The San Juan islander. [volume] (Friday Harbor, Wash.) 1898-1914, 1912-09-06
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Floyd returned Stanton's call after
. fashion Of his own, some days later.
There's q gentleman Downstairs to
see You, sir" the bell-boy brought In
formation to the latter, one AFTERNOON
He won't come up because he says he
cant leave his automobile, but he'd be
glad II you'd come down, sir.
Stanton looked at the card presented,
and rose with alacrity
His mechanician was IN the hall,
gazing across the wide windows at q
low-swung, long bonneted, dull.gray
motorcar that stood by the curbstone;
a car stripped as bare of every super
fluous belongings as a pugilist enter.
ing the ring. At the hiss of the de-
scending elevator he turned to meet
Stanton with his smile Of sun-shot
cordially
II was afraid to let your machine
out of my sight," he exclaimed. "She
is going on to Indiana, tonight, and
the chief wanted you to see her first.
There wasn't time to get you out to the
factory, after fixing her steering bust.
ness the way you wanted, so they sent
her down for you to look over. The
chief sent word for you to try her out
anywhere you liked and he would pay
the cost If you got in trouble, but to
get her shipped west. tonight unless
she had to go back to the factory, for
there were rumors of strike among
the train men and We might not be
able to get her through in time for the
race"
"Who drove her down here?" Stan.
ton demanded, casting jealous
glance out the window. but accepting
the facts more amiably than could
have been expected.
"The chief, until he left me at the
avenue corner, just now. He said
never mind"
ooh, go ahead"
well, he said he had been a racing
driver himself and knew how you
would feel about having your car
yanked thirty miles across country
roads by another driver; and, er-that
he guessed that he was the only man
in the shops who'd care to tell you he
had done it."
ell get some driving things" sug
gested Stanton, and went back to the
elevator.
When he joined Floyd beside the big
car, he stood for moment busted with
the clasp of his gauntlet, before at
tempting to start.
Miss Floyd told you of my call. the
other day." he queried.
Eyes, OF course. was sorry to be
away; l had never thought of your
hunting me up.
"You did not object to my taking her
out? There was no way of asking you"
This from the self-willed Stantonl
F1oyd's eyes glinted with an apprecia-
ton at once humorous and touched.
object? Why? You could take
care of her." he countered. III,
Fix the spark" babe Stanton, and
went front to crank his motor.
We'll not get half a block without
drawing every mounted policeman for
ten miles," Floyd called, above the
roar Of the ,exhausts. 1--WE ought to
have made ready by putting on few
dozen mufaers."
what. time must she be shipped"
I'VE must have her at the Mercury
office by six o'clock, unless you say she
has to go back to the factory"
ut is after four, now. No time to
try the Long Island course, and there
is a motorcycle race on the Beach
track. Get into your seat; we'll take
Pelham Parkway"
pelham Parkway! Why"
"Have you anything better to pro.
poser"
tits first offense," Floyd resigned
himself. "They can't do worse than
fine you"
Stanton shrugged his shoulders, and
the car rolled forward.
The Mercury glided through the
teeming, congested streets, and left a
faultless record behind her. Not a
traffic officers slightest signal was dis.
regarded, no speed regulations were
materially fractured; Stanton drove
like a law-abiding chauffeur from the
suburbs, and until they were in the
park.
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