The San Juan islander. [volume] (Friday Harbor, Wash.) 1898-1914, 1912-12-06
CHAPTER lV.-(continued).

Rupert got up, his dark, mal1gn lit
tie face twisted.
eff I'd broken a leg they'd have
sent cart for me-" he mourned.
Nov I'll have to walk, and I amt
used to it. Hard luck!"
'f you go around to the stables
they will give you my pony cart, y
Emily offered impulsively. "You," her
dimpling smile cleaned out, you once
put a tire on for me, you know. Please
let me return the service"
Rupert's black eyes opened, slow
grin of appreciation crinkled streaks
of dust and oil as he surveyed the
young girl.
'TH put tires on every wheel you
run into control, day and night shifts, -
he acknowledged with sweet cordial
fty. "But I'm no horse-chauffeur,
thanks; guess I'll walk"
"He is a gentle pony" she remon-
strated. "Any one can drive him.
He turned a side glance toward the
motfonless car
That's all right, but I'm used to be
ing killed other ways. I'll be going.
Jack Rupert, do you mean to tell
me that you will race with Lestrange
every season, and yet you're afraid to
drive fat COBB" cried the delighted
Dick.
I'm not telling anything. had q
chum who was pitched out by horse
he lost control of, and broke his neck
I'm taking no chances"
"How many men have you seen
break their necks out Of autos?"
THAT'S in business" pronounced
Rupert succinctly. I'm going on, Oar
ling; it's only a two-mile run"
Here, watt" Dick urged. Emily
I'll stroll around to the stables with
him and make one of the men drive
him down. You don't mind my leav
Ing your"
.sNo," Emily answered. 'I will wal
for you"
She might have walked back alone
&c she had chosen. But instead she
sat down on boulder near the hedge
folding her hands in her lap like de
mure child The house was so dull, 81
hopelessly monotonous contrastet
with this fresh, wind-tossed outdoor!
and Lestrange in his vigor of life ant
glamour of ultra-modern adventure.
"You and Mr.. French are very
good" Lestrange said presently. "I an
afraid I appreciate it more than Ru
pert, though"
els he really afraid of herses?"
Il should not wonder; never trie.
him. But he is amazingly truthful"
Their eyes met across the strip o
sunny road as they smiled; agail
Emily felt the sudden confidence, tn
falling away of all constraint befor
the direct clarity of his regard.
You won your race" she said II
relevantly. 81 was glad, since yo1
wanted it."
Thank you" he returned wit
equal simplicity. But l did not wan
1t that way, so far as I was cor
cerned."
yet, it was the next step?"
Yes. 1t was the next step. / mean
that one does not care to be victo
because the leading cars were wreck
ed. There is no elation In defeatin
driver who lies out on the course
But, as you say, it helped my pul
pose. You," he hesitated for the RICH
phrase, you are most kind to reca,
that have a purpose"
1t was the convent bred Emily VIII
looked back at him, earnest-eyed, e.
altedly serious.
Il have thought of it often. Ever
one else that l know just lives th
way things happen-there are only
few people who grasp things an
make them happen. That is re;
work; SO many of us are just give
work we do not want" she brok
of.
If we do not want the work, it
probably not our own said l.
strange. Unless we have brought
on ourselves by fault we must u