The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1913-05-16

But, after all, when the food waa
brought, Stanton could eat none OF
it; although maintaining a pretense
Of doing so, which forbade his com"
panion to comment upon the fact.
Were you feeling i'll yesterday"
Floyd inquired, when the last course
was removed and they were left to
themselves. His own bearing was less
assured than usual, his gaiety subdned
to Quietness almost savoring of tim
idity.
mot until evening. after dinner"
The mechanician looked at him,
started to speak, checked himself, and
at last impulsively put the indiscreet
question:
DO you mind telling me where you
dined?"
"Of course not" Stanton returned.
without a trace of hesitation. With
Mr.. Carlisle of the tire company,
and his daughter. They are here for
the races He wanted to talk tires to
me, Heaven knows why. We didn't
get very far; after Miss Carlisle left
| us began to feel so sick that | ex'
cused myself and got away to the
nearest doctor"
Floyd turned his head, and caught
his breath in brief. quick sigh When
he looked back at his host, his candid
eyes were clearer and more gentle
| than they had been since the assist
ant manager had given the account or
Stanton's amazing disappearance.
Acute indigestion. your doctor
called your attack"
Something like it."
Miss Carlisle doesn't seem to be
| lucky companion" Floyd observed
dryly "She made you miss your train
here, you came near breaking your
| wrist with her car, and her dinner
seems to have poisoned you. What
did she give you, lobster and ice
cream?"
Mo- hardly know. | never care
what I eat" He passed his hand i'm
patiently across his forehead, sudden
ly giddy.
Floyd leaned nearer
stanton, how did you feel? What?
| Tell me; I'm not just curious"
Nausea, violent successive attacks
of seasickness that left me too weak
to stand. I've got the headache yet. y
His voice died out; he had vague
impression of Floyd starting up and
coming toward him.
81 had to make the doctor steady
me with some drug so / could race.
he resumed abruptly. I'm brute
enough without that in me, Floyd
Hush. try to rest" urged his mech
anician's earnest young voice across
| the mist.
I'm tired" he conceded.
1t seemed to him long time after
| ward that a sensation of exquisite
GOODNESS extinguished the flame-like
| pain binding his temples, although the
rich sunset glow was still in the room
when he opened his eyes. Floyd was
bending over him, bathing his fore
head with light, firm touches. Stan
the savage irritability of strong man
| What a position for you and me!
What will you do for me-the engine
is shaking loose from the chassis. by
the feeling? Get your tools"
Don't try to talk. have sent for
Doctor" soothed Floyd. "You are
all right. Here" hand was slipped
behind his head. glass Of water held
to his lips. Drink this"
"You might have been a nurse"
Stanton wandered dreamily. Your
sister couldn't do better. And you're
/ so nonsensically good-looking! Floyd"
the feverishly brilliant eyes flashed
wide, what is your sisters name?"
"Jessica."
"Jesse-Jessica?"
1--WE are twins; l told you that.
They named us so purposely."
The heavy white bandage encircling
his mechanician's left arm caught the
patients failing attention.
you've had bad day; go home
and rest" gasped Stanton the brute.
before things slipped from his ken.
(TO BE CONTINUED