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CHAPTER X. V 4 r
A cs:-:.(-r vxcrusr.
This was the question upon the lips of
all, as the two lithe skaters glided intc
Which would win the silver cup and the
honor of the championship’ "
At a. glance, it might seem that Iarony
was the taller and the swllter.‘ But VCham<
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plan Charlie was the model of the perfect
athlete. ‘ .
Dick Holllster and Clara forgot their
troubles, as with shining eyes they watched
Charlie's every movement.
They stood up in their sleigh and joined
in the cheering. .
he two skaters glided about for a little
while to get warmed up. The judges took
their position. '
' Dan Magee, with n conlldent smile, was
on hand-with his blankets.
“He'll win in a walk!" he declared. “You
will see!” ' ,
Anthony Drcker was busy making wagers
on Larony. The young reprohate seemed
oonhdent that Charlie would be defeated.
As Champion Charlie left his quarters.
he had been accosted by a sporty-looking
man who had a mysterious way about him.
"See here, boy," he said in a low tone,
“do you want to make yer fortune?”
Charlie gave the fellow a critical glance
“I am most anxious to do so, it I can do
" ‘all. ye can. It's the regular thing in
nil sports. i‘m ready to do the biz fer yer.
Drop this heat with Lnrony and git the
odds upon him. Then go in and beat him
out. I can lay fifty thousand dollars at
Charlie's face grew crimson.
dashed as he replied:
“The biggest fortune in the world would
not induce me’ to do that. if I can't win
on the square, then I'll lose, and that's the
t. . .
“Ye're a foolish lad,” protested the sport.
“It's too good a chance to If yer do
it, there'li be five thousand in it for you.”
t was a moment of terrible tempta-
than to Charlie. The five thousand dollars
would give him a start in life, p ‘
Winning the Silver Cup
(This story commenced in number'1052)
Champion Charlie, theEBoy Skater
By P. T. ‘RAYMOND ‘ .
Author of “King of the Gridiron." “Before
“The Boy Backstop," “Skating to Win," “Driving the Puck," etc.
. h ‘
the Camera," “Boss of the Big Toll."
To lose the race to Larony would be no
disgrace. It could easily be done, too. A
slight slackening of speed at the finish and
the thing was done.
For one moment Charlie felt the tug of
temptation. Then he saw clearly the dis
onesty of the plan. ' ‘ J . ‘ - d
It decided him. -He turned. away abrupt-
, sa 'ng: - - ‘ ‘
I will not do lt.“I will
winitific r ‘I
"Fool!" hissed the fellow. “You throw
away 2. good thing. ;You’ll be beaten and
you’ll get nothin ‘ '
Charlie thought of this last remark when
he got upon the ice. He took it critical look
at his opponent. . V . V
lie could see that Larouy was a superior
skater to Lee or Pedersen. He felt that if
he W0". he must exert all his power. Far
from losing conddence, hefelt a grim de
termination. - -
Larony, who was not 3 genial sort of
fellow, glided up and said:
“Well, young fellow,,we're in for it,’ are
we? I suppose you expect to win.”
"1 haven't got as far as that yet,"
plied Charlie. “But I am going to try.
.'‘Oh. you are! Well, I guess you will.
I'm an easy one." ,
“I don't regard you in that light. ‘I
think we shall have 3 close hnish."
“ . do you?" said Larony, with a
chuckle. "Well, erhaps we will.‘ iio -
ever, if 1 beat you. I hope there'il be no
“By no means!" cried Charlie, heartily.
“At least not on my part."
“Did a fellow approach you with a large
sum to allow me to win?” asked Larony.
“What did you tell
“I refused his offer."
At this Larouy laughed scornfuliy.
“You are a tool. You should have taken
his money. You can't win, anyway. ‘ I can
beat you out dfty yards at the finish!"
“Very goodlf’ said Charlie, quietly. “Beat
me Just as badly as you can. Show me no
mercy." ' .
"That's not my way. It might put you
out or business," said Larony, unctuously.
“I'm”u square fellow. We'll draw the iinlsh
“’l‘h:It's kind of you to consider me!" said
. oppodentqhehind. 'r 1)
CHARLIE, saw THAT THE RUNNER or ms LE1‘! SKATE WAS BROKEN.
Charlie, with sarcasm. “I will return the
iavor, if I find that by any chance I am
able to heat You."
Larony laughed again in a scornful way
andrskated down to the starting line. The
judges were on hand, and all was now
ready for the start. ' -
The crowd were now all on the qul vive.
The excitement was intense. l .
The two skaters faced the line.. Larony
was smiling and triumphant. Charlie was
cool and determined. 7 '
“Are you ready?" . v .
The trainers put up their hands and
nodded. , Then the pistol was dred.
Like two bolts fromu catapult, the shut-
ers shot forward. ,There was not a particle
of advantage in the start.
Down the ice they fled like racehorses.
It was hard to tell for awhile which was
But Iiarony was seen to finally forge
slowly ahead. He was working like mnd.
He knew the new champion was giving him
all he could stand. . g r. ‘;j
It was to his great astonishment that he
found his lightning start did not leave his
-rus crown wnmzsssn A runuusn srncrncm. THEY saw CEAALPION ‘crunus nunnnn -ro nan ICE, wnnnnnz sun
is MANY rAsos IN A SI'I'l"I.V'O POSITION AND THEN rsu.
MA(.'EE,VT!1!i FIRST To REACH
' Charlie was going just as fast and, it
seemed, znuc easier. - ' ‘ '
Larony frowned and hit up the‘spec(l.
lie gainedra couple of feet, but he found
that. he must keep skating in order to hold
“What the dance is that boy made of?"
he thought with at first thrill of alarm.
“But he'll sag before he carries this gait
very far." - . g
And, indeed. this would have seemed so.
For another hundred yards they went on
Hitherto. Lnrony had been accustomed . -
to run away from his omxonent and wait
for him to come up, thus securing a rest.
list the present man kept him right up to
his lull speed.
On they wcntovcr the gleaming ice. On .
and on, and still it seemed as if the finish‘
would never come. Faster and faster they
went. ilardcr and’harder they breathed.
Larony threw all his strength into an of-
fort to break his rival's heart. .
But the faster he went. the faster Charlie
went. Right at La.rony’s shoulder the boy
skater hung. p
mTry his hardest, Larony could not shake
And now the possibility of defeat oc-
curred to him for the tlrst time. His face
grew black with mortiticatlon and anger.
‘ ‘ll t. you," he muttered. “You'll
never head me. if I die for it!"
"You'll have to go faster, then,” declared
"What?" exclaimed . Lzrony. agha I.
“You haven't got a spare liuk,. have you?
If so, you have me beaten," . l
“I can go faster and so can you. ,
They were now in the homestretch. Char.
lie made no edort to beat his man until
within two hundred yards of the finish.
(Continued on page 10.)