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Going Some A ROMANCE OF STRENUOUS
iw, by the play by 'fc£ ''^Krnou®RAULARMSTRONG de* zvr Bek Sjnltti SYNOPSIS. Cowboys of tho Flying Heart ranch are heartbroken over the loss of their much prized phonograph by the defeat of their champion in a foot-race with the cook of the Centipede ranch A house party is on at the Flying Heart. J. Wallingford Bpeed, cheer leader at Yale, and Culver Covington, inter-collegiate champion run ner, are expected. Helen Blake, Speed’s sweetheart. becomes interested in the loss of the phonograph. She suggests to Jean Chapin, sister of the owner of the ranch, that she Induce Covington, her lover, to win back the phonograph. Helen declares that if Covington won’t run. Speed will. The cowboys are hilarious over the pros pect. Speed and his valet, Larry Glass, trainer at Yale, arrive. Helen Blake asks Speed, who has posed to her as an ath lete, to race against the Centipede man. The cowboys Join in the appeal to Wally, and fearing that Helen will And him out. he .'onsents. He insists, however, that he ■hall be entered as an unknown, figuring that Covington will arrive In time to take his place. Speed begins training under Glass’s direction. The ladles fix up train ing quarters for Speed. CHAPTER Vll.—ontinued. *‘No, indeed,” Jean corrected, “he will merely use this room to train In. ' “How do you train In a room?” Stover asked her. “Why, you—just train, I suppose.” Miss Chapin turned to Glass. “How does a person train In a room?” “Why, he—just trains, that’s all. A guy can’t train without trainin’ quar ters, can ho?” “We thought it would make a nice gymnasium,” offered Miss Blake. “Looks like business.” Stover’s ad miration was keen. “I rode over to Gallagher’s place last night and laid our bets.” “How much have you wagered?” asked Fresno. “More’n we can afford to lose.” "But you aren’t going to lose.” Miss Blake said, enthusiastically. “I got Gallagher to play some rec ords for me.” “‘Silas on Fifth Avenue’?” "Sure! And The Holy City,’ too! Willie stayed out by the barb-wire fence; he didn’t dast to go in. When I come out I found him ready to cry. That desperado has sure got the heart of a woman. 1 reckon he’d commit murder for that phonograph—he’s so full of sentiment.” Fresno spoke sympathetically. “It’B a fortunate thing for you fel lows that Speed came when he did. I'm anxious for him to beat this cook, and I hate to see him so careless with his training.” “Careless!” cried Helen. "What’s he done?” Inquired Stover “Nothing, ho far. That’s the trouble He’s sure he can win, but”—Fresno ■hook his head, doubtfully—“there’s ■uch a thing as overconfidence. No matter how good a man may be, he should take care of himself.” “What’s wrong with his trainin’?” demanded Glass. “I think he ought to have more rest, ft’s too noisy around the house; he can’t get enough sleep.” “Nor anybody else,” agreed Glass, meaningly; “there’s too much Bingin’.” “That’s funny,” said Stover. “Music “Ain't He No Champeen?” soothes me, no matter how bad It Is. Last night when we come back from the Centipede Mr. Fresno was slngln' ■Dearie,’ but I dozed right off In the middle of It. An* It’s the same way with cattle. They like It. It’s part of a man’s duty when he’s night-ridin' a herd to pizen the atmosphere with melody.” . “We can’t afford to spoil Speed’s chances," argued the young man “There Is too much at stake. Am 1 sight, Mr. Glass?" Now, like moat fat men, Lawrence By Rex Beach Glass was fond of his rest, and since his arrival at the Flying Heart his sleeping-hours had been shortened con siderably, so for once he agreed with the Californian. “No question about it,” said he. “And I’ll sleep here with him If you’ll put a couple of cots in the place.” “But suppose Mr. Speed won’t do it?” questioned Miss Blake. “You ask him, and ho won’t refuse,” said Jean. “We don't want to see him defeat ed,” urged Helen’s other suitor; at which the girl rose, saying doubtfully: “Of course I’ll do my best. If you think it’s really Important.” “Thank you,” said Stover gratefully, while Fresno congratulated himself upon an easy victory. The two girls took Speed's 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 he and Stover were alone. “Leave it to us. And as for gettln’ up, we turn out at daylight. I don’t reckon he could sleep none after that if he tried.” Stover pointed to the Btriped elastic coils of the exerciser against the wall. "I didn’t want to speak about It while they was here,” said he, “but one of them young ladles lost her garters.” “That’s not a pair of garters, that’s a chest-weight.” "Jest wait for what?” •'Chest-weight—chest-developer.” “Oh!” Stover examined the device curiously. “I thought a chest-develop er came In a bottle.” Fresno explained the operation of the apparatus, at which the cowman remarked, admiringly: “That young feller is all right, ain’t he?” “Think so?” “Sure! Don't you?” Fresno explained his doubts by a crafty lift of his brows and a shrug. “1 thought so—at first.’ Stovur wheeled upon him abruptly “What’s wrong?” “Oh, nothing.” After a pause the foreman remarked, vaguely: “He’s the intercolleglt chain peen of Yale.” “Oh no, hardly that, or I would have heard of him.” "Ain’t he no champeen?” “Champion of the running broad smile and the half-mile talk perhaps.” “Ain’t he a foot-runner?” "Perhaps. I’ve never seen him run, but I have my doubts.” “Good Lord!” moaned Stover, weak ly. “He may be the best sprinter in the country, mind you. but I’ll lay a little bet that he can’t run a 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 ain’t got no time. We’ve made thiß race 'pay or play,’ a 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. “I—l guess I’ll tell Willie and the boys,” vouchsafed Bill apprehensively. “NoI no! Don’t breathe a word I’ve said to you. He may be a cracker jack, and I wouldn’t do him an injus tice for the world. All the same, I wish he hadn’t broken my stop-watch.” “D’ you think he broke it a-pur pose?” “What do you think?” Stover mopped the sweat from his brow. “Can’t we time him with a ordinary watch 7” “Sure. We can take yours. It won’t be exact, but —”' ”1 ain’t got no watch. I bet mine last night at the Centipede. Willie’s got one, though.” “Mind you, he may be all right,” Fresno repeated, reassuringly; then hoaring the object of their discussion approaching with his trainer, the two strolled out through the bunkroom, Stover a prey to a new-born suspicion, Fresno musing to himself that diplo macy was not a lost art. "You’re a fine friend, you are I” THE CHEYENNE RECORD. Speed exploded, when he and Glass were Inside the gymnasium. "What made you say ‘yes?’" "I had to.” "Rot, Larry! You played Into Fresno’s hands deliberately! Now I’ve got to spend my evenings In bed while he sits In the hammock and sings ‘Dearie.’ ’’ He shook his head gloomily. "Who knows what may happen?” "It will do you good to get some sleep, Wally.” "But 1 don’t want to sleep!" cried the exasperated suitor. "I want to make love. Do you think I came all the way from New York to sleep? I can do that at Yale.” “Take it from me. 80, you’ve got plenty of time to win that dame. Eight hours is a workin’ day anywhere.” Glass chuckled. “The whole thing Is a hit. Look at this joint, for instance." He took in their surroundings with a comprehensive gesture. “It looks about as much like a gymnasium as I look like a contortionist Why don’t you get a Morris chair and a mandolin?” ‘There are two reasons,” said Speed, facetiously. "First, it takes an athlete to get out of a Morris chair; and. sec ond, a mandolin has proved to be many a young man’s ruin.” Glass examined the bow of ribbon upon the lonesome piece of exercising apparatus. “It looks like the tralnln’-stable for the Colonial Dames. What a yelp this place would be to Covington or any other athlete.” “It is not an athletic gymnasium.” Speed smiled as he lighted a cigarette. “It is a romantic gymnasium. As Socrates once observed —” “Socrates! I’m hep to him,” Glass Carara Followed With a Huge Wood en Tub. interrupted, quickly “I trained n Greek professor once and got wised up on all that stuff. Socrates was the —the Hemlock Kid." "Exactly! As Socrates, the Hem lock Kid, deftly put It, 'in hoc signa ture vintage.’ " "1 don’t get you.” "That is archaic Scandinavian, and. translated, means, ‘Love cannot thrive without her bower.’ ” "No answer to that telegram yet, eh?” "Hardly time.” “Better wire Covington again, hadn’t you? Mebbe he didn’t get it?” “I promised Mrs. Keap that I would, but —” Speed lost himself abruptly In speculation, for he did not know ex- TWO OPINIONS AS TO MERIT Mr. Blank’* Verdict on Dancer Did Not at All Agree With That Expressed by Hl* Wife. At a social gathering a bachelor ■with a somewhat satirical opinion of feminine prejudice approached a party of women who happened to be speak ing of plays and players they had seen during the last season in New York. "By the way,” he ventured casually, "did any of you go to see Gaby Des Lys while you were there?" "We saw her in London," replied Mrs. Blank. "What did you think of her?" "Oh, she was positively nil. She couldn't sing or dance and she was so bold that Mr. Blank and I were both disgusted as well as disappointed," came the ready criticism. The topic changed and the bachelor excused himself to join the men In an other room His curiosity was arous ed. and finding Mr. Blank’s ears not directly engaged, he singled him out for a chat. “You saw Gaby’ Dob Lys In London, did you not?” he began. “Gaby?” responded Mr. Blank with a sudden Impetus of interest "Yeß, 1 saw her In London and I sneaked off and saw her again In New York. too. She oertalnly Is a peach!” Knew Hl* Time Was Coming. Louis Browning, who Is noted as a writer and traveler, and who denies that he Is a hypochondriac, has a headache every morning at 11 o'clock. actly how to manage this unexpected complication. Of one thing only wan he certain; It would require some thought "Say, Wally, suppose Covington don’t come?" "Then I shall sprain my ankle," said the other. "Hello! What In the world—" Still Bill Stover and Willie came Into the room carrying an armful of lum ber. Behind them followed Carara with a huge wooden tub, and Cloudy rolling a kerosene barrel.” “Where do you want It, genta?” inquired the foreman. “Where do we want what?” “The shower-bath.” “Shower— I didn’t order a shower bath!” “No; but we aim to make it as pleas ant for you as we can.” “If there is anything I abhor, it’s a shower-bath!” exclaimed the athlete. "You just got to have one. Mr. Fresno said all this gymnasium lacked was a shower-bath, a pair of scales, and a bulletin board. He said you’d eure need a bath after workln’ that chest-developer. We ain't got no scales, nor no board, but we’ll toggle up some sort of a bath "for you. The blacksmith’s makln’ a squlrter to go on the bar’l.” “Very well, put It wherever you wish. I sha’n’t use it." “I wouldn’t overlook nothin’, if 1 was you,” said Willie, in even milder tones that Stover had used. “You overwhelm me with these lit tle attentions,” retorted Mr. Speed. “Where you goin’ to run today ?” In quired the first speaker. “I don’t know. Why?” “We thought you might tea hun dred yards agin time.” “Nix!” Interposed Glass, hurriedly. “I can’t let him overdo at the start Besides, we ain’t got no stop-watch." "1 got a reg’lar watch,” said Willie, “and I can catch you pretty close. We’d admire to see you travel some, Mr. Speed.” But Glass vowed that he was in charge of his protege’s health, and would not permit it. Once outside, however, he exclaimed: “That’s more of Fresno’s work, Wally I I tell you. he’s Jerry. He’ll rib them pirates to clock you, and if they do—well, you’d better keep runnin’, that’s all." “You can do me a favor," said Speed. “Buy that watch." “There’s other watches on the farm." “Buy them all, and bring me the bill.” Before setting out on his dally grind, Speed announced to his train er that he had decided to take him along for company, and when that corpulent gentleman rebelled on the ground that the day was too sultry, his employer would have none of it, so together they trotted away later in the morning, Speed in his silken suit, Glass running flat-footed and with great effort. But once safely bidden from view, they dropped into a walk, and selecting a favorable resting place, paused. Speed lighted a cigarette, Glass produced a deck of cards from his pocket, and they played seven-up Having covered five miles in this ex hausting fashion, they returned to the ranch in time for luncheon. Both ate heartily, for the exerclso had agreed with them. (TO BE CONTINUED.) No matter how well he may eel In th i early morning hours, or how brightly the sun may shine or how gorgeously the flowers may bloom, Loulb Is there every day with that 11 o’clock headache. One morning a friend of his called him on the tele phone In his Washington office at about 16 minutes before 11, and, In the course of the conversation, asked him how he felt. ‘‘Bully right no," replied Brown low, “but In 16 minutes there won’t be five people In this city feeling any worse than I will."—The Popular Mag azine. Revolving Housea A Parisian Inventor has conceived the Idea of having small houses which will turn on their axes built In coun try districts for Invalids, thus furnish ing a change of Beene, of light, and of air. There Is, he thinks, no reason why some rooms should always get the sunlight and the remainder be always damp and unhealthy. The idea Is not entirely new. Some years ago a revolving house was built In Normandy The door was constructed of thin boards which glided over each other as the house was turned. On one occasion those boards spread out like an opened fan, closing the exit The Inmate, terrified by his experi ence, had the house pulled down.— Harper’B Weekly. Queerness of It. "The baby takes after his father." “Strange!” ■ "Why strange?” "A father like' that baby’s got sel dom leaves anything after him for anybody to taka.” MOTHER! LOOK AT CHILD'S TONGUE If cross, feverish, constipated, give “California Syrup of Figs” A laxative today saves a slclt child tomorrow. Children simply will not take the time from play to empty their bowels, which become clogged up with waste, liver gets sluggish; stomach Bour. Look at the tongue, mother! If coat ed, or your child Is listless, cross, fev erish, breath bad. restless, doesn’t eat heartily, full of cold or has sore throat or any other children’s ailment, give a teaspoonful of “California Syrup of Figs,” then don't worry, because It is perfectly harmless, and in a few hours all this constipation poison, sour bile and fermenting waste will gently move out of the bowels, and you have a well, playful child again. A thor ough “Inside cleansing” is oftimes all that is necessary. It should be the first treatment given In any sickness. • Beware of counterfeit fig syrups. Ask at the store for a 50-cent bottle of "California Syrup of Figs,” which has full directions for babies, children of all ages and for grown-ups plainly printed on the bottle. Adv. Human Nature. The charities of the late Timothy D. Sullivan made him beloved in New fork’s East side. But these charities also gave Mr. Sullivan an Insight into human na ture, and he would sometimes say with a wry smile: * . “Give a poor man help and he’ll love you for a week. At the end of that time he’ll hate you because you don’t give him more help.” Charity. Charity begins at home, and often ends there. It is usually divided Into two kinds, namely, public and private. Public charity consists of a salaried office force and a subscription list. Pri vate charity is what we give when we don’t know what to do with the sur plus. There is also a species of charity known as genuine. Inasmuch, how ever, as it is never advertised in the newspapers, scarcely anything is known about it. Not Keeping to Schedule. Doctor —From now you may let your husband have a glass of beer every day. You understand? Wife—Yes. doctor —just one glass a. day. Doctor (a week later) —Now, I hope you have kept strictly to that one glass per day that I allowed your hus bany to take? Wife—Most decidedly, doctor —only he Is four weeks in advance with his allowance. The Other Way. “Donald MacMillan, who Is to mar ry Marie Peary, the 'snow baby,’ Is an extremely temperate lad. Hence his success as an explorer.” The speaker, a member of the fa mous Philadelphia Geographical so ciety, smiled and resumed: “MacMillan has no patience with drink victims —no patience either with them or their excuses. I once heard him say to a sailor who bad suc cumbed: “ ‘No, no, Jack. He who says mis fortune drove him to drink is putting the cart before the horse.’ ” FAMILY OF FIVE All Drank Coffee From Infancy. It is a common thing in this country to see whole families growing up with nervous systems weakened by coffee drinking. That is because many parents do not realize that coffee contains a drug —caffeine —which caua is the trouble. 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