The Elbert County tribune., 1912-08-02
CHAPTER lv,-(contInued).

Rupert got up. his dark. malign lit
tie face twisted.
III I'd broken a leg they'd have
sent cart for me-" he mourned
Now I'll have to walk. and l amt
used to 1t. Hard lucki'
IF you go around to the stables
they will give you my pony cart
Emily offered impulsively. YOU" her
dimpling smile cleaned out. you once
put tire on for me. you know. Please
let me return the service"
Rupert's black eyes opened. slow
grin of appreciation crinkled streaks
Of dust and oil as he surveyed the
young girl
''I'll put tires on every wheel you
run into control. day and night shifts"
he acknowledged with sweet cordial
ity. But I'm no horse-chauffeur.
thanks; ] guess I'll walk"
He Is a gentle pony" she remon-
strated. ANY one can drive him."
He turned side glance toward the
motionless car.
That's all right. but I'm used to be-
ing killed other ways. I'll be going :"
Jack Rupert. do you mean to tell
me that you will race with Lestrange
every season. and yet you're afraid to
drive fat cob?" cried the delighted
Dick.
I'm not telling anything. had a
he lost control Of. and broke his neck.
I'm taking no chances"
How many men have you seen
break their necks out Of autos7"
That's in business" pronounced
Rupert succinctly. I'm going on. Oar
ling; It's only two-mile run"
Here. wait" Dick urged. Emily,
I'll stroll around to the stables with
him and make one OF the men drive
him down. You don't mind my leav
ing your"
NO" Emily answered 81 will walt
for you"
She might have walked back alone.
II she had chosen. But instead she
sat down on boulder near the hedge.
folding her hands in her lap like de-
mure child. The house was SO dull, SO
hopelessly monotonous contrasted
with this fresh. wind-tossed outdoors
and Lestrange in his vigor of life and
glamour Of ultra-modern adventure.
you and Mr.. French are very
good" Lestrange said presently. 81 am
afraid I appreciate 1t more than Ru-
pert. though"
rs he really afraid of horses?"
II should not wonder: ! never tried
him. But he is amazingly truthful"
Their eyes met across the strip of
sunny road as they smiled: again
Emily felt the sudden confidence. the
falling away of all constraint before
the direct clarity Of his regard.
You won your race" she said ir-
relevantly. 81 was glad since you
wanted It,"
Thank you." he returned with
equal simplicity. But did not want
It that way. SO far as ] was con-
cerned"
Yet. II was the next step?"
Yes. It was the next step. meant
that one does not care to be victor
because the leading cars we're wreck
ed There is no elation In defeating
a driver who lies out on the course.
But. as you say. It helped my pur-
poSe. YOU" he hesltated for the right
phrase. you are most kind to recall
that ] have purpose"
II was the convent-bred Emily who
looked back at him. earnest-eyed. ex'
altedly serious.
II have thought OF It often. Every
one else that ! know just lives the
way things happen-there are only a
few people who grasp things and
make them happen. That is real
work; so many of us are Just given
work we do not want" she broke
on.
"If we do not want the work. 1t is
probably not our own" said LIE
strange. Unless we have brought II
on ourselves by fault we must un