Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1913-08-08

Yes and do not tire Of our
friends" she rebuked. But beyond
shat, how can any one tell what will
happen. We can just live our best
Every day and wait to see further.
Sometimes things get twisted wrong"
What is the matter? What Is twist
sd wrong Miss Floyd"
She shook her head, smiling across
hsr shoulders at him.
~Nothing-nothing but me. Only
feel disgustingly gloomy tonight; as If
les and / were very far apart Never
mind, wish you all good luck and
victory for the race"
What was that song you were sing
ng on the first day came here?" he
asked irrelevantly
She hesitated, then struck a few
chords upon the piano. THAT"
Yes. VIII you sing it to me,
now?"
With her charming trick of prompt
obedience, she at once seated herself
at the instrument
It was no ornate classic, no love
song, that the velvet-and-gold central
10 voice braided into Stanton's men,
DRY, to be In the near future torture
more acute than physical pain and per
sonal grief.
J~Ott, in the Silly night
Ere slumber's chain hath bound mo,
FOND memory brings the light
Dc other days around ma"
That was the quaint stiff melody OF
dfty years before, that Jessica Floyd
sung to Stanton before they parted.
On reaching home. an hour later,
Stanton found letter awaiting him
from the assistant manager Green. It
was dated from Long Island. and re-
minded him that the course would be
open for the last days practice next
mornlng during the early hours.
The car Is at last ready, and II
you see Jes Floyd, tell him that we
can not get along without him any
longer" ran the concluding sentence.
Stanton put down the letter, frown-
ing at II In irritated establishment.
Had not Floyd gone to prepare for the
race, with Green and by his direct or
Ter How then could he, Stanton.
NOV anything about his mechanician
and why did not Green know every
Ehtngr Possibly Floyd had been kept
At the Mercury factory; but In that
rase Green would surely hive sent
hero for him. instead OF trusting to
The faint chance OF Stanton's encoun-
.ariug him or course Floyd must be
-eady to go out for the delayed prac-
Ice work next morning-Stanton rose
mpatiently; OF course he would be
-eAdy.
\ thought like needleprick halted
lim when halfway across the room,
Wild fancy. Could 1t be conceived
.redible that Valerie Carlisle did wish
% prevent the Mercury car from rae
ng, and, failing 10 reach the driver.
night attempt TO keep away the mech
hulcian she knew TO be so valuable?
He recalled his own strange Illness on
the eve Of the Massachusetts, race.
On an impulse beyond restrain, he
turned to his telephone: there would
oe some one TO tell him of Floyd at
ehs factory, for Il was working night
and day to I'LL its orders.
YES, SS7 Frenchwood." the thin
voice finally came along the wire.
Yes. Mercury Mr. Stanton! Wait"
The instrument roared Wiley: he
anew, II was the din of the huge en-
r,nes he heard across thirty miles of
Instance.
~Hsllo,~ another voice took up,
through the drone. Stanton? This
y Mr.. Bailey What? oh, why Floyd's
gone on" there was blank clicking
to Long Island tonight" was faint
y resumed. He'll be on his Job when
voI need him Stanton: go bit easy
IN the poor kid. He isn't machine
stanton exclaimed something ugly
aud hung up the receiver with snap
aaiiey was fool. he mentally sneered.
End Green was another, and he him.
elf the third As for Miss Carlisle,
10 lad sns seen or aesrd OF her since