Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1912-05-28
CHAPTER wi.
Tn. Cir, Like Floyd.

CHAPTER VII.
The Girl Like Floyd.
Stanton awoke slowly, with q con
seriousness Of physical wellbeing and
singular restfulness. The shades Of
his room were lowered, but the das
cling sunshine streamed In around
edges and through cracks, glitterine
over a nearby table covered with vel
low kilograms, cardf, newspapers. no
tel memoranda Of telephone calls re
ceived-all the familiar evidences OF
the morning after race. And In the
midst Of the litter stood an tce-wateI
pitcher containing mass OF pale
| yellow roses. Stanton frowned and
looked about him for bell.
Some one rose from q corner and
! approached the bed!
! Better, sir?" queried businesslike
voice; distinctly medical young man
in glasses gazed down at him.
The full situation came clearly tc
Stanton.
Cali right" he gave brief assurance
What time is it?"
The young man consulted a watch
"Thirtyeight minutes East twelve
You have slept about eighteen hours
as / figure 1t. told Mr. Floyd that
was all you needed: you were knocked
out by that attack Of illness, followed
! by a days work that was enough to
exhaust a horse. saw you race, yes
terday."
! .swhere is Floyd?"
"He stayed here until midnight. un
Ill you had been sleeping like baby
for five hours. He was nearly all in
himself, but he wouldn't leave unit
he was sure you were all right. One
Of the incest fellows ever met. HI
made me promise to stay with you
l." with an expansive smile, Il have
got more time than patients, as yet
Here, all this junk came for you, OF
the table. have answered seventeen
telephone calls and sent off twelve
,posies in the Watering. All right? ?
"All right, and much obliged" Stan
ton affirmed, beguiled into smiling
while he glanced casually at the table
There isn't any one am In hurry
to see or hear from. think I vii
get up; it's breakfast time"
II think so. Considering it is youl
! first meal for thirty.six hours, I'll or
der for you. Although I fancy you
could digest rubber tire; you lool
it. Oh. Mr.. Floyd left note"
Stanton rose to his elbow.
Where is it?" demanded the mar
who cared to hear from no one.
It was q short note on the hotel sta
tionsry, written. ina wide-open, leg
IDLE hand that somehow recalled
F'loyd's direct gray eyes.
Dear Stanton: The doctor says 70,
are only tired; and have got to b
in New York by morning. I would
not leave you If could do as want
ed. hope you will believe that.
/ Cordially,
Jesse FLOYD"
The letter might have been written
by girl, for its reticence and lack Of
the personal element, but Stanton wal
well content. It rang right. He felt
vigorously alive and amazingly hun
cry.
While he was breakfasting, or lunch
ing, and reading the heap Of CORE
spondence-which commenced with q
congratulatory telegram from the Mer
curry Company and concluded with a
request for his photograph to be used
as a speedometer advertisement
Stanton decided upon his course. He
would obtain Floyd's address from
Mr.. Green. and pay visit Of acknowl.
edgment to his impromptu nurse
upon reaching New York. That much
was required by ordinary courtesy, at
least.
"Got any enemies?" inquired the
doctor when taking leave.
"Are you asking for list of my
acquaintances?" Stanton ironically re-
sponded.
well, don't want to play detec'
tive, but that was a funny kind Of in
digestion you had, according to Mr.
Floyd's account. Some Of the other
racers might have wanted to keep
you out of the way"
mo! Do you think you are talking
of horse-traders? Once for all, there
is nothing like that DONE"
| Which was very true. But after the
subdued medical man had departed.
the jug Of yellow roses caught Stan.
tons eye. A card was dangling from
the stems, a card, blank this time. ex'
cept for penciled legend:
$50 glad you were able to race, but
so sorry you lost to the ATLANTA"
There was no need of signature.
Stanton very carefully tore the card
into illegible fragments, dragged out
the flowers to fling them into the arid
fireplace. and rang the bell.
Bring fresh ice-water," he bade
| the bell-boy who appeared. And q
timetable for New York"
| However, he did not leave Lowell
that day. detained by Mr.. Green with
a score Of appointments and arrange
ments. Nor was 1t until two days later
that he found himself free to seek the
address in upper New York which he
had wrested from the reluctant assist
ant manager.
Floyd asked me not to give it to
people," Mr.. Green had protested.
did he ask you not to give 1t to
I.me1''
mo, but"
Very good; am not people"
Don't you zee him enough at race
times. Stanton? I'm sure hs is the
best man we have had" fretted his
manager.