Putnam patriot., 1912-08-23

and square up." was all Stanton said. and reached for the sugar-howl with his customary nonchalance.
 Thanks: it's boiling. guess I 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 a telegram came in from New York
 "Car marked Ruby Co. consigned to Mercury Go. Coney Island. left here last night"
 Mir. Green uttered a howl and felt for the telephone.
 They've shipped the car to Coney Island instead of to Long Branch" he ragged. The tires must be out at the Beach track. or near 1t
 Don't telephone: send some one out there to get them advised Stan ton practically.
 i've got to be here. and can't get our New York men in time. now"
 Well. I'll go. then Coney Island has got to be raked fine and the tires brought here as soon as they are found"
 "You? You? Traveling and wear ing yourself out on the eve of a gruel- ling race? No. Go to bed and get your rest. please. stanton. I'll send some one"
 Stanton did not gc to bed, but he went into the hotel room across the hall and played billiards with three of his fellow-drivers. He was less for bidding. less caustie of speech than formerly. Floyd had taught him the art of cempanionship, Before the game ended. the four players found themselves very good company and drank good night in Apollinaris. to the landlords Baechie disgust.
 About ten o'clock, stanton looked into the apartment where Mir. Green sat between the telegraph operator and the telephone.
 "Where is 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"
 "To Coney Islandl You sent him?" "He offered to go.' MT. Green jerkily imparted. 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 i working at the factory or with you ever since we came back from Indian apolis."
 In a nervous exasperation the assist ant manager whirled his chair around.
 He had a two weeks vacation" he reiterated grossly. He told me that he was going off by himself for a quiet rest. You don't have to know every thing, Stanton. I fancy he needed rest after what you put him through out west, he asked me not to tell you about it Hello-454-" Stanton paused for a moment. dumb, then turned on his heel and went out. He was so stunned and bitterly an- gered that little red flecks danced be- fore his vision. Floyd had lied to him, systematically deceived him: in order to escape from his too pressing friend | ship, no doubt He remembered that the mechanician had always shrunk | from his personal advances and only 1 yielded to them under compulsion. l Now he understood the letter which l he had received the previous night | from Green. and Mir Baileys confused answer to his question about Floyd. He had been put off to be amused by Jessiea. until Floyd was again ready to use him in the plans for the Comet i factory. Jessical Stanton stopped short in the dark hall. Had Jessica also deceived him? Was she too play ing a part in order to keep him in a good humor? He struck his clenehed hand violently against the wall beside him.
 Whats that?" cried the affrighted MT. Green, within the room. Who
 "I ran against the wall, in the dark, ' Stanton called. his voice little hoarse. but evenly controlled. Good night
 Good night We'll fix things all right, stanton; you take good sleep" q shall" promised the driver. He did not
 At seven o'clock, the next morning. MT. Green burst into the hotel dining room where Stanton was at breakfast fTo pa Confirmed