Lincoln County leader. [volume] (Toledo, Lincoln County, Or.) 1893-1987, 1914-03-20

| Glass was fond Of his rest, and since
his arrival at the Flying Heart his
sleeping had been shortened con-
siderably so for once he agreed with
the Californian.
mo question about it," said he.
And I'll sleep here with him if you'll
put couple of cots in the place."
But suppose Mr.. Speed won't do
it?" questioned Miss Blake.
You ask him, and he won't refuse"
said Jean.
I'VE don't want to see him defeat
ed" urged HeleD's other suitor; at
which the girl rose. saying doubtfully:
"Of course I'll do my best, II you
think it's really important"
Thank you," said Slower gratefully,
while Fresno congratulated himself
upon an easy victory.
The two girls took Speeds trainer
with them, and went forth in search of
the young man.
IT'S up to you fellows to see that he
gets to bed early" said Fresno, when
| uc anu OlOVeT were alone.
Leave it to US. And as for gettin'
up, we turn out at daylight. l don't
reckon he could sleep none after that
If he tried" Slower pointed TO the
striped elastic coils of the exerciser
against the wall. Il didn't want to
speak about it while they was here"
said he, "but one Of them young ladies'
lost her garters."
That's not pair OF garters, that's
a chest-weight."
"Jest wait for what?"
"Chest-weight-che
"Oh!" Stover examined the device
curiously. 81 thought chest-develop-
er came in bottle"
Fresno explained the operation of
the apparatus, at which the cowman
remarked, admiringly:
That young feller is all right, amt
he"
Think so?"
Sure! Don't your"
Fresno explained his doubts by a
crafty lift Of his brows and shrug.
Il thought so-at first"
Stover wheeled upon him abruptly.
Whats wrong?"
"Oh, nothing"
After pause the foreman remarked
vaguely: Hes the intercollegit cham.
peen of Yale"
"Oh no, hardly that, or would
have heard of him."
Amt he no champeen?"
Champion of the running broad
smile and the half-mile talk perhaps u
Amt he foot-runner?"
Perhaps. I've never seen him run
but have my doubts"
Good Lord!" moaned Slower, weak.
ly.
"He may be the best sprinter in the
country, mind you. but I'll lay little
bet that he can't run hundred yards
without sustenance."
without what?"
"Sustenance-something to eat"
"Well, we've got plenty for him to
eat" said the mystified foreman.
you don't understand. However
time will tell"
"But we amt got no time. We've
made this race pay or play week
from Saturday, and the bets are down
We was afraid the Centipede would
welsh when they seen who we had, SO
we framed it that way. What's to be
done?"
Again Fresno displayed an artistic
restraint that was admirable "It's
none of my business" said he. with a
careless shrug.
Il guess I'll tell Willie and the
boys" vouchsafed Bill apprehensively
mo! mol, Don't breathe a word
I've said to you. He may be cracker
jack, and wouldn't do him an injus
tice for the world. All the same, ]
wish he hadn't broken my stop-watch.'
Cd you think he broke it a-pur
pose?"
What do you think?"
Stover mopped the sweat from his
brow.
Cant we time him with ordinary
watch?"
Sure. We can take yours. 1t won't
be exact, but"
81 aint got no watch. bet mine
last night at the Centipede. Willie's
got one, though"
! Mind you, he may be all right,
Fresno repeated, reassuringly; ther
hearing the object of their discussion
approaching with his trainer, the two
strolled out through the bunkroom
Stover prey to newborn suspicion
Fresno musing to himself that diplo
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