Webster City freeman. [volume] (Webster City, Hamilton County, Iowa) 1884-1946, 1912-02-20

81 See Him Now and Then"
er American car on the course, II
nothing goes wrong"
She looked up.
Sand if something does?" she Won
dered.
He shrugged his shoulders.
spray be careful Of those moving
belts behind you, Miss French. II
something does-there is a chance In
every game worth playing"
"a chance!" her feminine nerves
recoiled from the implied conse-
quences. "But only chance, surely
You were never in an accident, never
were hurt?"
Lestrange regarded her in surprise
mingled with a dawning raillery inf
nitely indulgent.
"T had no accidents last season. he
guardedly responded. 1--WE been quite
lucky. At least Rupert and play our
game unhampered; there Will be no
broken hearts If we are picked up
from under our car some day.
They had reached the door while
he spoke; as he put his hand on the
knob to open it. Emily saw long
zigzag scar running up the extended
arm from wrist to elbow, mute
commentary on the conversation. In
silence she passed out across the
COURTYARD to where her red-Wheeled
cart waited. But when Lestrange had
put her in and given her the reins'
she held out her hand to him with
more gravity.
81 shall wish you good luck for
next week. she said.
Lestrange threw back his head,
drawing quick breath: here In the
strong sunlight he showed even
younger than she had thought him.
young with primitive intensity OF
Just being alive.
THANK you. would like-f 1t
were possible-to win this race"
This one, especially"
yes. because it is the next step
toward a purpose have set myself,
and which shall accomplish If |
live. Not that will halt If this step
fails. no, nor for score OF such fall
ures. but | am anxious to go on and
finish"
Up to Emily's face rushed the an
swering color and fire to his; drawn
by the bond Of mutual earnestness,
she leaned nearer
"You live to do something? So do
I. so do Il! And every one else plays
However Lestrange would have re-
Piled he was checked by the crash Of
the courtyard gate. Abruptly recalled
to herself. Emily turned, to see Dick
French coming toward them.
Remembering how the three had
last met, the situation suggested
strain. But to Emily's astonishment
the young men exchanged friendly
mods. although Dick flushed pink.
Good morning, Lestrange," he
greeted. i've Just come up from the
city, Emily, and there wasn't any car
riage at the station. 30 when one Of
the testers told me you were hero
came over to get q ride"
1--WE been to see Mr.. Bailey" she
responded. "Get In"
As Dick climbed IN beside her, shs
bent her head to Lestrangs; II she
had regretted her impulsive coma.
dence, again the clear sanity and
calm OF the gray eyes she encountered
established self-content.
When they were trotting down the
road toward home, in the crisp air.
Emily glanced at her cousin.
IT did not know you and Mr.. Le-
strange were SO well acquainted" she
remarked.
Il see him now and then" Dick an.
swered uneasily. Hes too busy to
want me bothering around him much,
aforementioned himt"
Eyes"
He absently took the whip from ita
socket, flecking the horse with It al
he spoke.
'Tt was awfully square Of you,
| Emily, not to mention that night to
Uncle Ethan. It wasn't like girl, at
all. ! made an idiot Of myself. and
you've never said anything to me
about 1t since. never told you where
Lestrange took me, because / didn't
1 like to talk Of the thing. I'm really
awfully fond Of you, cousin"
Eyes, Diclie," she said patiently.
well, Lestrange rubbed 1t In. Oh.
he didn't say much. But he carried
me down to where they were practic-
ing for a road race. Such a jolly lot
of fellows, like a bunch Of kids; teas
Ing and calling jokes back and forth
at ona another halt The night until