New Ulm review., 1912-03-13

1 Into ca ditch eon a back stretch, three
/ miles from doctor. People around
picked the men out Of the wreck, and
Lestrange came up to 4ind chat thu
driver was likely to die from a sev-
cred artery before help rgOt there.
Emily The stopped. stopped. with vic
tory In; his hands, had the Italian lift
ed into the merchandising sseat, and
Rupert held him In while they dashed
around The course to the hospital. He
got him there fifteen minutes before
an. ambulance could have reached him.
and the man will get wsll. But Le-
strange had lost six minutes. He had
rushed sst1aight to the doctof,s, given
ithem the man, and gone right s0n. but
The had lost six minutes. when lpso-
pie realized what he'd done. they went
wild. Every cone thought he'd lost the
mace. but they scheered him nntil fhey
couldn't shout. And he kept on .driv.
ing. It's all lhere." he waved the
gaudy sheet. 1.-The papers fn1l of It.
faS had half IN hour to make up SIX
minutes. and he did it. He came IN
nineteen seconds ahead of the near
est car. The crowd swarmed oalt on
the course and fell all over him. Old
Baiaey's nearly crazy"
TO see Dick e1cited would have
been marvel enough to hold his aaadt-
tors mute. If the story itself had nut
possessed a quality ito stir, even n0n-
sporting blood. Emily could oily sit
and gaze :at the headlines of the ex-
tended newspaper her dark eyes wide
and shining. hsr soft lips apart.
"He te1egraphed to Bailey" Dick
added in the pause. "Ten words: First
across line in Georgia race. Car In
fine shape. I.estrange.' That was
ALL"
Mr.. FfreRch deliberately passed his
aoffee-pot to Emily.
''You had better take Your break
fast" he advised. ''It is unusual to
see you noticing business affairs,
Dick; might say unprecedented. I
am glad If Baiiey's new man Is cap
able OF his work. at least. suppose
for stke rest. that he could scarcely
do less than take an injured person to
the hospital. Why are you putting
sugar in my cup, EmilyeS
II don't know" she acknowledged
helplessly.
II didn't mean to disturb any one" 4"
said Dick, +sulky and resentfN. It'll
be 4 big thing though Tor our ears,
Bailey says. I didn't know yoa dis.
liked Lestrange."
Mr.. Ffrench :stiffened In his chair.
II have not sufficient interest In the !
man to dislike him." was the cold ~
buke. 1--WE will change the subject"
Emily bent her head. remedying her
with the coffee. She compre-
hended that her uncle had conceived
one Of his strong, silent antipathies
for the young manager, and she was
gorFy. Sorry, although, remembering
Baiiey's unfortunate speech the night
LestraAge's engagement was proposed.
she was not surprised. But she
looked across to Dick sympathetical-
y. So sympathetically. that after
breakfast he followed her into the II.
orary, the colored journals In his
aand.
whats the matter with tho old
Gentleman this morning." he COM
,laiped. "He wants the business to
ucceed, doesn't he? II he does. he
ught to like what Lestrange ia doing
or it. What's the matter with him!"
Emily shook back her yellow curls,
urning her gaze on him.
"You might guess, Dickie. He II
onely."
LONELY! He!"
All the feminine impulse to defend
ared up. g.
"Why not?" she exclaimed with pas
lon. "Who has he got? Who stands
ith him in his house? No wonder he
an not bear the man who is hired to
0 what French should be doing.
is not the racing driver he dis !.
kes, but the manager. And do not
ou blame him. Dick French" ..
Quite aghast, he stared after her as
1e turned away to the nearest win
ow. But presently he followed her =
yer, still holding the papers. :.
Don't you want to read about the =
Ice?" he ventured. 'r
Smiling, though her lashes were