Elk City mining news. (Elk City, Idaho) 1903-1913, 1912-12-05
CHAPTER X-(Continued).

friends" she rebuked. But beyond
that how can any one tell what will
happen? We can just live our best
every day and wait to see further.
Sometimes things get twisted wrong"
what is the matter? What Is twist
cd wrong. Miss Floyd?"
She shook her head. smiling across
her shoulders at him.
"Nothing-nothing but me. Only I
feel disgustingly gloomy tonight; as II
Jss and ! were very far apart. Never
mind, I wish you all good luck and
victory for the race"
what was that song you were sing
ing on the first day came here?" he
asked irrelevantly.
She hesitated. then struck a few
chords upon the piano. "That?"
Eyes. Will you sing 1t to me.
now?"
With her charming trick OF prompt
obedience, she at once seated herself
ut the instrument
1t was no ornate classic. no love-
wong, that the velvet-and-gold central
to voice braided into Stanton's men,
DRY, to be in the near future torture
more acute than physical pain and per-
sonal grief.
'-Oft, in the Silly night
Ere slumber's chain hath bound me,
Fond memory brings the light
OF other days around me-"
That was the quaint stiff melody OF
hfty years before, that Jessica Floyd
> sung to Stanton before they parted.
On reaching home. an hour later.
Stanton found a letter awaiting him
from the assistant manager. Green. 1t
was dated from Long Island, and re-
minded him that the course would be
open for the last days practice next
morning during the early hours.
The car Is at last ready, and II
you see Jes Floyd. tell him that we
can not get along without him any
longer" ran the concluding sentence.
Stanton put down the letter, frown-
ang at 1T in irritated establishment
Had not Floyd gone to prepare for the
race, with Green and by his direct or
der? How then could he, Stanton
know anything about his mechanician
and why did not Green know every
thing? Possibly Floyd had been kept
at the Mercury factory; but in that
case Green would surely have sem
there for him, instead of trusting tc
the faint chance of ,Stanton's encoun
tsring him. OF course Floyd must be
fAr he dn1 cd y,ra n
tics work next morning-Stanton rose
impatiently; Of course he would bt
ready.
A thought like a needleprick halted
him when halfway across the room, {
Wild fancy. Could 1t be conceived
credible that Valerie Carlisle did wisi
to prevent the Mercury car from rae
ing, and, falling to reach the driver
might attempt to keep away the mech
anician she knew to be so valuable
He recalled his own strange illness OF
the eve of the Massachusetts race
On an impulse beyond restrain. h,
turned to his telephone; there would
be some one to tell him of Floyd a
the factory, for 1t was working nigh
and day to fill its orders.
Yes, S37 Frenchwood." the thil
voice finally came along the wire
Eyes, Mercury. Mr.. Stanton? Wait.
The instrument roared vilely; h,
knew It was the din of the huge en-
xinss he heard across thirty miles O
distance.
Hello" another voice took UT
through the drone. Stanton? Thi
a. Mr.. Bailey. What? Oh. why Floyd
zone on" there was a blank clickin
to Long Island tonight" was fain,
" resumed. He'll be on his Job whe
vou need him Stanton; go bit cas-
"a The poor kid. He isn't = machine.