Putnam patriot., 1912-01-12
bis voice thin and harsh.

his voice thin and harsh. Yes" she answered. She had no need to ask if Jestrange were meant
 He is married to some woman of the music halls"
 NO"
 How do you know? He has told you?"
 She lifted to him the superby conf dence of her glance. although nervous tremors shook her in wayelike sue cession.
 If he had been married. he would aot have made me care for him. He las asked me to be his wife"
 They were equally strange to each other in these new characters, and equally spent by emotion. Neither moving. they sat oposite each other in silence. So Bailey found them when he came back later. to take his massive stand in the doorway, his hands in his pockets and his strong law set
 T think that things are kind of mixed up here, MT French" he stated grimly. T guess I'm the one to straighten them out & bit; I've loved Mir. David from the time he was kid 1 and never saw him get square deal yet. You asked him what he was do Ing here-Tn tell you; he is Le- strange"
 There is a degree of amazement which precludes speech; Mir French { looked back at his partner mute. He is Lestrange. He never meant ] you to know; he'd have left without your ever knowing, but for Miss Elm | lily. I guess I don't need to remind ! you of what he's done; if it hadn't i been for him we might have closed our doors some day. He understands i the business as none of us back-num- i Der. old-fashioned ones do; he took | hold and shook some life into it. We can make cars, but he can make peo- pie buy them. Advertising! Why, just that fool picture he drew on the back of a pad, one day, of a row of i thermometers up to one hundred forty, with the sign 'Mercuries are at the top made more people notice" 1 Bailey cleared his throat. "He was always making people notice, and l laughing while he did 1t. He's risked his neck on every course going. to bring our cars in first, he's lent his fame as a racing driver to help us along. And now everything Is fixed the way we want. he's thrown out. 1 What did he do it for? He thought he needed to square accounts with you, for being born. I suppose; so when he heard how things were going help At least, that's what he said. I believe he came because he couldn't bear to see the old place go under"
 There was . skein of blue silk swinging over the edge of the table. MP. French picked 1t up and replaced 1t in Emily's work basket before re- plying.
 If this remarkable story is true, he began, accurately precise in ac' cent.
 You don't need me to tell you il is," retorted Bailey. You know what my new managers been doing why, you disliked him without seeing him, but you had to admit his good work. And 1 heard you talking about his allowance, MT. French. He never touched 1t, not from the first 1t piled up for six years. Last April when we needed cash in a hurry, he drew 1t out and gave it to me to buy l aluminium When he left here first he drove a taxicab in New York city un til he got into racing work and made Darling Lestrange famous all over the continent I guess it went pretty hart for a while; if he'd been the things you called him, he'd have gone to the devil alone in New York. But he didn't"
 An oriole darted in one arcade anc out again with a musical whir ol wings. The clink of glass and silver sounded from the house windows witt pleasant cheeriness and suggestion of comfort and plenty.
 "He made good" Bailey concluded thoughtfully. But it sounded queei to me to hear you tell him you didn't want him around because MT. Dick took his place. l know, and Miss Elm fly knows, that Dick French was nc use on earth for any place until MT David took him in hand and made hin i it to live. That's all, I guess, that I had to say; I'll get back to work He turned, but paused to glance around. Its going to be pretty dul