Indeed he is not! If Mr.. Covington
can run as fast as that. MI. Speed can
run faster. He told mi So"
"Oh!" Fresno looked at her curious
ly. "The worlds record is nine and
three-ffths: that's the limit of human
endurance"
II hope he doesn't injure himself"
breathed the girl. and the tenor wan
dered away. disguised beyond meas
ure. When he was out Of hearing he
remarked. aloud:
I'll bet he runs 30 slow we'll have
to wind a stop-watch on him. ANY,
how, I think I'll find out something
more about this race"
Once In his room. MI. J. Walling-
ford Speed made q search for writing
materials. while Larry Glass over
hauled Q trunk filed with athletic
clothing of various descriptions. There
were running-suits, row1ng-suits. base
ball and football suits. sweaters. jer-
seys, and bath robes-all Of which
were new and unstained. At the bot
tom Glass discovered a box full Of
bronze and neargold emblems.
Here's your medals" said he:
"AGoodl I'll wear them"
"Nixi You can't do that. Those
gals. will get wise." He selected one,