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

H1istH ana l-estfdnge, that her ewes
shone wide and lustTous and her Inns
curved softly.
1-r. French was almost in high spir.
its.
"Ibe boy was merely DEVELOPING"
he stated, over his arapc-fruit. 81
have been unjust TO Richard. For two
months Bailey has been talking of his
interest," in the business and atter.
dance at the factory. but I was in.
credHiaVs. Although l fancied I OBJ.
served change-have you observed
a change in him, Emily?"
Yes Emily confirmed. "a yerv
great change. He has grown W. at
last
"Ah? I cannot express to YOU how
it Gratiiies me to have a French rep.
re1enting me in public; have you seen
the morning Journalist"
Il have just come downstairs"
He picked up the newspaper be
side him and passed across the folded
page.
"All in readiness for Beach Con
test the headlines ran. last biz
driver 70 arrive. Lestranee is in lier-
c1Gy camp with r. French. represent
ta-iye CT Company"
And there was a blurred picture Of
q speeding car with driver and mech
aniciau masked to gobHreerua ro--
identity, with the legend underneath:
Darling Lestrange. in his Mercury
on the Georgia course"
Next year / shall make him part
owner. il was always my poor broth
er's desire TO have the future name
still French and French. He was
not thinking OF Richard then; he had
hope Of"
Emily lifted her gaze from the pic
ture, recalled to attention By the
break.
OF one who is unworthy thought.
Richard has redeemed our family from
extinction; that is at rest" He
paused for an instant. My dear child.
when you are married and established.
l shall be content"
Her breathing qUickened. her cour-
age rose to the call of the moment.
IF Dick is here. if he is instead Of
a substitute" she said, carefully quiet
in manner. would il matter. since l
am only a girl, whom I married. Uncle
Ethan?"
The recollection OF that evening
when Emily had given her promise Of
aid, stirred under Mr. Ffrench's self.
ABSORPTION. He looked across the ia
bic at ner colorless. eager face with
perhaps his first thought Of what that
promise might have cost her.
NO" he replied kindly. 1T is part
OF my satisfaction that you are set
free to follow your own choice. With
out thought of utility or fortune. OF
course. Reed nJt say provided ths
man IS CT your own class ard aSsO-
Citations. We viii fear no more low
ma-yia ges.'
Sas had known it before. but it was
hard to hear the sentence embodied in
words. Emily folded her hands over
the paper in her lap and tie pleas
ant breakfast room darkened before
her. Mr.. French continued speaking
of Dick, unheard.
When the long meal was ended and
her uncle withdrew to meet Bailey in
the library, Emily escaped outdoors.
There vas a quaint summer house
part way down the park, an ancient
white pavilion standing beside the
brook that gurgled by on it's way to
the Hudson, where the young girl
often passed her hours. She went
there now, carrying her little work
basket and the newspaper containing
the picture of Lestrange.
Il will save it," was her thought.
Perhaps | may find better Ones-this
does not show his face-but I will
have this now. 1t may be a long time
before l see him."
But she sat with the embroidery
scissors in her hand, nevertheless.
without cutting the reprint. Lestrange
would return to the factory, she never
doubted. and all would continue as be-
fore, except that she must not see
him. He would understand that it was
not possible for anything else to hap
pen, at least for many years. Perhaps,
after Dick was married.
The green and geld beauty of the
morning hurt her with the memory
of that other sunny morning, when he
had so easily taken from her the task
she hated and stTove TO bear. And he
had succeeded, how he had succeeded,
Who else in the world could have so
transformed Dick? Leaning on the
table, her round chin in her palm as
she gazed down at the paper in her
lap. her fancy slipped back to that
night on the Long Island road, when
she had first seen his serene genius
for setting all things right. How like
him that elimination of Dick. instead
of a romantic and impracticable at
tempt to escort her himself.
A bush cracked stiffly at some ones
PASSAGE; a shadow fell across her.
Caught" laughed Lestrange's glad
exultant voice. "Since you lock at the
pOIUdIl, uOW Sudl the OIlSlAd1 rear
to present himself? See, I can
match" He held out card burned at
the corners and streaked with dull
red, "The first time 1 saw your writ
ing, and found my own name there"
Amazed, Emily sat up. and met in
his glowing face ali incarnate JOY of
life and youth.
"Oh!" she gasped piteously.
you are surprised that am here?
My dear, my dear. after last night did
you think l could be anywhere else?"
"The race"
Il know that track too well to need
much practice, and | had the machine