The Owosso times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1897-1926, 1912-09-06
FREDERIC THOnNBURG

Those tires In YETI" demanded
Stanton, when he again drew up be-
fore the repair pit.
The harassed assistant manager
shook his head, exhibiting a sheaf Of
yellow kilograms.
mot yet. The Ruby Company tele-
graphs that they shipped the order
last week by express; the express
company telegraphs that they sent the
carload on from Chicago two days ago
and 1t must be here"
1.-THE freight car must have been
left in the New York yards, instead Of
being sent out here" deduced Stanton
exasperatedly. e~,
New York says 1T isn't there"
Perhaps they shipped the order to
the Mercury factory by mistake"
Floyd suggested.
Mr.. Green looked at him in scorn.
"Of course ] 'phoned there first of
all. The chief says they are not there,
either and to telegraph all along the
line until We trace the car"
Have you done ftp Stanton in
quired.
I'm doing 1t now. I've got as far
west as Utica and each freight yard
denies having them"
We'll 60 to lunch, Floyd The an
swers will come in meanwhile"
There was a hotel nearby, which
Mr.. Green made his headquarters, and
where Stanton and Floyd chose to
stay. A good many of the other driv-
ers and officials also remained for that
night.
"Pd run into little old New York."
| the drivtr of the ATLANTA car ex-
| planned to Stanton, "only I'm afraid it
amt healthy to go through Brooklyn
SO often"
To the hotel the answers continued
to come all that afternoon, until Mr..
Green and the Office were showed over
by strips of yellow paper The larger
the city and the more crowded its
freight yard, the longer the time re-
quired to make the search for the
missing car and report 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 turn. After that the car
stood before dts camp,-"Afraid of
wearing out her last pair of Shoes"
Floyd informed solicitous questioners.
Cant you buy them somewhere
else?" chafed the irritated Stanton.
The assistant manager stared in a
reproach touched with hysteria. His
collar was wilted, his eyeglasses dan
gled by their cord.
"Buy them? Buy enough racing
tires fitting the Mercury to last you
for three hundred mile road race,
and get them here by tomorrow morn
ing? What's the matter with you,
Stanton?" 7U
We'll, since there is nothing TO do
but eat come to dinner, Floyd" said
the other. e0 SITS tfGts.f
/ sit isn't, dinner, it's supper cor
rected 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 was set before
Stanton.
Chocolate, SIR" he was appraised.
why, you had none at luncheon!"
The pompadoured waitress giggled.
mo, sir. But the gentleman sent
boy after some and came down and
saw the cook, and cooks that fond Of
nonsense, and she fifty-four next De-
cember-"
Stanton looked across into F1oyd's
mirthful gray eyes.
II hadn't anything better to do"
was the malicious explanation. "And
was afraid your nerves would go to
pieces II you didn't get your usual
drug and then you'd wreck us to-mor-
row."
He'd coax a bird off a tree, sir"
Uttered the departing maid
Give me your cup and have some,"
Stanton briefly commanded.
Going to throw It at me, like you
did that jug of water on the first night
we raced together?' leased his COM
panion, obeying.
Stanton's head lifted slightly, the re-
gard in which he enveloped Floyd was
almost savage In its leap of intense
and tenacious passion. Such a glance
from man to woman would have been
a declaration, from man to man 1t was
not thing to be voiced. Floyd him.
self faltered before 1t, startled into
pallor.
You can throw II at me, II you like,
and square up" was all Stanton said,
and reached for the sugar-bowl with
his customary nonchalance.
Thanks; it's boiling, guess
won't" Floyd acknowledged. But he
did not look at the other, and his
manner was troubled.
The meal was ended and the even
ing had commenced, when q telegram
came In from New York
Gar marked Ruby Co. consigned to
Mercury Co. Coney Island, left here
last night"
Mr.. Green uttered a howl and felt
for the telephone.
They've shipped the car to Coney
Island instead Of to Long Branch" he
ragged. THE tires must be out at the