The Owosso times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1897-1926, 1912-08-16
CHAPTER VII.
The Girl Like Floyd.

his room were lowered, out the udZ-
cling sunshine streamed in around
edges and through cracks, glittering
over a nearby table covered with vel
low kilograms, cards, newspapers, ho-
tel memoranda Of telephone calls re-
ceived-all the familiar evidences of
The morning after race. And in the
midst Of the litter stood an ice-water
pitcher containing mass Of pale
yellow roses. Stanton frowned and
looked about him for bell.
Some one rose from a corner and
approached the bed.
Better, sir?" queried businesslike
voice; q distinctly medical young man
In glasses gazed down at him.
( The full situation came clearly to
stanton.
"All right" he gave brief assurance.
what time Is itf"
The young man consulted watch.
"Thirty-eight minutes past twelve.
You have slept about eighteen hours.
kas ! figure II, told Mr.. Floyd that
was all you needed; you were knocked
out by that attack Of illness, followed
ny q days work that was enough to
exhaust horse. / saw you race, yes
terday."
"Where is Floyd?"
THE stayed here until midnight, un-
til you had been sleeping like baby
for five hours. He was nearly all in,
himself, but he wouldn't leave until
he was sure you were all right. One
OF the incest fellows ever met. He
made me promise to stay with you.
L" with an expansive smile, II have
got more time than patients, as yet.
Here, all this junk came for you, on
the table. l have answered seventeen
telephone calls and sent off twelve
posies in the Watering. All right?"
"All right, and much obliged" STAN
ton affirmed, beguiled into smiling,
while he glanced casually at the table.
There isn't any one am in hurry
to see or hear from. think will
get up; it's breakfast time"
IT think so. Considering it is your
first meal for thirty-six hours, III or
der for you. Although fancy you
could digest a rubber tire; you look
1T. Oh, Mr.. Floyd left note"
Stanton rose to his elbow.
"Where is it?" demanded the man
who cared to hear from no one.
1t was short note on the hotel sta
tionery, written in a wide-open, leg
ible hand that somehow recalled
Floyd's direct gray eyes.
Dear Stanton: The doctor says you
are only tired; and have got to be
in New York by morning. would
not leave you If / could do as l want
ed. hope you will believe that.
Cordially,
JESSE FLOYD"
The letter might have been written
by girl, for its reticence and lack Of
the personal element, but Stanton was
well content. 1t rang right. He felt
vigorously alive and amazingly hun
CRY.
While he was breakfasting, or lunch
ing, and reading the heap Of CORE
spondence-which commenced with a
congratulatory telegram from the Mer-
curry Company and concluded with a
as speedometer advertisement.
Stanton decided upon his course. He
would obtain Floyds address from
Mr.. Green, and pay visit of acknowl-
edgment to his impromptu nurse,
upon reaching New York. That much
was required by ordinary courtesy, at
least.
."Got any enemies?" inquired the
doctor when taking leave.
"Are you asking for a list OF my
acquaintance? Stanton ironically re-
sponded.
well, / don't want to play detec-
tive, but that was a funny kind of in
digestion you had, according to Mr..
F1oyd's account. Some Of the other
racers might have wanted to keep
you out Of the way"
mo! Do you think you are talking
of horse-traders? Once for all, there
is nothing like that DONE"
Which was very true. But after the
subdued medical man had departed,
the jug Of yellow roses caught Stan
tons eye. A card was dangling from
the stems, a card, blank this time. ex-
cept for a penciled legend:
$50 glad you were able to race, but
30 sorry you lost to the ATLANTA"
There was no need Of signature.
Stanton very carefully tore the card
into illegible fragments, dragged out
the flowers to fling them into the arid
fireplace. and rang the bell.
Bring fresh ice-water," he bade
the bell-boy who appeared. "And
timetable for New York."
However, he did not leave Lowell
that day, detained by Mr.. Green with
a score Of appointments and arrange
ments. Nor was It until two days later
that he found himself free to seek the
address In upper New York which he
had wrested from the reluctant assist
ant manager.
Floyd asked me not to give II to
people," Mr.. Green had protested.
did he ask you not to give 1t to
mar