Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1911-08-31
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the young mon exchanged friendly
mods. although Dick flushed pink.
Good morning, Lestrange." he
greeted. 1--WE. just come up from the
city, Emily, and there wasn't any
carriages at the station, 80 when one
Of the testers told me you were here
I came over to get ride"
'I've been to see Mr.. Bailey" she
responded. Get In"
AS Dick climbed In beside her. she
bent her head to Lestrange: II she had
regretted her impulsive confidence,
again the clear sanity and calm OF the
gray eyes she encountered established
self-content.
When they were trotting down the
road toward home. In the crisp air,
Emily glanced at her cousin.
II did not know you and Mr.. Lee
strange were so well acquainted" she
remarked.
II see him now and then" Dick an
swered uneasily. He's too busy to
want me bothering around him much.
You-remembered him?"
Yes
He absently took the whip from its
socket, flecking the horse with 1t as
he spoke.
SIT was awfully square Of you.
Emily, not to mention that night to
Uncle Ethan. It wasn't like girl, at
all. made an idiot of myself, and
you've never said anything to me
about it since I never told you where
Lestrange took me, because didn't
like to talk of the thing. I'm really
fond of you, cousin"
Eyes Dickie," she said patiently.
"Well, Lestrange rubbed 1t in. Oh
he didn't say much. But he carried me
down to where they were practising
for road race. Such a jolly lot OF
fellows, like bunch Of kids; teasing
and calling jokes back and forth at
one another half the night until day
break, everything raw and chilly.
Busy, and their mechanics busy, and
one after another swining into his car
and going off like rocket. BY the
time Lestrange went off. l was as
much stirred up as anybody When no
made record circuit at seventy
seven miles an hour average, was
shouting over the rail like good one.
And then, while he was off again, a
big blue car rolled in and its driver
yelled that Lestrange had gone over
on the Eastbury turn, and to send
around the ambulance. 1t was like q
nightmare; sat down on stone and
felt sick"
He ~,
q" He shook me up half an hour
later, and stood laughing at me. Up
.set% he said. No, we shed tire and
went off into field. but 1t didn't hurt
the machine, so we righted her and
came in, He was limping and bruised
and scratched, but he was laughing
while crowd of people were trying
to shake hands with him and say
things. felt-funny; as II wasn't
much good. never felt like that be-
fore. This is only practise he said.
when was about to go. The race to-
morrow will do better. We find 1t
more exciting than cocktails That
was all, but l knew what he meant,
all right. I've been careful ever since
He won the race next day, too"
"Dick. didn't 1t ever occur to you
tina. you as we'll as Mr.. Lestrange
might do real things?" she asked,
after a moment.
He turned his round, good
humored face to her in boundless
amazement.
II? I race cars and break my neck
and call it fun, like Lestrange? You're
laughing at me, Emily
mo. no." in spite Of herself the
picture evoked brought her smile.
"Not like that. But you might be in
terested in the factory. You might
learn from Mr.. Bailey and take charge
of the business with Uncle Ethan. 1t
would please uncle, how it would
please him, if you did,
Dick stirred unhappily.
1T would take a lot Of grind" he
objected. II haven't the head for it,
really. I'm not such an awfully bad
lot but hate work. Lets not be
serious. cousin How pretty the frosty
wind makes you look"
E Emily frightened the reins with a
brief sigh of resignation.
Never mind, Dickie. 1-uncle will
find substitute. Things must 90 on
somehow, I suppose, even If we do
not like the way"
But the way doomed distasteful that
morning as never before.
CHAPTER ".
Mr.. French and his niece were at
breakfast. on the Sunday when the
first account of the Georgia race
reach Ffrenchwood.
You will take fresh coffee" Emily
was saying, the little silver pot poised
in her hand, when the door burst
open and Dick hurried, actually hur-
ried, into the room.
Hes 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 Italian
and French machines. Those he
couldn't get, Of course; but the
Frenchman went out in the fourth
hour with broken valve. Then he
was set down for second place
second place. Emily, with every other
big car in the country entered. They
say he drove like, LIKE 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 turn