The San Juan islander. [volume] (Friday Harbor, Wash.) 1898-1914, 1912-08-23


ventured. regarding him wide-eyed
NO" he denied laconically.
But he looked far more fafi a,,es
than his comparatively frail mechsn.
ician, nevertheless. Fatigued. ana a
"You didn't hurt yourself IS our m.
set, hope" Floyd said with anxistv.
when they were alone IN the nfffF IN.
personal hotel room.
mo. ] had bad night Of II. \ stan.
ton explained. He sat down IL m
armchair. resting his head against INA
cushioned back. Make yourself com.
Portable as you can, Floyd. There =
nothing the matter with me-there
can't be, / never was sick d day since
] can remember. Probably need
feeding; I've eaten nothing since that
COMPOUNDED dinner last evening. ana
it is nearly six o'clock now.
But, after all, when the food was
brought, Stanton could eat none of
it; although maintaining pretense
OF doing SO. which forbade his com
panion. to comment upon the fact
Were you feeling Ill yesterday =
Floyd inquired, when the last course
was removed and they were left to
themselves. His own bearing was less
assured than usual, his gaiety subdued
to quietness almost savoring Of tim
idity.
Not until evening, after dinner"
The mechanician looked at him.
started to speak, checked himself. and
at last impulsively put the indiscreet
question:
do you mind telling me where you
dined?"
"Of course not" Stanton returned.
without trace Of hesitation. with
Mr.. Carlisle Of the tire company.
and his daughter. They are here for
the races. He wanted to talk tires to
me, Heaven knows why. We didn't
get very far; after Miss Carlisle left
US I began to feel so sick that ex-
cused myself and got away to the
nearest DOCTOR"
Floyd turned his head, and caught
his breath in brief, quick sigh. When
he looked back at his host, his candid
eyes were clearer and more gentle
than they had been since the assist
ant manager had given the account Of
Stanton's amazing disappearance.
Acute indigestion, your doctor
called your attack"
Something like It."
Miss Carlisle doesn't seem to bo
lucky companion" Floyd observed
dryly. "She made you miss your train
here, you came near breaking your
wrist with her car, and her dinner
seems to have poisoned you. What
did she give you. lobster and Ice
cream?"
No hardly know. never care
what eat" He passed his hand inn
patiently across his forehead. sudden
ly giddy.
Floyd leaned nearer.
Stanton, how did you feel! Whatf
Tell me; I'm not just curious"
Nausea, violent successive attacks
Of seasickness that left me too weak
to stand. I've got the headache yet"
His voice died out; he had vague
impression of Floyd starting up and
coming toward him.
II had to make the doctor steady
me with some drug SO / could race"
he resumed abruptly. I'm brute
enough without that in me, Floyd"
Hush, try to rest" urged his mech
anician's earnest young voice across
the mist.
I'm tired" he conceded.
It seemed to him long time after.
ward that sensation Of exquisite
GOODNESS extinguished the fame-like
pain binding his temples. although the
rich sunset glow was still in the room
when he opened his eyes. Floyd was
bending over him, bathing his fore
head with light, firm touches. Stan
the savage irritability of strong man
What a position for you and me!
What will you do for me-the engine
is shaking loose from the chassis. by
the feeling? Get your TOOLS"
Don't try to talk. have sent for
DOCTOR" soothed Floyd. "You are
all right. Here" hand was slipped
behind his mead, glass of watt. held
to his lips. Drink this"
you might have been nurse"
Stanton wandered dreamily. ''Your
sister couldn't do better. And you're
SO nonsensically good-looking! Floyd"
the feverishly brilliant eyes flashed
wide, what is your sisters name ?"
"Jessica."
Massachusetts, 2"
I'VE are twins; told you that
They named us SO purposely."
The heavy white bandage encircling
his mechanician's left arm caught the
patients failing attention.
you've had bad day; go home
and rest" gasped Stanton the brute.
before things slipped from his ken.
(To BE CoNTINUED)
Escaped, but Without Booty.
A wealthy Swiss merchant at Laus