Texhoma Argus. (Texhoma, Okla.), Vol. 6, No. 47, Ed. 1 Thursday, November 20, 1913 Page: 4 of 12
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THE ARGUS, TEXHOMA, OKLAHOMA
A DOMANCE OF
SWGEOTD BY THZTWBT
COPYRIGHT 1910 BT H/YRFTTR ST BROTHERS
Cowboys of the 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. Walllngford
Speed, cheer leader at Yale. And Culver
Covington. Inter collegiate champion run-
ner, are expected. Helen Blake, Speed s
sweetheart. becomes Interested In the loss
or the phonograph. She suggests to Jean
(Thapln, 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 Certlpede man.
The cowboys Join In the appeal to Wally.
and fearing that Helen will find hlrn out,
he consent*. He Insists, however, that he
■hall be entered as an unknown, figuring
that Covington wm arrive In time to take
his place. Fresno, glee club singer from
Stanford university and In love with
Helen, tries to discredit. Speed with the
ladles and the cowboys. Speed and Glass
fiut In the time they are supposed to be
raining playing cards In a secluded spot.
The cowboys explain to Speed how much
the race means to them. Speed assures
them he will do his best. The cowboys
tell Glass it Is up to him to see that Speed
wins the race. Willie, the gunman, de-
clares the trainer will go back east pack-
«d In lee, If Speed falls. A telegram comes
from Covington saying he Is In Jail at
Omaha for ten days. Glass In a pahlc
forces Speed to begin training In earnest.
Speed declares to T^arry that the be«t way
out Is for him (Speed) to Injure himself.
Glass won't stand for it. Glass forces
Speed out at sunrise to practice running
Along the road toward the ranch
buildings plodded two dusty pedes-
trians, one a blond youth bundled
thickly in sweaters, the other a fat
man who rolled heavily, and paused
now and then to mop his purple face.
Both were dripping as if from an im-
mersion, while the air about the latter
▼ibrated with heat waves. They both
stumbled as they walked, and it was
only by the strongest effort of will
that they propelled themselves. As
"He's Detained at Omaha for Ten
they neared the corner of the big, low-
lying ranch-house, already reflecting
the hot glare of the morning sun, a
man's clear tenor voice came to them
"The volley was fired at sunrise.
Just at the break of day"—
"Did you get that?" one of the two
exclaimed hoarsely. "They're practic-
ing a death-march, and it's ours."
"And as the echoes lingered,
Bla soul had paused aw ay." _
"That's you, Wally!" wheezed the
'Into the arms of his Maker,
There to learn his fate"—
"Here, what are you singing about?"
angrily protested Speed, as he round-
ed into view.
"Oh, it's Mr. Speed!"
"Good-morning!" chorused Helen
and the chaperon.
"Welcome to our city!" Fresno
Glass tottered to the steps. "Them
songs," he puffed, "is bad for a man
when he's trainin'; they get him all
"We had no idea you would be back
so soon," apologized Helen.
"Soon!" Speed measured the dis-
tance to a wicker chair, gave It up,
and sank beside his trainer. "We left
yesterday! We've run miles and miles
"You can't be In very good shape,"
volunteered the singer.
"Oh, is that so?" Glass retorted. "I
say he's great He got my goat—and
I'm some runner."
"And I'd be obliged to you If you'd
cut out those deeply appealing songs."
Speed glowered at his rival.
It was Helen who hastened to
"It's all my fault I asked Mr. Fres-
no to sing something new."
"Bah! That was written by Wil-
"No more of them battle-hymns,"
Glass ordered. "They don't do Mr.
Speed no good."
"All I want is a drink." panted that
youthful athlete, and Helen rose quick-
ly, saying that she would bring Ice-
"But the trainer barked sharply:
"Nix! I've told you that twenty
times, Wally. It *11 put hob-nails in
your liver." He rose with difficulty,
swaying upon his feet, and where he
had sat was a large, irregular shaped,
Bweat-dampened area. "Come on!
Don't get chilled."
"I'd give twenty dollars for a good
chill!" exclaimed the overheated col-
lege man longingly.
"I would like to see you a moment,
Mr. Speed." Roberta rose from the
"Oh, and I've forgotten my—" Helen
checked her words with a startled
glance toward the kitchen. "It will
be burned to a crisp." She hastened
down the porch, and Fresno followed,
while Speed looked after them.
"He must be an awful nuisance to
a nice girl. Think of a fat sandy-
haired husband in a five-room flat
with pink wall-paper 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. Heap Inquired, ea-
"Have you hoard from Culver?"
"Didn't you know about it?" Speed
Roberta shook her dark head
"He'8 in—he's detailed at Omaha
for ten days. 1 fixed It"
The overwrought widow dropped
back into the hammock, crying weak-
"Oh, you dear, good boy!"
"YeB, I'm all of that. I—I suppose
I'd be missed II—anything happened
"How ever did you manage It?"
"Never mind the details. It took
Mrs. Keap wrung her hands. "I
was so terribly frightened! You see,
Jack will be back to-morrow, and I
There was a call from Glass from
"How can I ever do enough for you?
You have averted a tragedy!"
"Don't let Helen know, that's all. If
she thought I'd been the head yeller—"
"I won't breathe a word, and I
hope you win the race for her sake."
Mrs. Keap pressed the hand of her
deliverer, who trudged his lonely way
toward the gymnasium, where Glass
" 'The volley was fired at sunrise.'
That means Saturday, Bo."
"Larry, you're the best crape-hanger
of your weight In the world."
Larry bent a look of open disgust
upon his employer.
"And you're a good runner, you are,"
said he. "Why, I beat you this morn-
The younger man glanced up hope-
fully. "Couldn't you beat this cook?"
"You're the only man In this world
I can outrun.
" 'A tear, a sigh, a last "good-bye." *"
As Glass consented to do this, the
speaker mused, bitterly, " 'Early to
bed and early to rise.' I wish I had
the night-watchman who wrote those
"Didn't you never see the sun rise
"Certainly not I don't stay up that
"Well, aint it beautiful!" The stout
man turned admiring eyes to the east-
ward, and his husky voice softened.
"All them colors and tints and shades
and stuff! And New York on the other
"I'm too tired to see beauty In any-
As If mindful of a neglected duty,
Glass turned upon him. "What are
you waiting for? Get those dog-beds
off your back." He seized the slack
of a sweater and gave it a jyk.
"Don't be so rough; I'll come. You
might care to remember you're work-
ing for me."
"I am working"—Glass dragged his
protege about the room regardless of
complaints that were muffled by the
thickness of the sweaters—"for my
life, and I'll be out of a Job Saturday.
Now, get under that shower!"
O you know, Larry, I'm be-
ginning to like these warm
showers; they rest me." As
he spoke, Wally took his
place beneath the barrel and
pulled the cord that con-
nected with the nozzle. The
next Instant he uttered a
piercing shriek and leaped
from beneath the apparatus, upsetting
Glass, who rose in time to fling his
charge back into the deluge.
"Let me out!" yelled the athlete,
and made another dash, at which his
"Stand still or I'll wallop you!
What's got into you, anyhow?"
The heads of Stover, and Willie,
thrust through the door, nodded with
"It's got him livened up consider-
able," quoth the former. "Listen to
It seemed that a battle must be In
progress behind the screen, for, min-
gled with the gasping screams of the
athlete and the hoarse commands of
the trainer, came sounds of physical
contact. The barrel rocked upon Its
scaffold, the curtains swayed and
"It's—it's as c-c-cold as Ice!"
"Nix! You're overheated, that's all."
"Ow-w-w! Ooo-h-fi! I'm dying!"
"It'll do you good."
"He's certainly trainin' him some,"
"Larry, I've got a cramp!"
"It did harden him," acknowledged
"What's wrong with you, anyhow?"
"It's not me, /t's the w-wwater!"
Evidently Speed made a frantic
lunge here and escaped, for the flow
of water ceased.
"It froze d-d during the night Oh-h!|
"Cold, eh? Get onto that rubbing*
board; I'll warm you."
An Instant later the cowmen beard
the sounds of a violent slapping min-
gled with groans.
"Go easy, I say! Ill be black and
blue all—look out!—not so much in
one spot! Ow!"
"He's spankln' him," said Stover ad-
Again the spatting arose, this time
like the sound of a musketry fusllade,
during which Berkeley Fresno entered
by the other door.
"Don't be so brutal," walled th«
patient to his masseur.
"I'm pretty near through. There!
Now get up and dress," ordered the
trainer, who pushing his way out
through the blankets, halted at sight
of the onlookers.
"How is he?" demanded Stover.
"He—he's trained to the minute. I'm*
doin' my share, gents."
"Sounds that way," acknowledged
"Stand Still or I'll Wallop You 1"
Stover's companion. "Say, does it look
like we'd win?"
"Well, he just breezed a mile in
forty, with his mouth open."
' 'A mile?" Fresno queried.
"A mile?" Fresno queried.
"Yes, a regular mile—seven thou-
sand five hundred and thirty feet."
"Is 'forty' good?" queried Willie.
"Good? Why, Salvator never worked
no faster. Here he is now—look for
Speed appeared, partly clad, and
glowing with a rich salmon pink.
"Good morning," said Fresno po
litely. "I came in to see how yon
liked the cold water."
"So that was one of your California
Jokes, eh? Well, 111—"
Speed moved ominously In the di-
rection of the tenor, but Willie checked
"We put the Ice in that bart, Mr.
Willie and Stover nodded.
"Then let me tell you I expect to
have pneumonia from that bath." The
young man coughed hollowly. "That's
the way I caught it once before, and it
wouldn't surprise me a bit if I'd be too
sick to run by Saturday."
"Oh, no; you don't get pneumony
"And, besides," Fresno added, "It
wouldn't have time to show up by
"Get that ice-chest out of my room,
that's all; It makes the air damp."
"No Indeed!" said Still Bill. "We're
goin' to 6ee that you use it reg'lar."
Then of Glass he Inquired: "What do
you do to him next?"
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Sea Captain—Walter, what do yoi
Sea Captain—Well, well; I must
have sailed on bouillon all mj lite and
did not know Uu
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Buckley, Joe L. Texhoma Argus. (Texhoma, Okla.), Vol. 6, No. 47, Ed. 1 Thursday, November 20, 1913, newspaper, November 20, 1913; (gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metapth350894/m1/4/: accessed December 16, 2018), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.