Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1912-06-04

"I'd run into little old New York. :"
the drivtr of the ATLANTA car ex-
planned to Stanton. "only I'm afraid it
amt healthy to go through Brooklyn
10 often"
To the hotel the answers continued
to come all that afternoon, until Mr..
Green and the Office were showed over
by strips of yellow paper. The larger
tho city and the more crowded its
freight yard, the longer the time re-
quired to make the search for the
missing car and report the result to
Long Island.
After four O'clock, the roads were
again open for practice until sunset.
The Mercury went out for q couple Of
circuits. and lost another tire by skid
ding on a turn. After that the car
stood before its camp,-"Afraid of
wearing out her last pair of shoes"
Floyd informed solicitous questioners.
Cant you buy them somewhere
else?" chafed the irritated Stanton.
The assistant manager stared In q
reproach touched with hysteria. His
collar was wilted, his eyeglasses dan.
gled by their cord.
BUY them? Buy enough racing
tires fitting the Mercury to last you
for a three hundred mile road race.
and get them here by tomorrow morn
ing? What's the matter with you,
Stanton?"
'Well. since there Is nothing 70 do
but eat, come to dinner, Floyd" said
the other.
at isn't dinner, it's supper" cor
rected his mechan1cian. "This IL the
country and you had your dinner at
noon. But I'll come, anyhow"
meal, small teapot was set before
Stanton.
Chocolate, SIR" he was appraised.
'Why, you had none at luncheon!"
The pompadoured waitress giggled.
''No, sir. But the gentleman sent a
boy after some and came down and
saw the cook. and cooks that fond of
nonsense, and she flfty-four next De-
cember-"
Stanton looked across into F1oyd's
mirthful gray eyes.
II hadn't anything better to do"
was the malicious explanation. "And
was afraid your nerves would 90 to
pieces II you didn't get your usual
drug and then you'd wreck US to-mor.
row."
"He'd coax a bird of tree, sir, =
Uttered the departing maid.
Give me your cup and have some,'
Stanton briefly commanded.
Going to throw 1t at me, like you
did that jug. of water on the first night
1--we raced together" teased his com
panion, obeying.
stanton's head lifted slightly, the re-
gard in which he enveloped Floyd was
almost savage In its leap of intense
and tenacious passion. Such glance
from man to woman would have been
a declaration, from man to man it was
not thing to be voiced. Floyd him
self faltered before It, startled into
pallor.
you can throw 1t at me, II you like,
and square up" was all Stanton said,
and reached for the sugar-bowl with
his customary nonchalance.
Thanks; it's boiling. L guess l
won't" Floyd acknowledged. But he
did not look at the other, and his
manner was troubled.
The meal was ended and the even.
ing had commenced, when q telegram
came in from New York.
Gear marked Ruby Co. consigned to
Mercury Co. Coney Island, left here
last night"
Mr.. Green uttered howl and felt
for the telephone.
They've shipped the car to Coney
Island instead of to Long Branch" he
ragged. 1.-THE tires must be out at the
Beach track, or near It."
Don't telephone; send some one
out there to get them" advised Stan
ton practically.
"rve got to be here, and can't get
our New York men in time, now"
''Well, I'll 90. then. Coney Island
has got to be raked fine and the tires
brought here as soon as they are
found"
"You? You? Travelling and wear
!: ing yourself out on the eve Of q Cruel
ling race? No. Go to bed and get your
rest, please. Stanton. I'll send some
one"
Stanton did not go to bed, but he
went into the hotel room across the
hall and played billiards with three
Of his fellow-drivers. He was less fos.
bidding, less caustic Of speech than
formerly. Floyd had taught him the
art Of companionship. Before the
game ended, the four players found
themselves very good company and
drank a good night In Apollinaris, to
the landlords Bacchic disgust.
About ten o'clock, Stanton looked
into the apartment where Mr.. Green
sat between the telegraph operator
and the telephone.
Where IL Floyd" he casually
wondered.
Hello, hello-no, hold the wire.
What is It? Floyd? oh, he's gone to
Coney Island. Hello, yes-wrong
number"
ITO Coney Island! You sent him! ?
"He offered to co." Mr.. Green
jerkily impaired. please go to bed.
won't you! Floyd can take care OF
himself, I should think, and he has
had two weeks rest to get ready for
this"
what do you mean? He has been
working It the factory or with you