Putnam patriot., 1911-12-22
CHAPTER w.

reached Ffrenchwood.
 ,cYou will take fresh coffee" Emily uas saving, the little silver pot poised ,r her hand, when the door burst open and Dick hurried, actually hurried. in- to the room
 aHe's won, He's got it!" he cried, brandishing the morning newspaper. "The first time for an American car with an American driver And how he won it, He distanced every car on the track except the two big Ital- ian and French machines Those he copldn't get, of course; but the Frenchman went out in the fourth bonr with broken valve. Then he was set down for second place-sec- ond place, Emily. with every other big car in the country entered. They say he drove like, likeI don't know what A hundred and some miles an hour on the straight stretches"
 oh" Emily faltered. setting down the coffee-pot in her plate.
 He stopped her eagerly half turning toward Mir. French, who had put on his pince-nez to contemplate his nephew in stupefaction, not at his statement. but at his condition.
 "Wait. In the last hour the Ital fan car lost it's chain and went ave into a ditch on a back stretch, three miles from a doctor People around pieked the men out of the wreck, and Lestrange came up to find that the driver was likely to die from sev- cred artery before help got there. Emily, he stopped, stopped, with vic. tory in his hands, had the Italian lift cd into the mechanician's seat, and Rupert held him in while they dahed around the course to the hospital. He got him there fifteen minutes bfore an ambulance could have reachedhim, and the man will get well. But3 Le- strange had lost six minutes. Hehad rushed straight to the doctors, gyen them the man, and gone right on but he had lost six minutes. When )eo- ple realized what he'd done, they ,ent wild Every one thought he'd lostthe race but they cheered him until uey couldn't shout. And he kept on civ ing. It's all here" he waved he gaudy sheet "The papers full oit. He had half an hour to make upsix minutes, and he did it. He cam in nineteen seconds ahead of tfse Tar est car. The crowd swarmed ou on the course and fell all over him. Id Bailey's nearly crazy"
 To see Dick excited would hve
 been marvel enough to hold his adj
 tors mute. if the story itself had
 possessed a quality to stir even on-
 sporting blood Emily could orl, sit
 and gaze at the headlines of theex-
 tended newspaper. her dark eyes 1de
 and shining, her soft lips apart.
 "He telegraphed to Bailey" lck
 added ia the pause. "Ten words: 'Hst
 across line in Georgia race. Ca in
 fine shape. Lestrange.' That as
 all"
 Mr. French deliberately passedlis
 cofee-pot to Emily
 "You had better take your brik-
 fast he advised. "It is unusuato
 see you noticing business airs
 Dick; l might say unprecedented
 am glad if Bailey's new man is D.
 able of his work, at least. l supIse
 for the rest, that he could scardy
 do less than take an injured persoUo
 the hospital. Why are you putag
 sugar in my cup. Emily?"
 q don't know" she acknowle6d
 heplessly.
 T didn't mean to disturb any o. said Dick, sulky and resentful. Fl be big thing though for our c's, ? Bailey says. I didn't know you g. ? liked Lestrange."
 t Mir. French stiffened in his chg. oI T have not sufficient interest inc 2 man to dislike him" was the colde- t buke We will change the sub1e' U Emily bent her head. remedy1nger 7 mistake with the coffee. She come Y nended that her uncle had conceso iA' one of his strong. silent antipatss la' for the young manager. and she IS ls Sorry. Sorry, although, remembeig bailey's unfortunate speech the mt 1a'' lestrange's engagement was propo1, u' Pne was not surprised. But IF ooked across to Dick sympathetic sss So sympathetically. that ar nreakfast he followed her into tha-
 Drary, the colored journals in i1 hand.
 Res Whats the matter with the d ne entleman this morning." he ci- 'Q'' lained. He wants the business 'e's acceed, doesn't he? If he does, aaD ught to like what Lestrange is dog s' pr it. Whats the matter with hir Fa' Emily shook back her yellow GUS,
 nrning her gaze on him. ,V You might guess, Dickie. Hes
 baely"
 Lonely, Hei"
 All the feminine impulse to defi ii s ered up.
 aels Why not?" she exclaimed with r on 0n Who has he got? Who stas nal 'h him in his house? No wonders by not bear the man who is hlreO .es what French should be dol. kefa not the racing driver he f mocr' ss but the manager. And do ,n 1 blame him, Dick Ffrench." )ans 2aite aghast, he stared after her ese' turned away to the nearest stiep But presently he followed I
 l, stlll holding the papers.
 bon't you want to read about .,t e he ventured.
 eIlls s4ilng, though her lashes VI iEEt ap' Emily accepted the peace of