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Cowboy of the Flying Heart ranch are
heartbroken over the loaa of their much
prised phonograph by the defeat of their
champion tn m foot-raca with the cook of
the Centipede ranch. A houae party I
on nt ih Flying Heart. J. Wallingford
Speed, cheer leader at Tale, and Culvor
Covington, Inter-collegiate champion run
ner, ara expected. Helen Flake, Speed'!
sweetheart, becomes Interested In the loaa
of the phonograph. Bhe suggeats to Jean
rhapln. alater of the owner of the ranch,
that aha Induce Covington, her lover, to
win back the phnnngrnph. Helen declares
that If Covington won't run, Bneed will.
Tha cowhoya are hilarious over the nroa
pect. Hpeed and hla valet, Larry dlnaa,
trainer at Tale, arrive. Helen Blake sake
Speed, who haa poaed to her aa an ath
lete, t race agalnet the Centipede man.
The rnwhoya Join In the appeal to Wnlly,
and Tearing thitt Helen will And him out,
h coneenta. He Inalat, however, that he
hall be entered aa an unknown, figuring
that Covington will arrive In time to take
CHAPTER V. Continued.
"Say no more," Speed remarked;
nt'a all right with tie!"
Fresno looked up.
"What' wrong with my singing?"
'Oh. I've Just told the girl that
you're going to run that foot race,"
Helen Interposed, hurriedly, at which
"What's wrong with my running?"
"I can beat you!"
Larry Glass nudged his employer
openly, and seemed on the verge of
hysteria. "Let him go," said he. "Let
him go; he's funny."
Speed addressed Helen, with a mag
"Suppose we allow Frex to sing this
foot race? We'll pull It off in the
"Oh, I mean It!" maintained the
tenor, stubbornly. "I 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 a little over
weight." "I'll train down."
"Perhaps if you wait until I beat
this cook, I'll take you on."
Glass broke out, in husky indigna
tion: "8ure! Get a rep. Cull, get a
rep!" Then to his employer: "Come
on. Wally, you've got to warm up."
He mounted the steps heavily with bis
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 moment's meditation,
tie observed: "Speed doesn't look like
a sprinter to me. I I'll wager he
cant' do a hundred yards In fifteen
two." "'Fifteen-two' Is cribbage," said
"Fifteen and two-fifths seconds la
what I mean."
"Is that fast?"
Fresno smiled. Indulgently, this
time. "Jean's friend Covington can go
the distance In nine and four-fifths
seconds. He's a real sprinter. I thick
this fellow is a Joke."
"Indeed he Is not! If Mr. Covington
can run as fast as that, Mr. Speed can
ran faster. He told me so."
"Oh I" Fresno looked at her curious
ly. "The world's record Is nine and
three-fifths: that's the limit of human
"I hope he doesn't Injure himself,"
breathed the girl, and the tenor wan-
Pinned the Medal Upon Hie Chest.
dered away, disgusted beyond meas
ure. Wtien be waa out of bearing he
"I'll 1x4 he ruus so slow we'll have
to wind a stop-watch ou him. Any
how, I think I'll find out something
more about this race."
Once tn his room. Mr. J. Walllag
ford Speed uutde a search for wrltlug
materlKls, wbUe 1-arry Glass over
hauled a truuk Oiled with athletic
clothing of various descriptions. There
were running-suit, rowing-suits, base,
hull and football suits, sweaters. Jer
ey. and bath robes all of which
were new and unstained. At the bot
tom CUiss discovered a box full of
bruoie and near gold emblems.
50SCE3TED B7 THE TUST HT
"Here's your medals." said he.
"Good! I'll wear them."
"Nil! You can't do that. Thofie
gals will get wise." He selected one,
and read on the reverse side, "Clerk
of the course;" another wns engraved
"Starter " All were metal badges of
some sort or other. "Vou always were
strong on the 'Reception Committee"
stuff. There' six of them," said he.
Speed pointed to the bureau.
"Try a nail-file. See If you cant
scratch off the lettering. How's this?"
He read whst he had written for the
wire. "Culver Covington, and so
forth. Come quick. First train. Na
tive Son making love to Jean. Wally.'
Ten words, and It tells the whole
story. I can hardly explain why I
want him. can I? He expects to stop
off In Omaha for a day or two. but
hell be under way In an hour after
he gets this. I hate to spoil his little
visit, but he can take that tn on his
way home. Now I'll ring for some
body, and have this taken over to the
station by the first wagon.
"Say, you better scratch this Fres
no." said Larry.
"He's hep to you."
Glass looked up at a sound, to dis
cover Marledetta, the Mexican maid.
who had come in answer to Speed'i
"In the doorway!" the trainer snld.
under his breath. "Pipe the Cuban
"You call?" inquired Marledetta of
the younger man.
"Yes, I want this telegram to go to
the depot as soon as possible."
Marledetta took the message and
turned silently, but as she went she
flushed a look at Glass which caused
that short-walsted gentleman to wink
at bis companion.
"Some frill! Eh? I'm for her! She's
strong for me, too."
"How do you know?".
"We-talked It over. I gave her a
little kiss to keep for me."
"Careful. Larry! She may bave a
cowboy sweetheart." .
Glass grunted, disparagingly.
"Them glnnys is jokes to me."
As Speed talked he clad himself In
his silken uniform, donned his spiked
shoes, and pinned the medals upon his
"How do I look? "he queried.
"Immense! If she likes athletes. It's
a walk-away for you."
"Then give me the baby-blue bath
robe with the monogram. We'll go out
and trot around a little."
But hit complacency received a
shock as he stepped out upon the ve
randa. Not only Helen Blake awaited
blm. but the other gtrla as well, while
out In front were a dozen or more cow
boys whom Fresno had rallied.
"Coin' to take a little run. eh?" In
quired Stover. "We allowed we'd lay
off a few minutes and watch you."
"Yes." Fresno spoke up. "I told
the boys we'd better hold a stop-watch
on you and seo what shape you're In."
"A stop-watch?" said Glass, sharply,
"Yes. I have one."
"Not today." said Speed's trainer.
"No!" he admonished, as his protege
turned upon him. "Some other time.
mebbe. You're Just off a long trip
and I can't risk gettin' you stove up.'
"Tomorrow, perhaps." urged Fres
"I wouldn't promise.
"Then the next day. I've timed lots
of men. The watch Is correct."
"Let's see it." Glass held out his
"Oh, it's a good watch. It cost me
one hundred and twenty-five dollars."
As Glass reached for the timepiece
an unfortunate accident occurred.
Speed struck bis elbow, and the watch
fell. Fresno dove for It, then held it
to his car and shook It.
"You've broken It!" be cried, accus
ingly. "Oh. I'm sorry! My fuult." Speed
"If tt waa your fault, muybe you'll
fix It." suggested the tenor.
"Gladly!" Speed turned to his train
er. "Buy a new alurm-clock for our
little friend." He stripped off his bath
robe, and banded it to his trainer. "Is
she looking at me?" he whispered.
"Both eye, big as saucers."
Speed settled his spikes into the
dirt as he had seen other sprinters do.
set himself for an Instant, then loped
easily uround the house and out of
To the cowboys this athletic pan
oply was vastly Impressive. With
huge satisfaction they noticed the
sleeveless shirt, the loose running
trunks, and, above all. the generous
display of medals. With a wtld yell of
delight they broke out upon the trail
of their champion, only to have Glass
tbrutt his corpulent body In their
path. With an upfiung arm be stem
med the tide.
"It's no use, boys." be cried, be' a
HIS doosnl look tnnrh ft
our storehouse, does It?"
Jean paused In her task,
and, seating herself upon
the summit of a step-ladder
scrutinized with satisfaction
the transformation wrought
by a myriad of college flags,
sofa cushions, colored
shawls, and bunting.
Roberta Kenp dropped her hammer
with an exclamation of pain.
Oucb!" ahe cried, "I've hurt my
thumb. I enn't hit where I look when
people are talking."
Why don't you pin them up?"
queried Miss Blake sweetly. "A ham
mer Is so dangerous."
Mrs. Keap mumbled something, but
her enunciation was Indistinct, owing
to the fact that ber thumb waa to ber
mouth. Helen finished tying a o
of ribbon upon the leg of a stool,
patted It Into proper form, then snld:
"It looka cheerful."
"And restful," added Jean.
"Oh dear!" Jean descended from her
precarious position and admitted. "I'm
All that morning the three had la
bored, busily transforming the store
room Into training-quarters for Speed,
who had declared that such things
were not only customary but neces
sary. To be sure, it adjoined the bunk
room, where the rowboys slept, and
there were no gymnastic appliances to
give It character, but It Wis the only
space available, and what It lacked In
horizontal bars, dumb-bells, and In
dian clubs It more than compensated
for by a cosey-corner, a window-seat,
and many cushions. Speed bad ex
pressed his delight with the idea, an J
agreed to wait for a glimpse of it.
Of all the denizens of the Flying
Heart but two failed to enter tully In
to the spirit of the thing. Berke ey
Fresno looked on with a cynici.-m
which he was too wise to'display be
fore Miss Blake. Seeing the lady of
his dreams monopolized by a rival.
however, inspired him to sundry activ-
lties. and be spent much of his time
among the cowboys, whom he found
profitable to the point of mystery.
Mrs. Keep, the youthful chaperon,
seemed likewise mastered by some
private trouble, and puzzled her com
panions vaguely. Helen reported that
she did not sleep, and once Jean found
her crying softly. She seemed, more
over, to be apprehensive, in a tremul-
"You'll Be a Dead Athlete If You
Don't Beat This Cook."
ous, reasonless way; but when with
friendly sympathy they brought the
subject up, she dismissed it. In spite
of secret tears, she had lent willing
bands to the decoration of the gym
nasium, and now nursed her swollen
thumb with surprising good nature.
"Shall we let them In?" she in
quired. "We have done all we can."
"Yes; we have finished."
In a flutter of anticipation Jean and
Helen put the final touches to their
task, while Mrs. Keap stepped to the
door and called Speed.
He came at once, followed by Larry
Glass, who, upon grasping the scheme
of decoration, smote his brow and bal
anced dizzily upon his heels. Speed
wan lost in admiration.
It's wonderful!" ejaculated the
young athlete. "Those college (lags
give it Just tbe right touch. And see
Glass regained his voice sufficiently
to murmur, sarcastically. "Say, ain't
this a swell-looking drum?"
Berkeley Fresno, drawn by the Irre
sistible magnetism of Miss Blnke's
presence, wandered In and ran his
eyes over the room.
"Why all the colors?" asked he.
"You can sing best where there Is
piano. I can train btst under tbo
shadow of college emhlems. I am a
"You'll be a dead athlete It you
don't beat this cook." The Cullforn.nn
"Indeed!" exclaimed his rival, air
ily. "Thul'a what I remarked. Iid tliry
tell you what happened to Humpy Juu,
"It must have been; an accident
Judging from his name." At whlcfc
Miss Blake tittered. She was growing
to enjoy these passages at arms; they
thrilled her vaguely.
"The only accident connected wltf
tho affair waa that Still Bill and Wil
lie didn't have their guns."
Glass started nervously. "Did ttu
rummies want to shoot him?" bo In
"Certainly." suld Fresno, "tie lost i
In spite of bis assurance, J. Walllus
ford Speed felt a tremor ot anxlct.'
but he laughed it off. saying:
"One would think a foot-race in tb;l
country was a ptarl necklace."
'These cowboys ain't good losiin
ah?" queried Class.
"It's win or die out here." '
TO SB CO.NT1NVKUJ
Cowboys of the Flying Heart ranch ere
heartbroken over the lout of their muoh
prlsed phonograph by the defeat of their
champion In a foot-race with tha cook of
tho Centipede ranch. A houae party la
on at the Klylng Henrt. J. Wallingford
Speed, cheer leader at Tale, and Culver
Covington, Inter-cnlleaiate champion run
er, are expected. Helen Blake. Hpeed'
aweethenrt. becomes Intcreated In the loaa
of the phonograph. She uggrs to Jean
Chapln. ilaifr of the owner of the ranch,
that ehe Induce Covington, her lover, to
win bark the phonogrnph. Helen declare
that If Covington won't run. Hpeed will.
The coa-toy are hllrtrlmm over the jiroa
pect. Bpeed and Me valet. I.arrv Qlaaa.
trnlner at Tale, arrive. Helen l'.lHke aek
leed. who- haa poned to her h an ath
lera, to race agnlnet the Centipede man.
Tha rowhoya Join tn the eppenl to Wnlly,
and fearing that Helen will And him out.
he ronvenla. He Inalats. however, thnt he
hnl! he entered an an unknown, figuring
that Covington will arrive In time to tnke
his plaee. Speed begins training under
CHAPTER VI. Continued.
During the ensuing pause Mrs. Keap
took occasion to call Speed aside.
"I have something to contribute to the
training-quarters If you will help me
bring it out." said she.
The young nun bowed. "Most glad
ly." "We'll be back in a little while."
the chaperon announced to the oth
ers, and a moment later, when she and
Speed had reached the veranda ot the
house, rhe paused.
"I I want to speak to you." she
b?gan. hesitatingly. "It was Just an
Wally looked at her with concern,
for it was plain that she was deeply
"What Is it?"
"I have been trying to get a word
alone with you ever since I heard
about tbls foot-race." The young man
chilled with apprehension as Mrs.
Keap turned her dark eyes upon him
searchlngly. "Why do you want to
"To win back the cowboys' treas
ure. My heart is touched," he de
clared, boldly. Mrs. Keap smiled.
I "i believe the latter, but are you
sure you can win?"
"I didn't know you were a sprin
ter." Speed shrugged his shoulders.
"Have you had experience?"
"Oceans of it!"
Mrs. Keap mused for a moment
"Tell me," said she, finally, "at what
Inter-collegiate game did you run
N didn't run last; I ran first" It
was Impossible to resent the boy's
' "Then at what game did you last
run? I hope I'm not too curious?"
"Oh no, not at all!" Speed stam
"Or, if It is easier, at what college
games did you first run?" Mrs. Keap
waa laughing openly now.
"Why the clear, rluglng, rippling
laughter?" asked the young man, to
cover bis confusion.
"Because I think it Is very funny."
"Oh, you do!" Speed took refuge be
hind an attitude of unbending dignity,
but the young widow would have none
"I know all about you," said she.
"You are a very wonderful person, of
course; you are a delightful fellow at
a house-party, and a most suitable In
dividual generally, but you are no an
athlete, in spite of those beau.iful
clothes tn your trunk."
"Who told you?"
"I didn't know you two were ac-
Mrs. Keap flushed. "He told me all
about you long ago. You wear all the
athletic clothes, you know all the talk
rcu have tried to make the team a
dozen times, but you are not even a
substitute. You are merely the Var
sity cheerleader. Culver calls you
the head yf-ller.' "
"Columbus has discovered our con
titent!" said Speed. "You are a very
wtt-e chaperon, end you must have a
corking memory lor names, but even
a ht ad-yeller Is better thn a glee-club
ciiarter back." He noduVd toward the
bunk house, whence they had come.
"Vou haven't told anybody?"
" 'Yet.' " he quoted. "The futurity
ihiplled in that word disturbs me.
Suppose you and I keep it for a little
secret? Becrete are very delightful
"Ikin't you fouslder your action de
ceitful?" "Not at all. My motto U 'We strive
' Think cf Helen "
"That's It: I ton't think or any
thing !' She'-' mad about athletics,
and I bad to do something to stand off
this weight lifting tenor."
"(a it any wonder a woman distrusts
every man the meits?" mused the
cha'jeron. "Helen might forgive you.
"Oh. It's not that bi d I know what
I ni Colcg "
'Vou atll tauae rbtfe cowboy to
U4 lot a-ore money .
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"Not at all. When Culver arrive"
"Oh, that I what I want to talk
over with you," Mrs. Keap broke In,
"Then It Isn't about the foot-race?
You are not angry?" Speed brightened
"I'm not exactly angry; I'm sur
prised and grieved. Of course, I can't
forgive deceit I dare say I am more
particular than moat people."
"But you won't tell?" Mrs. Keap In
dicated in some subtle manner that
she was not above making terms,
whereupon her companion declared,
warmly: "I'm yours for life! Ask
me for my watch, my right eye, any
thing! I'll give It to you!"
"I assure you I sha'n't ask anything
so important as that, but I shall ask
"Name it and it Is yours!" Speed
wrung the hand Bhe offered.
"And perhaps I can do more than
keep silent although I don't see what
good It will do. Perhaps I can help
"Gruclous ady, all I ark Is that you
thrust out your foot and trip up
Berkeley Fresno whenever he starts
toward her. Put him out of the play,
and I shall be tha happiest man in
"Now, In what way can I serve
Mrs. Keap became embarrassed,
while the same shadowy trouble that
had been observed of late settled upon
"I simply bate to ask It." she said,
"but I suppose I must. There seems
to be no other way out of It." Turn
ing to him suddenly, she said. In a
low. Intense voice: "I I'm In trou
ble, Mr. Speed, such dreadful trou
ble!" "Oh. I'm so sorry!" be answered
her, with genuine solicitude. "You
needn't have made any conditions. 1
would have done anything I could for
"That's very kind, for I don't like
our air of conspiracy, but" Mrs. Keap
was wringing her slender hands "I
Just can't tell the girls. You you can
Speed allowed her time to grow
calm, when she continued:
"I I am engaged to be married."
"Not at all," said the young widow,
wretchedly. "That is the awful part
ot it. I am engaged to two men!" She
turned her brown eyes full upon him;
they were strained and tragic.
Speed felt himself Impelled to laugh
immoderately, but Instead be ob
served, in a tone to relieve ber anx
iety: "Nothing unusual in that; It has
been done before. Even I bave been
prodigal with my affections. What can
I do to relieve tbe congestion?"
"Please don't make light of tt It
means so much to me. 1 I'm in love
with Jack Chapin."
"Yes. When I came here I thought
I cared for somebody else. Why, I
wanted to come here Just because I
knew that that somebody else had
been Invited too, and we could be to
gether." "And he couldn't come "
"Wait! And then, when I got here.
1 met Jack Chapin. That was less than
a week ago, and yet in that short time
I have learned that be is tbe only
mun I can ever love tbe one man In
all the world."
"And you can't accept because you
have a previous engagement I aee!
Jove! It' quite dramatic. But I dont
"Mr. .Speed Coin to Live Herr In-quii-ed
so why you are so excited? If the
other chap Isn't coming "
"But be is! That is what makes It
so dreadful! If those two men should
meet" Mr. Keap buried her face lu
her hands and shuddered "there
would be a tragedy, tbey are both so
frightfully Jealous." She began to
tremble, and Speed laid a comforting
band upon ber shoulder.
"I think you must be eaclting your
self uuduly." said be. "Join's other
friend (ttdnt omie. There' coboft?
due now but Culver Cov "
"That's who it Is!" Roberta raised
her pallid facets the young man fell
"Culver! Great Scott! Why, b
"Nothing! I I " Speed paused,
at an utter Ions for words.
"You see, he'll discover the truth."
."Does he know you are here?"
"No. I Intended to surprise him. t
was Jealous. I couldn't bear to think
of his being here with other girls
men are so deceitful! That' why f
consented to act as chaperon to Helen.
And now to think that I should have
met my fate In Jack Chapin!"
"I see. You want me to break tha
news to Culver."
"Not no!" Mrs. Keap waa aghast.
"If be even suspected the truth he'd
become a raging lion. Oh, I've bna
quite distracted ever since Jack left!"
"Welt, what am I to do? You must
bave some part laid out for me?"
"I have. A desperate situation de
mands a desperate remedy. I've lost
all conscience. That's why I agreed to
protect you if you'd protect me."
"Culver is your friend."
"We're closer than a chord In O."
"Then you must wire blm "
"Not to come."
"What!" J. Wallingford Speed start
ed as if a wasp had stung blm.
"You -must wire blm at once not to
come. I don't care what excuse you
give, but stop blm. Stop him!"
Speed reached for a pillar; be -felt
that the porch waa spinning slowly
beneath his feet.
"Oh, see here, now! I can't do that!"
"You promised!" cried Mrs. Keap,
fiercely. "I have tried to think of
something to tell him, but I'm toa
"Yes, but but I want blm here
for this foot-race." Wally wallowed'
"Foot-race!" stormed the widow. In
dignantly. "Would you allow an insig
nificant thing like a foot-race to wreck1
a human life? Two human llvesl
"Can't you wire him?"
Mrs. Keap stamped her foot. "If he
dreamed I was here he would hire a
special train. No! It must come front
you. You are his best friend."
"What can I say?" demanded the
bewildered Speed, unhappily.
"I don't care what you say, I don't
care what you do only do something,
and do it quickly before be has time
to leave Chicago." Then sensing the
hesitation in her companion's face:
"Or perhaps you prefer to have Helen
know the deceit you bave practiced
upon her? And I fancy these cowboy
would resent the Joke, don't you?
What do you think would happen If
they discovered their champion to be
merely a cheer-leader with a trunkful
of new clothes. i.kJio Tant do a sin
gle out-door sport not one?"
"Walt!" Speed mopped his brow
with a red and blue silk handkerchief.
"I'll do my best."
"Then I shall do my part." And
Mrs. Keap, who could not bear decep
tion, turned and went Indoors while J.
Wallingford Speed, a prey to sundry
misgivings, stumbled down the steps,,
hi head in a whirl.
ERKELEY FRESNO waa Oe
votlng himself to Mis
"What do you think ot
our decorations?" she . In
quired. "They are more or les
athletic," be declared, "Wa
it Mr. S need's idea?"
"Yes. He wanted training quarters."
"It's a Joke, isn't it?"
"I don't think so. Mr. Fresno, why
do you dislike Mr. Speed?"
Fresno bent a warm glance upon the
questioner. "Don't you know?"
Helen shook her head with bland'
Innoct nee. "Then you do dislike
"No, Indeed! I like him he makes'
me luugh." Helen bridled loyally.
"Did you see those medals he wore,
yeiterday?" the young man queried.
"Of course, and I thought them
"How were they Inscribed? He
wouldn't let me examine them."
"Naturally. If I had trophies Ilka
that I would guard thorn too."
Fresno nodded, musingly. "I gave
"Oh, are you an athlete?"
"No. but I timed a foot-race once.
They gave me a beautiful nearly
bronze emblem so that I could get In
to the Infield."
"And did you win?"
"No! no! I didn't run! Don't you.
understand? I was an oRlcial." Fresno
was vexed at the girl's luck of percep-'
tton. "I'm not an alhb-te, Misa Blake.
I'm Just an ordinary sort of chap." He
led tier to a seat, while Jean enlisted
the aid of Larry Gluss and completed
the finishing touches to the decora
tions. "Athletics don't do a fellow any
good after be leaves college. I'm go
ing Into business this full. Have you
ever been to California?" Mis Blak
admitted that she had never been so
fur, and Fresno launched himself upon
a glowing description of hi native
ttate; but before he could shape tb
conversation to a po'nl where bk
hearer might perclutice eapreae a de.
sir to see It wonder. Still Bill Sto
ver thrust his head cautiously through
the door to the bunk-house, and a
lowed an admiring eye to rove ovet
"Look like a bazaar!" he exclaimed.
"What the Idea?"
"Tralnln' quarters," said Glass.
"Mr. Speed join' to live here?" Its
quired the foreman, bringing the rej
oialnrter of bis lanky body Into view.
(TO BE CONTlJitfXn.)