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

We got 10 DC mere, ana can set
our New York men in time, now"
well, I'll go, then. Coney Island
/ has got to be raked fine and the tires
brought here as soon as they are
found"
you? You? Travelling and wear
ing yourself out on the eve Of Cruel.
ling race? No. Go to bed and get your
rest, please, Stanton. I'll send some
one"
Stanton did not go to bed, but he
went into the hotel room across the
hall and played billiards with three
of his fellow-drivers. He was less for
bidding, less caustic of speech than
formerly. Floyd had taught him the
art OF companionship. Before the
game ended, the four players found
themselves very good company and
drank a good night in Apollinaris, to
the landlords Bacchic disgust.
About ten o'clock, Stanton looked
into the apartment where Mr.. Green
sat between the telegraph operator
and the telephone.
where is Floyd?" he casually
wondered.
Hello, hello-no, hold the wire.
What Is it? Floyd? Oh. he's gone to
Coney Island. Hello, yes-wrong
number"
ITO Coney Island! You sent him?''
HE offered to CO." Mr.. Green
jerkily impaired. please go to bed.
won't you? Floyd can take care Of
himself I should think, and he has
had two weeks rest to get ready for
/ this"
what do you mean? He has been
working at the factory or with you
ever since we came back from Indian
apolis."
In nervous evaporation the assist
ant manager whirled his chair around.
He had two weeks vacation" he
reiterated GROSSLY. "He told me that
he was going off by himself for quiet
rest. You don't have to know every.
thing, Stanton. fancy he needed a
rest after what you put him through
out west, he asked me not to tell you
about it Hello-454-"
Stanton paused for a moment, dumb,
then turned on his heel and went out.
He was so stunned and bitterly an
gered that little red fiecks danced be-
fore his vision. Floyd had lied to him,
systematically deceived him; in order
to escape from his too pressing friend
ship, no doubt. He remembered that
the mechanician had always shrunk
from his personal advances and only
yielded to them under compulsion.
Now he understood the letter which
he had received the previous night
from Green, and Mr.. Bailey's confused
answer to his question about Floyd.
He had been put off to be amused by
Jessica, until Floyd was again ready
to use him in the plans for the Comet
factory. Jessica! Stanton stopped
short in the dark hall. Had Jessica
also deceived him? Was she too play
ing a part in order to keep him in a
good humor? He struck his clenched
hand violently against the wall beside
him.
What's that?" cried the affrighted
Mr. Green, within the room. "Who-"
II ran against the wall, in the dark"
Stanton called, his voice a little
hoarse, but evenly controlled. "Good
night"
Good night. Well fix things all
right, Stanton; you take good Sleep"
Il shall" promised the driver.
He did not
At seven o'clock, the. next morning,
Mr. Green burst into the hotel dining
room where Stanton was at breakfast.
Hes got them! They're coming"
he rejoiced maniacally. "The car
wasn't at Brighton, but he located it
ten miles farther over, on siding.
And he raised such a disturbance
around the express peoples ears that
they unloaded the tires then and there,
and rushed out two motor trucks to
cart them across to US. They'll be
here by eight and the race starts at
nine. / have been up all night-an
hour ago 1t looked as II you would
have to be withdrawn from the con-
test for lack of few sets of rubber
tires. That fool tire company" He
wiped his forehead. Don't you want
to come out to the course, after you
finish here? Floyd is due on the train
which arrives in fifteen minutes, II he
isn't smothered by the crowd. I never
saw such mob of people; they have
been coming since dawn; all night, In
fact, and they're still coming"
EYES," acquiesced the other un-
emotionally. His dark face gave an
effect of bronzelike immobility, his
blue-black eyes held steel glints.
WELL" the assistant manager re-
sumed, and paused.
The pompadoured waitress was
leaning between them, placing Q tea
pot on the table.
Chocolate, sir" she giggled.
Stanton pushed back his chair, then
checked himself as sharply.
NO." he stated, and set the pot
away from before him.
The movement was not violent, but
there was In It so much poorly 70
strained force that the china vessel
shattered upon striking the table and
all the fragrant brown liquid ran over
the white cloth. The girl exclaimed In
dismay, Mr. Green stared; Stanton