Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1912-05-27


under it's coating Of caked dust.
And, in fact. it was necessary to aid
! the cramped, over-taxed driver to dis
mount from his car; to the wonder Of
all those familiar with his usual su-
perb endurance.
A little later Floyd, some Of the
CRIME removed. somewhat rested.
and issuing from the ambulance sur
geon's care with his arm bandaged In
civilized fashion, felt touch on his
shoulder.
I'm going to get out Of this up
roar" Stanton briefly impaired. "Come
with me; send for your things and
stay at my hotel tonight"
Floyd drew back, hesitating oddly.
I'm sorry," he'began.
Stanton's straight dark brows con-
tracted.
"You mean that you don't want any
thing personal to do with your brute
| Of driver? Oh. say So"
"No, no! Only"
The steel-keen eyes sent one direct
glance into the troubled gray ones.
"Good-by." pronounced Stanton def
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"stanton!" cried Floyd. in distress.
The other kept on, unheeding.
"stanton!" Floyd appealed. overtak.
! ing him. "Please-l give you my
word l never meant that. I've got
to be back at my own hotel. tonight.
that was all. I'll do anything you
say"
| stanton slowly halted.
"Will you come with me now. to
dinner? Suit yourself"
"I'd like to-" was the humble sur
render. Like q woman, Floyd yielded
to a superior will; Ike q man, there
were no small reservations In his
yielding.
There was a taxicab waiting; to 1t
Stanton led the way.
The destination was one OF the
large hotels Of the city. and neither
Of the companions were dressed for
the public dining-room. In the
guest-crowded lobby Stanton paused
to order dinner sent to his own apart.
ment. perfectly Indifferent to the SEN
sation caused by their entrance.
"You are unwell. sir?" the clerk
ventured, regarding him wide-syed.
mo-" he denied laconically.
But he looked far more fatigued
than his comparatively frail mechan.
ician, nevertheless. Fatigued, and III.
"You didn't hurt yourself in our up
set, hope" Floyd said with anxiety.
when they were alone In the stif. i'm.
personal hotel room.
mo, I had bad night Of It," Stan
! ton explained. He sat down In ON
armchair. resting his head against the
cushioned back MAKE yourself COM
Portable as you can, Floyd. There Is
nothing the matter with me-there
can't be, never was sick day since
can remember. Probably need
feeding; I've eaten nothing since that
COMPOUNDED dinner last evening, and
It 10 nearly six o'clock now"
But, after all. when the food was
brought, Stanton could eat none Of
1t; although maintaining pretense
Of doing 80, which forbade his COM
panion to comment upon the fact.
Were you feeling i'll 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.
mot 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 began to feel 80 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."
'Afiss Carlisle doesn't seem to be
Z lucky companion" Floyd observed
dryly. "She made you miss your train
here. ron csme near breaking your