The San Juan islander. [volume] (Friday Harbor, Wash.) 1898-1914, 1912-11-08

$50 you won't fall ont soofha6 fre
grfnning Rupert. You amt ven. YOU
know. Not that I'd care If you did
but somebody might blame Darling.
The car leaped forward, catherine
speed to an extent that was reyela
ton In motoring to Ffrench. The
keen air. the giddy rush through the
dark, were a SOLDERING tonic. After a
while he Spoke to the man beside him
nervously embarrassed by situation
he was beginning to appreciate.
This IL a racing cart"
'Tt was"
isn't 1t now?"
IT I were going to race It day after
tomorrow, wouldn't be risking II
over country road tonight. A rae
Ing machine Is petted like race horse
until 1t is wanted"
And them"
at takes its chances. II you are con
nected with the Trenches who manu-
facture the Mercury car. you should
kLow something Of automobile racine
yourself. / noticed your limousine
was Of that make"
Eyes, that is my uncle's company. ]
did see a race once at Coney Island
A car turned over and killed its drive,
and made nasty muss. IL didn't
fancy It,"
A wheel slipped of stone, giving
the car swerving lurch which was
as instantly corrected-with a second
lurch-by its pilot. The effect was
not trRnquilizing; the shock swept the
last confusion from Ffrench's brain.
Where are you taking met" he
presently asked.
Where do you want to go? / will
set you down at the next village we
come to: you can stay there tonight
or you can get trolley to the city"
The question remained unanswered
Several times Ffrench glanced, rather
difhdently, at his companions clear,
firm profile, and looked away again
without speaking.
Il went out to get my cousin today
and my host gave me couple Of high.
balls" he volunteered, at last. 81
don't know what you thought"
Lestrange twisted his car around q
belated farm wagon.
How old are your" he inquired
calmly.
"Twenty-three."
I'm nearly twenty-seven. That's
what I thought"
The simpler mind considered this
for space.
Some men are born awake, some
awake themselves, and some are shak.
en- into awakening" paraphrased Lee
strange, In addition 'If I were you
I'd wake up; 1t comes easier and it's
sure to arrive anyhow. There Is the
village ahead-shall l stop?"
"It looks terribly dull" was the
doleful verdict.
Then come with me-" flashed the
other Unexpectedly; for fractional
instant his eyes left the road and
turned to his companions face. did
you ever see race practice at dawn!
Come try night In training camp
You'd bother with me?"
Eyes"
A head bobbed up by ,Ffrench'a
knee. where Rupert was clinging In
some inexplicable fashion.
"Once rode eight miles out there
by the hood, head downward. holding
in pin," he impaired. by way of en-.
tertainment.
Ffrench stared at the Keeling perch
indicated, and gasped.
What for? he asked.
$50 we could keep on to our con.
troll instead Of being put out Of the
running, Of course. Did you guess
was curing headache?"
"But you might have been killed."
exclaimed French.
Even by the semi-light Of the lamps
there was. visible the mechanician's
droll twist of lip and brow.
'I'd drive to hell with Lestrange,'
he explained sweetly, and settled back
in his place.
French drew long breath. After
moment he again looked at the
driver.
"I1l come" he accepted And.
thank you"
It was Lestrange who smiled this
time, with a sudden and enchanting
warmth of mirth.
We'll try to amuse you." he prom.
ised.
CTo BE CoNTINUED)
Fairness Wilma