The San Juan islander. [volume] (Friday Harbor, Wash.) 1898-1914, 1912-08-09

train They alight to take walk. and
train leaves. Stanton and Miss Carlisle
follow in auto
CHAPTER lV.-(Contlnued.)
Stanton, unruffled as in the New
York depot, except for his wind-tossed
hai@, whose blackness was fecked
WITH yellow road dust, leaned back
to reclaim his hat and inquire their
Destination. When he returned to the
usual method Of driving with both
hands and facing forward, Miss Car
Isle had altogether recovered her
poise.
Speaking Of racing, l have never
thanked you for the other night" she
observed, her low tones inaudible to
those behind them. II never expert
-enced anything like watching you on
the track-you carried me away be-
yond conventionality, am afraid. And
to feel that had a share In your be-
wildering feats-"
The ugly mood rose again In Stan
ton.
You need not have felt that re-
sponsibility," he declared. my feats,
as you are pleased to call them, are
shared by no one ! drive for pur-
poses Of my own"
She understood at once.
you mean that you did not race
with the Duplex because wanted to
see your famous driving?"
He checked the machine to permit
the passage Of trolley-car.
81 had my mechanician beside me and
there were two men in the Duplex, y
was his oblique reply. II do not amuse
by BRUSH near assassination"
The retort was thoroughly Stanton
esque. Miss Carlisle bent forward to
catch the slipping dust-robe, before
answering him, but gave an exclama-
ton as the motor abruptly fell silent.
ooh, am so sorry! The robe
caught in the switch and moved it,
at is nothing" he assured, stoop.ng
to remedy the tangle, and sprang out
to crank the engine.
He had done this very act for Floyd,
two weeks before; only then the stop
page had been Intentional. Stanton
was thinking of that incident, while
he bent to seize the crank, and not
of what he was doing. But he saw
Valerie Carlisle lean toward the
~steering-wheel, her red lips apart and
her eyes glistening, just as he pulled
up the handle.
''Wait!" the girl criedya second too
late.
There was sharp explosion of the
out of his hand. Only Stanton s
trained swiftness and instant recoil
saved him from broken wrist. AS it
was, his arm fell momentarily numbed
at his side.
"You left the spark up" Miss Car.
Isle cried again, pale and shaken 81
tried to fix it, but you had cranked
Have you injured your arm?"
Mr. Carlisle had risen, several peo
pie paused on the sidewalk, but Stan
ton stood looking at the girl who
leaned across the folded windshield
He, automobile expert, racing driver
had advanced his spark and gone out
to crank his motor? His reason re
belled. Yet, what other explanation
"You have injured your arm? Why
was so stupid as to catch the robe
and stop the engine!"
He recovered himself promptly.
mo. no. it issnothing, Miss Carlisle
am not hurt" he disclaimed.
But nevertheless he started the en-
eiy MI ic 1of%
amber eyes following him.
1t was not far to the Carlisle place
There Stanton declined every invi
tation to remain, or even to enter
firmly resolved to go on to Lowell BIZ
the next train.
Eve will be there tomorrow. also
Miss Carlisle informed him, in takin,
leave. Il am so grieved that you can
not use your arm
"You see have used it to stee,
and shift gears" he reminded.
Yes. but you will not try to rae,
so hurt?"
That was what troubled her? TIL,
fear that he you'd not drive and sh,
would miss the excitement of seein,
him on the thin verge of death? He
beauty went out to his eyes like TIL,
blown fame of a candle.
shall race" he declared CURLY.
He had an odd fancy as he wen
down the village street; it occurre,
to him that he would like to Sc
Floyd. He was tired, tired to nause;
OF the feminine as represented b,
Valerie Carlisle. He would have like,
70 hunt up his mechanician and hea
nim talk frank sense. man-fashion.
But OF course he did nothing Of tn