Elk City mining news. (Elk City, Idaho) 1903-1913, 1912-10-24
CHAPTER VII.
The Girl Like Floyd.

The Girl Like Floyd.
Stanton awoke slowly, with a con-
seriousness of physical well-being and
singular restfulness. The shades of
his room were lowered, but the daz-
Fling sunshine streamed in around
edges and through cracks, glittering
over a nearby table covered with vel
low kilograms, cards, newspapers, no
tel memoranda of telephone calls re-
ceived-all the familiar evidences Of
the morning after a race. And in the
midst of the litter stood an ice-water
pitcher containing a mass Of pale
yellow roses. Stanton frowned and
looked about him for a bell.
Some one rose from a corner and
approached the bed.
Better, sir?" queried a b~usinesslike
voice; a distinctly medical young man
in glasses gazed down at him.
The full situation came clearly u
Stanton.
All right" he gave brief assurance.
What time is it?"
The young man consulted a watch.
~Thirty-eight minutes past twelve.
You have slept about eighteen hours,
~ I figure it. l 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
tsrday." 80 ,t...
where is Floyd?"
= "He stayed here until midnight, IN
al Won bod haap c1oapip0 lilo O hohv
for five hours. He was nearly all in,
himself, but he wouldn't leave until
he was sure you were all right. One
Of the incest fellows l ever met. He
made me promise to stay with you.
l." with an expansive smile, II have
got more time than patients, as yet
Here, all this junk came for you, on
the table. l nave 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.
to see or hear from. l think I will
get up; it's breakfast time"
"I think so. Considering 1t is your
nrst meal for thirty-six hours, I'll or
der for you. Although l fancy you
could digest a rubber tire; you look
It. Oh, Mr., Floyd left a note"
= Stanton rose to his elbow.
where is it?" demanded the man
who cared to hear from no one.
1t was a short note on the hotel sta
tionery, written in a wide-open, leg
ibls hand that somehow recalled
T1oyd's direct gray eye
Dear Stanton: The doctor says you
IN only tired; and l have got to be
In New York by morning. / would
not leave you II I could do as I want
I'd. hope you will believe that.
Cordially,
JESSE FLOYD"
The letter might have been written
~ q girl, for it's reticence and lack of
tho personal element, but Stanton was
we'll content. 1t ran right. He felt
vigorously alive and amazingly hun.
gy
While he was breakfasting, or lunch.
ing, and reading the heap Of CORE.
spondence-which commenced with a
congratulatory telegram from the Mer
curry Company and concluded with a
request for his photograph to be used
as a s~peedometer advertisement
Stanton decided upon his course. He
would obtain Floyd's address from
Mr.. Green, and pay a visit of acknowl
edgment to his impromptu nurse
upon reaching New York. That much
was required by ordinary courtesy, a
Least.
"Got any enemies?" inquired tn,
doctor when taking leave.
Are you asking for a list Of m,
acuuaintances?" Stanton ironically re
sponded-
We'll, I don't want to play detec
tive, but that was a funny kind Of in
digestion you had, according to MI
Floyd's account. Some Of the othe