The San Juan islander. [volume] (Friday Harbor, Wash.) 1898-1914, 1912-11-22

40 04SA GILL US0 III Do11oe u93, Uuo
bent her head to Lestrange; II she
had regretted her impulsive conf
dence. again the clear sanity and
calm OF the gray eyes she encountered
established self-content.
When they were trotting down the
road toward home. in the crisp air,
Emily glanced at her cousin.
Il did not know you and Mr.. Lee
strange were so well acquainted" she
remarked.
7 see him now and them" Dick an
swered uneasily.. ''He's too busy to
want me bothering around him much.
aforementioned himi"
Eyes"
He absently took the whip from its
socket. fecking the horse with It as
he spoke.
1T was awfully square Of you,
Emily, not to mention that night to
Uncle Ethan. It wasn't like girl, at
all. I made an idiot Of myself, and
you've never said anything to me
about It since. never told you where
Lestrange took me. because l didn't
like to talk Of the thing. I'm really
awfully fond Of you, cousin"
Eyes, Dickie," she said patiently.
well, Lestrange rubbed 1t In. Oh,
he didn't say much But he carried
me down to where they were practic-
ing for road race. Such a jolly lot
OF fellows, like bunch of kids; teas
Ing and calling jokes back and forth
at one another half the night until
daybreak, everything raw and chilly.
Busy, and their mechanics busy, and
one after another swinging into his
car and going OF like rocket. BY
the time Lestrange went of, was as
much stirred up as anybody. When
he made record circuit at seventy
seven miles an hour average, was
And then, while he was off again, a
big blue car rolled in and its driver
yelled that Lestrange had gone over
on the Eastbury turn, and to send
around the ambulance. It was like a
nightmare; sat down on stone and
felt sick"
"He-"
"He shook me up half an hour later,
and stood laughing at me. Upset"
he said. No; we shed a tire and went
off into field, but it didn't hurt the
machine, so we righted her and came
in He was limping and bruised and
scratched, but he was laughing, while
a crowd of people were trying to shake
hands with him and say things. l
felt-funny; as If wasn't much good.
never felt like that before. This is
only practice he said. when / was
about to go. The race tomorrow will
do better We find it more exciting
than cocktails That was all, but I
knew what he meant, all right. I've
been careful ever since. He won the
race next day, too"
"Dick, didn't it ever occur to you
that you as well as Mr.. Lestrange
might do real things?" she asked. aft
er moment.
He turned his round, good-humored
face to her In boundless amazement
II? race cars and break my neck
and call it fun, like Lestrange?
You're laughing at me, Emily"
"No, no." in spite of herself the pic
ture evoked brought her smile. mot
like that. But you might be inter-
ested in the factory. You might learn
from Mr.. Bailey and take charge of
the business with Uncle Ethan. 1t
would please uncle. how 1t would
please him, If you did"
Dick stirred unhappily.
''It would take lot of grind" he
objected. IT haven't the head for It.
really I'm not such an awfully bad
lot, but hate work. Let's not be Sc
rious, cousin. How pretty the frosty
wind makes you look!"
Emily frightened the reins with q
brief sigh of resignation.
Never mind, Dickie. I-uncle will
find substitute Things must go on
somehow, suppose. even II we do not
like the way"
But the way doomed distasteful that
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