The Parma herald. (Parma, Idaho) 1903-1917, 1912-12-05
CHAPTER Iv-(contInu.d).

'uPofe Bot up, MS dark, malign III
tie face twisted.
IF ia broken leg they'd hav
sent cart for me-" he mourned
Now I'll have to walk. and ain
used to 1t. Hard lucki"
III you go around to the stable
they will give you my pony cart.
Emily offered impulsively. You" hel
dimpling smile cleaned out, you ono,
put tire on for me. you know. Pleas.
let me return the service"
Rupert's black eyes opened a SLOW
grin OF appreciation crinkIed streak.
OF dust and oil as he surveyed the
young girl.
III put tires on every wheel vol
run into control. day and night shifts.
ne acknowledged with sweet cordial
n.y. But I'm no horse-chaureur
thanks; guess I'll walk"
He is gentle pony" she remon
strated ANY one can drive him."
he turned a side glance toward the
motionless car.
That's all right, but I'm used to be-
ing killed other ways. III be going" "
JACK Rupert. do you mean to tell
me that you will race with Lestrauge
every season, and yet you're afraid to
drive fat cob?" cried the delighted
Dick.
I'm not telling anything. | had a
cnum who was pitched out by horse
he lost control of. and broke his neck.
I'm taking no chances"
How many men have you seen
break their necks out OF autos?"
That's In business" pronounced
rupert succinctly. I'm going on, Oar
ling; It's only two-mile rum"
Here. wait" Dick urged. Emily,
III stroll around to the stables with
him and make one of the men drive
MIN down. You don't mind my leav-
Ing your"
NO" Emily answered. ct will wait
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
nopelessly 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. IT am
afraid appreciate It more than Ru-
pert. though"
is he really afraid of horses?"
i should not wonder; never tried
MIN. But he is amazingly truthful"
Their eyes met across the strip of
sunny road as they smiled; again
Emily felt the sudden confidence. the
railing away Of all constraint before
the direct clarity of his regard.
you won your race" she said ir-
relevantly. II was glad. since you
wanted It,"
Thank you" he returned with
squal simplicity. But did not want |
4 that way. so far as / was con-
Yet. 1t was the next step?"
Yes. 1t was the next step. I meant |
hat one does not care to be victor
because the leading cars were wreck
"a. There Is no citation In defeating
driver who lies out on the course.
sui. as you say, It helped my pur.
'ose. fou." he hesitated for the right
'hrase. you are most kind to recall
hat have a purpose"
1t was the convent-bred Emily who
BOXED back at him. earnest-eyed. ex.
ltedly serious.
4 have thought of 1t often. Every
ne else that I know Just lives the
ray things happen-there are only n
aw people who grasp things and
lake them happen. That Is real
'ork; 40 many OF us are Just given
'ork we do not want" she broke
n.
IF we do not want the work. II is
rooably not our own" said Lee
range Unless we have brought n
ourselves by fault we must un-
o-I need not speak OF that to You.
ne must not make the mistake of as.
inning some one else's work" !.
He spoke gently. almost as II with h
ciairvoysnt reading OF her tendency
self-immolation.
But may not some one else's fauIt
given us to undo7" she asked ear.
~ May not their work be forced
/ usf"
NO" he answered. 3
moi" bewildered.
oont think so. Each one of ma
Is enough with his own, at least 40
seems to me. Most of us die ha.
re we finish it, m
Emily paused. contending with the ri
holiness and doubts which impellsd al
r to speech. the feminine yearnIne Ii
let another decide her problems &C
us others nonchalant strength NJ re
cisfon allured her uncertainty. OF
4 am discouraged. she confessed nt
nd tired There is no reason III
~ ! should not speak of It. You at
ow Dick. how he can do nothing N W,
factory or business. or In the
ices where French should stand m,
tn's must fall into the hands Of tn
snsers, to be broken and forgotten no
len my uncle dies. for lsct -