Putnam patriot., 1912-08-09

N / Miss Floyd. Let Me Introduce Miss
 Carlisle" ton. or will we have to take your" came the crisp question. We've got your number"
 I'll follow wherever you like,' en- gagged Stanton. Lead the way"
 They started, preceded by one officer and followed by another. also by a shabby young man on a bicycle. Into the station they went, accompanied by their three attendants.
 The charge was three fold: exceed ing the speed limit by some fifty miles an hour, resisting arrest. and violating the smoke ordinance. That set forth. the usual interrcgatory was put, Stan- ton replying with concise brevity
 Name and age?"
 Ralph Stanton, twenty-six.
 "Oceupation?"
 Automobile driver"
 Name of carr"
 Mercury"
 "Owner?"
 "The Mercury Company"
 The shabby young man interrupted proceedings by stified gasp, grasping the sleeve of Floyd. who stood looking m.
 'That's stantonf stantonY And yon who are you?"
 "Jes Floyd. his mechanician," was the wondering response.
 Stanton glanced that way, as Floyd was drawn to the other side of the room by his excited captor, but turned back to answer the remainder of the examination. When the ceremony was ended, he signalsd to his mechani- clan.
 Come: I've got to go before the magistrate and give ball." he summoned impatiently
 Floyd came across to him, shining eyed and eager.
 Stanton. that is a reporter; he wants us to tell him about your doing this. He needs fresh story to make good with his paper-can't We give it to him?"
 Stanton surveyed his companion, eyebrows lifted
 Why should We? The newspapers will get 1t. whatever We do. Come" But he needs 1t; 1t would help him." Floyd urged "He, he's thin and frayed out-Stanton, he looks hungry" !" Do you want to help him?" the driver queried, astonished. Do you care about a man you do not know and never see again?'
 Don't you?" asked Floyd, simply. ''I'm not from Paradise" dryly an swered Stanton. Tell him anything you like, but be quick"
 He looked at the reporter again, with a new use of his eyes. Floyd was right; the man was threadbare and gaunt. and pathetically young. Stanton had a rebuked consciousness of being strong and brutal in his strength, successful and selfish in his success.
 You are an educating companion" 1" he observed, as they went out with an officer
 Why" Floyd inquired. puzzled. But Stanton would elucidate no further.
 The ordeal before the magistrate was not long Stanton was held in thou sand dollars bail for future trial. pro- duced a surety company's bond and in fifteen minutes was free and once f,, fc hah ha Maro..rx,fe wheel
 We will reach the office on time" commented the lawbreaker.
 You do it like veteran" Floyd unused with mock suspicion.
 At the office they left the car, but not each other. There was growing upon Stanton more and more the de- sire for Jesse Floyd's companionship, a final rebellion of nature against his lonely existence.
 Do you have to stay here?" he de- manded, upon concluding arrange ments at the office. "No," Floyd replied
 Come to dinner with me, then" The mechanician shook his bronze curled head in laughing refusal
 There has been enough of that, Mir. Stanton; you come to dinner with me" At your homer" escaped Stanton involuntarily. He had a sudden vision of Jes and Jessica together, a pre- monition of mental bewiiderment be- fore the spectacle of their incredible likeness.
 q would like that, but you know we live up town, and I have got to be back here in an hour. MT. Green wants me
 "Oh. anywhere you say. See hare, why can't you wait and come on the train with me to Indianapolis? We might make the trip less monotonous for each other"
 Taken by surprise. Floyd hesitated.
 I-you are good to think of It. but Mir. Green would never consent. He has arranged for me to go on to- night"
 "Why shouldn't he consent? You would be there in plenty of time" Floyd turned his mischieyous gray eyes to the other mans. guarding si- fence. But Stanton halted in the mid de of the sidewalk. his face locking in his steelhard anger and determina- tion
 T know what you mean. Floyd. And.
 . ----i- Ao believe that you