The Marshall republican., 1912-08-30

With her x .rming trick of prompt
obedience. she at once seated herself
ut the instrument.
II was no ornate classic. no love
song. that the velvet-and-gold central.
10 voice braided into S%tanton's MEM
DRY, to be In the near future a torture
more acute than physical pain and per.
ponai grief.
~0ft, IN the ntfiiy night
Ere slumber's chain hath hound me.
FOND memory brings the light
VI other days around me-"
That was the quaint stir melody of
nifty years before. that Jessica Floyd
sung 70 Stanton before they parted.
On reaching home. an hour later.
Stanton found a letter awaiting him
frcn the assistant manager, Green. IL
was dated from Long Island, and re.
minded hi1 that the course would be
open for the last days practice next
morning during the early hours.
THE cor 10 at last ready. and n
you see JSs Floyd. tell him that We
can rot Get along without him any
longer" ran the concluding sentence.
Stanton put down the letter, frown-
ms at Il IN irritated establishment.
lad not Floyd gone 10 prepare for tho
race. with Green and by his direct or.
cerY How then could he, Stanton,
know anything about his m~echanirian
and why did not Green know every.
thing7 Possibly Floyd had been kept
at the Mercury factory; but In that
case Green would surely have sent
there for him. instead OF trusting TO
the faint chance Of Stanton's
tering him. or course Floyd must be
ready to 20 out for the delayed prac.
tics work next morning-Stanton rose
impatiently; Of course he would be
ready.
A thought like q p~eedieprick halted
him when halfway across the room, q
wild fancy. Could Il BE- conceived
credible that Valerie Carlisle did wish
to prevent the Mercury car from rae
ing. and, failing to reach the driver.
might attempt 70 keep away the mech.
anician she knew TO be 10 vaiuabIsf
He recalled bis own strange iilness on
the v of the Massachusetts, rscs.,
On en- s<bcyond restrain. he
turned TO his tsiepAone; there would
be some one 20 tell him OF Floyd st
the factory. for II was working night
and day 10 all its orders.
Yes. s37 Frenchwood," tho thin
voice finally came along the wire.
"Yes. Mercury. Mr.. stantonf Wait"
Tho instrument roared vileiy; he
knew II was the din OF the huge en-
gines he heard across thirty miles Of
distance.
Hello" another voice took up,
through the drone. "stantonf This
Is Mr.. Bailey. whatf oh. why royd's
gone on" there was q blank clicking
TO Long Island tonight" was faint
iy resumed. Hell be on his Job when
you need him. Stanton: 60 q bit easy
on the poor hid. He isn't = machine"
Stanton exclaimed something ugly |
and hung up the receiver with q snap.
Bailey was . fool. he mentally snesrsd.
and Green was another. and he him
self the third. A for Miss Carlisle.
he had not seen or heard Of her since
the trip TO Indiana. No more orchids
and laurel. He smiled in sardonio ~
lief and went to open q window 10
the pungent October cir. Tomorrow
he would see Floyd at the course and
begin the work which intoxicated him
~ Il does all those who once acquire
the fearless mastery Of . . at high
speeds and taste the strong excite
ment OF the racing game. He drew Q
breath OF anticipated e~xhilaration;
this was the ground where he and
Floyd stood closest in understanding
and where Jessica could never como.
But he wished that she had not
looked so strangely grave and wistfui.
that evening. II troubled him.