Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1912-04-18

"1 will wait out in the cart" she
said. IL would rather be outdoors"
Dick French was upstairs. stand.
ing with Lestrange in one Of the mar.
row aisles between lines Of grimly eff.
ficient machines that bit or cut their
way through the steel and aluminium
fed to them, when Rupert came to
him with folded visiting card
Miss Ffrench sent It," was the ex.
PLANTATION. "She's sitting out in her
hcrse-motor car. and she called me off
the track to ask me to demean myself
by acting like messenger boy. All
right"
'All right" said Dick, running an
astonished eye over the card.
mo answer"
mo answer"
"Then I'll hurry back to my en-.
broidery. I'm several laps behind in
my work already"
SEQ here. Lestrange." Dick began,
as the mcchanician departed. sitting
down on q railing beside machine
steadily engaged In notching steel
disks into gear.wheels.
Don't do that" Lestrange exclaim
ed sharply. Get up, French"
"It's safe enough"
1 cts nothing of the kind. The least
slip"
ooh, we'll" he reluctantly rose. "it
you're going to get fussy. Read what
| Emily sent up"
Lestrange accepted the card with a
faint flicker of expression.
Dick uncle IS making the steering
knuckle wait for expert opinion" the
legend ran, in pencil. Have Mr.. Bal
ley strengthen Mr.. Lestrange's car,
anyhow. Do not let him race So"
/ Near them two men were engaged
in babbitting bearings, passing ladle
fuls of molten metal carelessly back
and forth, and splashing kissing drops
over the floor; at them Lestrange
gazed in silS2ce, after reading. the
card still in his hand
"Well?" Dick at last queried.
"Have Mr.. Bailey. do nothing at ALL"
was the deliberate reply. There is
an etiquette Of subordination, I be.
lieve-this Is Mr.. Ffrenchs factory
I've done my part and We'll think no
more Of the matter. may be wrong
But am more than grateful to Miss
French"
That's all you're going to do?"
Eyes. l wish you would not sit
there"
I'm tired; won't fall in. and
want to think We've been lot to-
gether this spring. Lestrange; I don't
like this business about the steering
gear Do you go down to the Beach
tomorrow"
Tonight. Tomorrow I must put In
practicing on the track. would have
been down today IL there had not
been so much to do here Are you
coming with me- or not until the even
ing of the start?"
Dick stirred uncomfortably.
II don't want to come at all. thank
you. / saw you race once"
"You had better get used to It,"
I.estrange quietly advised. The day
may come when there is no one to
take your place. This factory will be
yours and you will have to look after
your own interests. wish you would
come down and represent the com.
pany at this race"
II haven't the head for it,"
II do not agree with YOU"
Their eyes met in a long regard.
Here, in the crowded room Of work.
ers, the ceaseless uproar shut In their
conversation with walled complete
ness Of privacy.
I'm not sure whether you know it.
Lestrange, but you've got mo all
stirred up since met you" the young.
or man confessed plaintively You're
different from other fellows and
you've made me different. I'd rather
be around the factory than anywhere
else I know, now. But honestly
like you too well to watch you race"
II want you to come"
"I--"
One Of the men with a vessel of
white, heaving molten metal was try
Ing to pass through the narrow aisle,
~'NA "Sno Asc oCACChCO " lieu III
hasty avoidance, and hts foot slipped
in puddle of oil on the floor
1t was SO brief in happening that
only the workman concerned saw the
accident. As Dick fell backward, lie.
strange sprang forward and caught
him. fairly snatching him from the
greedy teeth. There was tho rending
OF fabric. gasping sob from Dick,
and Keeling from the recoil Lestrange
was sent staggering against a flying
wheel next In line.
The workman set down his burden
with recklessness endangering fur.
Their trouble, active too late.
"Mr. Lestrange!" he cried.
But Lestrange had already recov.
cred himself. his right arm cross
with scorched and bleeding bar
where 1t had touched the glittering
wheel. and the two young men were
standing opposite each other in safety.
"You are not hurt?" was the first
question.
'IY I ought to be, but I'm not.
Come to surgeon, Lestrange--- Oh,
you told me not to sit there!"
Lestrange glanced down at the sur.
face-wound. then quickly back at the
two pallid faces,
go on to your work. Peters" he
directed. I'm all right" And as the