The central record. (Lancaster, Ky.) 18??-current, 1912-01-19

81 will wait out in the cart" she
said. IL would rather be outdoors"
Dick Ffrench 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 a folded visiting card.
miss Ffrench sent it." was the ex-
PLANTATION. "She's sitting out in her
horse-motor car, and she called me off
the track to ask me to demean myself
by acting like a messenger boy. All
right?"
All right" said Dick, running an
astonished eye over the card.
"No answer"
mo answer"
"Then I'll hurry back to my en-
broidery. I'm several laps behind in
my work already"
See here, Lestrange," Dick began.
as the mechanician departed, sitting
down on a railing beside a machine
steadily engaged in notching steel
disks into gear-wheels.
Don't do that" Lestrange exclaim-
ed sharply. Get up, French"
Its safe enough"
Its nothing Of the kind. The least
slip"
ooh, we'll" he reluctantly rose, eff
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 item Lestrange
gazed in silence, after reading, the
card still in his land.
"Well?" Dick at last queried.
"Have Mr.. Bailey. do nothing at all"
an etiquette of subordination, l be-
lieve-this is Mr. Ffrench's factory.
I've done my part and we'll think no
more of the matter. l may be wrong.
But I am more than grateful to Miss
French"
"That's all you're going to do?"
eyes. I wish you would not sit
there"
I'm tired; 1 won't fall in, and
want to think. We've been a lot to-
gether this spring, Lestrange; 1 don't
like this business about the steering
gear. Do you go down to the Beach
tomorrow"
Tonight. Tomorrow must put in
practicing on the track. I would have
been down today if 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.
81 don't want to come at all, thank
you. / saw you race once"
"You had better get used to it,"
Lestrange quietly advised. 1.-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. I wish you would
come down and represent the COM
pany at this race"
81 haven't the head for it."
81 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 1t,
Lestrange, but you've got me all
stirred up since met you," the young
er man confessed plaintiveN. you're
different from other fellows and
you've made me different. I'd rather
be around the factory than anywhere
else l know, now. But honestly
like you too well to watch you race"
Il want you to come"
One of the men with vessel of
white, heaving molten metal was try
ing to pass through the narrow aisle.
Dick broke his sentence to rise in
hasty avoidance, and his foot slipped
in a puddle of oil on the floor.
1t was so brief in happening that
only the workman concerned saw the
accident. AS Dick fell backward, Le-
strange sprang forward and caught
him, fairly snatching him from the
greedy teeth. There was the rending
of fabric, gasping sob from Dick,
and Keeling from the recoil Lestrange
was sent staggering against 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 crossed'
with a scorched and bleeding bar
where it 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.
T? I ought to be, but I'm not
Come to surgeon. Lestrange- Oh.