Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1911-10-12

QeaICn reaSSerCeO It's common ana
brought Stanton back to normal life.
The fractured bones knit, the other
injuries healed.
He never spoke Floyd's name a
second time. Nor did any one mention
[ it to him. The head of the Mercury
company came out to see him and ex-
press cordial sympathy George, who
mad driven the Duplex to victory after
the Mercury's wreck, came to visit
him more than once, a blond. CHEEKY
presence; as did the driver of the ma
chine on the bridge who owed his own
life to Stanton's cool fearlessness and
skill Mr.. Green brought his fussy con-
dolence. But none OF them alluded to
Jes Floyd. There was curious con-
straint that marked them all, an air
of watchfully keeping silent upon
some subject constantly present in
their minds. Stanton looked them
through and through with his hollow
blue-black eyes, and asked nothing
1t was two months before he could
leave the hospital Winter had shut in,
raw and bleak. The day fixed for his
departure, the doctor fingered in bid
ding him good-by.
81 have not wanted you to be wor-
ried, Mr.. Stanton" he said briskly.
mot on any account. But from the
fact that your first question was 'Jes
Floyd?' I imagine you feel some re-
sponsibility in that matter. May / ask
where you are going?"
Before the spoken name Stanton
WINGED, but steadily met the others
inquisitive eyes.
ITO Miss Floyd re responded.
The doctor held out a hearty hand.
Good, / was sure of it! A patient
shows a lot of his character to his
physician. Good luck to you all
kinds"
How did he know of unprotected
Jessica Floyd? Stanton YEARLY pom
dered the question as he descended to
the carriage. Or rather. how did he
know Of Stanton's feeling of RESPONSE
bility toward her? The mechanician
was supposed to take his chance with
the driver. Perhaps delirium had re-
vealed the close bond of friendship
between Floyd and himself.
At the railroad station, a tall young
man approached him. as the train
whistled in the distance.
"My namc is Richards" he an
.nounced diffidently. you're hardly on
your feet yet. Mr.. Stanton; If there
lis anything l can do for you on the
trip into the city, I'd be glad"
Stanton surveyed him with blank
non-recognition.
"You don't remember me?" the
young man tried again. "Have you for
fotten the cub reporter who followed
you on the Afternoon you were ar
rested for speeding on Pelham Park
way? You let your companion give me
the story"
Stanton put out his hand, the poign-
ant memory uncomfortable.
Yes. yes. What of it,"
1T game me my start, it meant big
lift for me; and I didn't forget it. l
made the accounts of the accident at
the Cup race as easy for Miss Floyd
as could. There was bound to be
some sensationalism."
Thank you Stanton made brief ac-
acknowledgement. There is nothing that
you can do for me-"
The train was kissing at the plat
form, but the reporter pursued him
a step further "You. you'll look after
Miss Floyd, Mr.. Stanton? That's
square?'
HS uilVcI luIHeu all uHldLCuly lC-
sentful glance upon his questioner his
hand on the rail. But. hardly aware
why he answered, however glacially.
Eyes, sir"
The reporter beamed at him, radiant.
Il knew it, he called. above the
that's coming to them these days.
After wrestling for couple of weeks
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