The Richmond Virginian. (Richmond, Va.) 1910-1920, 1912-06-09

pany telegraphs that they sent the
carload on from Chicago two days ago
and II must be here
The freight car must have been
ieft In the New York yards, instead OF
feing sent out here" deduced Stan
ton exasperatedly.
New York says 1t isn't there
Perhaps they shipped the ORDER TO
the Mercury factory, by mistake,
Floyd suggested
MIR. Green looked al him in scorn.
'Of course | phoned there iirst of
all. The chief says they are not there.
either and 10 telegraph all along the
line until We trace the car
Have you done it?' stanton in
--
TIN doing IT now. I've got as far
VEST as Utica and each freight yard
denies having them"
We'll go to lunch. Floyd. The an
swers will come In meanwhile"
There was hotel nearby. which Mr..
Green made his headquarters. and
where Stanton and FLOYD chose to stay.
A good many OF the other drivers and
officials also remained for that night.
I'D run in to little old New York. :"
the driver of the Atlanta car ex-
planned TO Stanton. "only I'm AFRAID
II amt healthy to so through Brook
lyn no often
TO the hotel the answers continued
70 come all that afternoon, until Mr..
Green and the office We're snowed over
by strips OF yellow paper. The larger
rho city and the more crowded its
freight yard, the longer the time re-
duired to make the search for the
missing car and repor: the result To
Long Island.
After four O'Clock. the roads were
again open for practice until sunset.
The Mercury went out for a couple OF
circuits. and lost another tire by skid
ding on a turn. After that the car
stood before its camp, AFRAID Of
wearing out her last pair of shoes"
Floyd Informed soiicitous auestioners.
Can't you buy them somewhere
elseq' chafed the irrItated stanton
The assistant manager stared in a
reproach touched with hysterfa. His
collar was wiited. his eyeglasses dan
yfed BY their cord.
But them? Buy enough racing
tires fitting the Mercury to last you for
a three hundred milo road race. and
get them here by tomorrow morning :
What's the matter with YOU. Stan
tom
We'll since there is nothing 10 do
but cat, come TO dinner. Floyd said
the other.
TT isn't dinner. it's supper cor
rectea his mechanician- This is the
country and you had your dinner at
noon But I'll come. anyhow.
At the table In the course of the
meal a small teapot vas set beIore
Stanton.
Chocolate sir" he was apprised.
WHY. you had none at luncheon
The pompadoured waitress gisgied.
NO, sir. But the gentleman sent
boy after some and came down ana
saw the cook, and cooks that fono
of nonsense and she fifty-four next
December"
stanton looked across into Floyd :
riirthfIl gray eyes.
II hadn't anything better TO do was
the malicious explanation. And ! was
AFRAID vour nerves would go to pieces
IL Won didn't get your usual drug ana
then YOU'D wreck us tomorrow
He'd coax a bird off IA tree. sir,
Uttered the departing maid.
'.C;jy. me YOUR cup and have some
Stanton briefly commanded
Going to throw II at me. like YOU
did that tug OF water on the f1rst night
We raced together leased his conn
psnton, o9eying.
Stantofi's head lifted slightly. the re-
gard in which he enveloped Floyd was
almost savage in its leap of intense
and tenacious passion. Such glance
from man to woman would have been
a declaration. from man to man II was
not thing to be voiced. Floyd him
self falterea before II. starred into pal
Tor.
.;you can throw II at me. II you Ike,
and square up," was all stanton said.
and reached FOR the suEar-bo@i with
his customary nonChalance.
THANKS it's boiling. ] guess went
r-Ioyd acknowledged. Bat he did not
look at the other. and his manner was
troubled.
The meal was ended and the evening
Rad commenced wtfsff II Telegram =t-sss' s'e
in from New York.
car marked Ruby Co. consigned TO
Mercury CO. Ctysaess Island ,@ft iserc last
night"
MIR. Green uttered n howl and felt
for the telephone.
They've shipped the car 10 Coney
-I.fa nd instead at la Long island afA
ragged. THE tires must be out at the
Reach track. or near il.
Don't telephone; send some one ont
there to get them advised Stanton
practically.
our New York men in time. now"
well. III go, then. Coney Island
has rot 10 be raked fine and the tires
brought here az soon as they are
found" ,
ing yourself out on the eve of a Cruel
ling race? No. Go to bed and get
your rest. please. Stanton. I'll send
some one
Stanton did not go to bed. but he
went into the hotel room across the
hall and played billiards with three
of his fellow-drivers. He was less for
bidding less caustic OF speech than
formerly. Floyd had taught him the
art of companionship. Before the game
ended. tho four nlayers found them
selves very good company and drank
n good night in Apoliinaris, to the
landlords Bacchic disgust.
About ten O'Clock. stanton looked
into the apartment where Mr.. Green
sat between the telegraph operator
and the telephone.
Where Is Floyd?' he casually wor-
dered.
Hello. heile-ne. hold the wire.
What Is Il? Floyd? Oh. he's gone
10 coney Island Hello. yes--wrong
number
ITO Coney Island. You sent him.
'.He offered TO go Mr.. Green
jerkNy impaired. pleas go to bed,
won't you? Floyd can take care of
himself, should think. and he has
had a two weeks rest to get ready
for this
What do you mean? Fie has been
working at the factory or with you
ever since we came back from Indian
apolis."
In a nervous evaporation the assist
ant manager whrled his chair