The central record. (Lancaster, Ky.) 18??-current, 1912-01-19

guessed
His vivid color and animation re-
turned as he caught her to him, heed
less of witnesses.
"You dare? My dear, my dear, not
even a question? There is no one
like you. Say, shall take you now,
or send Dick for you after the racer"
Mr.. French exclaimed some inartic-
ulate words, but neither heard him.
Send Dick" Emily answered, her
eyes on the gray eyes above her.
Send Dick-I understand, I will
come"
He kissed her once, then she drew
back and he went down the terraces
toward the gates. AS Emily sank down
on the bench by the pavilion door,
Bailey brushed past her, running after
the straight, 1.-the figure that went
steadily on out of sight among the
huge trees planted and tended by five
generations of Trenches.
When the vistas of the park were
empty. Emily slowly turned to face
her uncle.
You love David Ffrench?" he asked,
his voice thin and harsh
YES" she answered. She had no
need to ask if Lestrange were meant.
He is married to some woman of
the music halls"
NO"
How do you know? He has told
you?"
She lifted to him the superby conf
denoe OF her glance, although ,sarvous
/ tremors shook her in waveliEe SUE
cession.
III he had been married. he woulf
not have made me care for him. He
has asked me to be his wife,"
They were equally strange to each
other in these new characters, and
equally spent by emotion. Neither
moving, they sat opposite each other
in silence. So Bailey found them
/ when he came back later, to take his
massive stand in the doorway, his
hands in his pockets and his strong
jaw set.
Il think that things are kind OF
mixed up here, Mr.. French he stated
grimly. Il guess I'm the one to
straighten them out a bit: I've loved
Mr.. David from the time he was kid
and never saw him get a square deal
yet. You asked him what he was do
ing here-I'n tell you; he is Le-
! strange"
There is a degree OF amazement
which precludes speech; Mr.. French
. looked back at his partner. mute.
HE is Lestrange. He never meant
you to know; he'd have left without
your ever knowing, but for Miss En-
lily. | guess | don't need to remind
! you of what he's done; if it hadn't
been for him we might have closed
i cur doors some day. He understands
the business as none of US back NUM-
her, old-fashioned ones do; he took
mold and shook some life into it. We
can make cars, but he can make peo-
pie buy them. Advertising. Why.
just that fool picture he drew on the
back of a pad, one day, of row of
thermometers up to one hundred
forty, with the sign '2Iercuries are at
| N'N NOi, pVOplC
Bailey cleared his throat He was
always making people notice, and
laughing while he did it. He's risked
bis neck on every course going, to
bring cur cars in first, he's lent his
fame as a racing driver to help US
along. And now everything is fixed
the way we want, he's thrown out.
What did he do it for? He thought
he needed to square accounts with
you, for being born, l suppose; SC
when he heard how things were going
| with us he came to ME and offered his
help. At least, that's what he said.
l believe he came because he couldn't
bear to see the old place go under"
! There was a skein of blue silk
swinging over the edge of the table
Mr.. French picked it up and replaced
it in Emily's work basket before re-
plying.
If this remarkable story is true, "
he began, accurately precise in &C.
cent.
You don't need me to tell you 1t
is" retorted Bailey. You know
J what my new managers been doing;
/ why, you disliked him without seeing
him, but you had to admit his good
work. And 1 heard you talking
about his allowance, Mr.. French. He
never touched it, not from the first;
it piled up for six years. Last April.
when we needed cash in a hurry, he
drew it out and gave it to me to buy
aluminium. When he left here first he
drove a taXicab in New York city I'M
ill he got into racing work and made
Darling I.estrange famous all over the
continent. l guess it went pretty hard
for a while: if he'd been the things
you called him, he'd have gone to the
devil alone in New York. But he
didn't"
An oriole darted in one arcade and
out again with a musical whir of
wings. The clink of glass and silver
sounded from the house windows with
a pleasant cheeriness and suggestion
Of comfort and plenty.
HE made good" Bailey concluded,
thoughtfully. But it sounded queer
to me to hear YOU tell him you didn't
want him around because Mr.. Dick
took his place. know. and Miss En-
lily knows, that Dick French was no
use on earth for any place until Mr.
David took him in hand and made him
fit to live. That's all, l guess, that
| bad to say; I'll get back to work.
He turned, but paused to glance
around. tits going to be pretty dull