Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1912-05-22
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Tbsy emerged BY . side exit into
tho noisy, dirty. sunny New Yor1
street..
"Is it not well designed. vel
swuns?" she challenged. TT II fast
on the race track-you know that. d
1t not handsome!"
She spoke eagerly. with more ami
nation than he had yet seen in her
Stanton ran careless glance over the
big, tan-colored automobile standing
by the curb.
1T is a good car" he agreed con
servatively; privately he considered
| 1t both too high and too heavy for rae
ing work.
"Only that: You say only shat: But
wait, you have not driven 1t. When
papa comes We can start"
Mr.. Carlisle was coming: q spare
nervous gentleman who wore glasse,
set on Roman nose. from which they
slipped monotonously. He and Stan
ton had once met at the Mercury Of
fee, where one was arranging for Z
tire contract. and the other was sign
ing an agreement 30 drive for the
season. They recognized each other
now, while Miss Carlisle ccnc,sely
outlined the situation.
"A most astonishing Affair." com.
mented her father. Very kind OF
you. Mr.. Stanton, indeed These rail-
road men are carelesA Valerie
Miss Carlisle declined the invitation
TO enter the tocoeau.
II shall ride beside Mr.. Stanton
she announced. L wish 10 see expert
driving at close range. for once"
"Ah?" queried Stanton: suddsely
the conviction that she had done this
purposely Jared up anew. and with
it his anger. She would have q rae
ing driver for her chauffeur: Very
we'll He swung into the seat
Until they were out OF the city, he
drove with a wise obedience to TRAFFIC
regulations. But when the country
line was reached, Stanton stopped
the car, donned q small pair OF Cog
giles from his overcoat pocket. and
passed his hat back to Mr.. Cariisle's
care.
Il am sorry I had no time to get
into motor Clothes" he observed, q
little too pleasantly. Still We WIN
manage"
They made tho next ten miles In
ten minutes, having fair road. Then
rough hills and villages somewhat
lowered their pace. It was . dizzying
rush through gale Of wind, q birdlike
cleaving Of the summer air, accompa-
MED by the weird howl q the electric
horn upoK which stdAton kept I'M.
ger much Of the time. vision Of scat.
tering wagons.
There was . curious circumstances.
Valerie Carlisle literally covered In
her seat. pale, shivering. usually with
her eyes shut. Yet she, the imperious
demander OF her own way. uttered no
remonstrance, although family crying
out once or twice when they slid by
some obvious danger Of clin or road.
Stanton saw, from the corner Of his
eye, and speculated as he drove.
do you think this 10 safe?" Mr.. Car.
Isle found an opportunity to urge.
II think 20, II nothing breaks" STAN
ton called back, twisting the car
around load Of hay.
They reached their destination in
two hours and ten minutes. When
they entered the village limits and
the speed fell to fifteen miles an
hour, Mr.. Carlisle slowly revived, and
regained his breath and his glasses.
His daughter released her grasp Of the
seat, raised a shaking hand to touch
wells and bonnet, then passed q hand
kerchief across her dry lips and
looked up at the man beside her.
How do you Ike the cart" she
asked.
Stanton surveyed her, almost sur
prised into conjunction.
ct hasn't The MercuYy's pull. to
be perfectly frank" he answered. 1T
IL Q tribe heavy and less lively. But
it II a fne machine. and Of course you
do not want to race with it.
"Of course I do not want to race
with It," she slowly assented. and
averted her face from him, watch
ing tho streets.
Stanton, unrumed as In the New
York depot, except for his wind.tossed
hair, whose blackness was necked
with yellow road dust, leaned back
to reclaim his hat and inquire their
destination. When he returned to the
usual method Of driving With both
hands and facing forward, Miss Car
lisle had altogether recovered her
poise.
Speaking Of racing, have never
thanked you for the other night" she
observed, her low tones inaudible to
those behind them. Il never expert
encsd anything like watching You on
the track-you carried ne away ~
yond conventionality, am afraid. And
to feel that had . share N your -
wildering feats-"
The ugly mood rose again II otas'
ton.
"You need not have 1elt that -
sponsibility." he declared. my fsats'
40 you are pleased to call them. arr
shared by no one. dive Tor Dur>
poses u my own -
She understood ct once.
You mean that you did not racs
with the Duplex because wanted to
see your famous drivingf"
He checked The machine % permit
the passage Of . tFollsyoar.
Il had ny meehania1an boG31o No and
| thar0 varo two Raa IN th0 Oup1ox,