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

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thing, stanton. I fancy hs needed .
rest after what you put him through:
out west. no asked mo not to tell you
about Il. Hello At
Stanton paused for . moment. dumb.
then turned ON his heel and went out.
He was 80 stunned and bitterly an.
gered that little red necks 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
yielded to them under compulsion.
Now he understood the letter which
he had received the previous night
from Green. and Mr.. Bailey's confused
answer to his question about Floyd.
He had been put of to be amused by
Jessica, until Floyd was again ready
to use him in the plans for the Comet
factory. Jessica! 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
good humor? He struck his clenched
hand violently against the wall beside
him.
whats that?" cried the affrighted
Mr.. Green, within the room. WHO"
II ran against the wall, in the dark"
Stanton called, his voice q little
hoarse. but evenly controlled. Good
night"
Good night. Wen Ak things all
right, Stanton; you take good sleep"
II SHALL" promised the driver.
He did not
At seven o'clock, the next morning,
Mr.. Green burst into the hotel dining
room where Stanton was at breakfast.
Hes got them! They're coming"
he rejoiced maniacally. "The car
wasn't at Brighton, but he located it
ten miles farther over, on siding.
And he raised such disturbance
around the express peoples ears that
and rushed out two motor trucks to
| cart them across to US. They'll be
here by eight and the race starts at
nine. I have been up all night-an
hour ago it looked as II you would
have to be withdrawn from the con-
test for lack OF few sets Of rubber
tires. That fool tire company" He
| wiped his forehead. Don't you want
to come out to the course, after you
finish here? Floyd is due on the train
which arrives In fifteen minutes. II he
isn't smothered by the crowd. never
saw such a mob of people; they have
been coming since dawn; all night, in
fact, and they're still coming
EYES," acquiesced the other un-
emotionally. His dark face gave an
effect Of bronzelike immobility, his
blue-black eyes held steel glints.
"Well," the assistant manager re-
sumed, and paused.
The pompadoured waitress was
leaning between them, placing tea
pot on the table.
Chocolate, SIR" she giggled.
Stanton pushed back his chair, then
checked himself as sharply. -,
NO." he stated, and set the pot
away from before him.
The movement was not violent, but
there was In It so much poorly re-
strained force that the china vessel
shattered upon striking the table and
all the fragrant brown liquid ran over
the white cloth. The girl exclaimed In
dismay, Mr. Green stared; Stanton
only dropped a dollar-bill beside hia
plate and rose to 60.
II am ready" he signified.
The Mercury camp was scene Of
animated preparation, twenty minutes
later, when Floyd emerged from the
dense press Of arriving spectators and
gained the Enclosure. The assistant
manager almost received him In his
arms, the rest of the force clustered
around. Gay, blithe, triumphant.
Floyd accepted the general congratu.
lations.
eyes. got them" he laughed, an
swering first one and then another.
mo, I'm not tired, slept both ways in
the train. I did have breakfast, thanks,
in Jamaica. I've got my racing
clothes on, Mr.. Green: dressed at
the hotel before coming hero. Where
is Stanton? Oh" as the group sep
arated to show the man standing be-
side the Mercury car.
The men made way, smiling under
standingly, as the young mechanician
went straight to his driver.
Stanton" he began, with his eager
confidence.
Stanton looked full in his eyes, and
turned his back upon him.
The sudden silence that hushed the
witnesses was more impressive than
any outcry, the stiffness spoke. Floyd's
outstretched hand fell by his side and
he slowly paled, all the laughter wiped
from his face.
Il am ready for work." he gravely
reported. after a brief pause. When
you want me, send for me, please"
Every WELL" came the chilling reply.
It was an hour before the actual
start There was suhicient to be done
to keep every ono occupied. especially
after the trucks loaded with tires
came to the camp. Mr.. Green, still
purple with indignation, contrived to
retain Floyd with him and away from
| Stanton.
There wouldn't be any racing from
here. II It wasn't for you," he de-
clared, once.
"1'm awfully bright" Floyd agreed.
but he did not smile.
The machines were preparing to 60
to their stations for the start, Stan
ton waa in his seat nj tho wheel when