Mansfield mirror. (Mansfield, Wright County, Mo.) 1908-1957, 1913-10-16

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return.
"You have! Can l ask what she
looks like?"
"Just like me; we're twins" he re-
Piled absently. his eyes dwelling on.
the Mercury.
The description accorded SO oddly
with his appearance. as he stood in
his rumpled attire, his serious face
stained and darkened with dust, that
there was a universal roar Of laughter.
For shame. to Islander q lady!"
ieered n
Doesn't she ever wash her face
Floyd!" called another.
Cant you support her without max,
ing her heave coal for a living?" gibed
q third. :
Floyd laughed with the rest, glanc-
ing down at himself.
"You never saw me dressed for the
OPERA" he tossed back, as he went in
search of water.
Stanton descended from his car,
flung his mask and gauntlets on the
seat, and followed his m~echanician.
He found him, presently. emerging
damp and refreshed from ablutions
performed in a bucket with the aid OF
some cotton-waste.
"will you come to lunch with met"
Stanton asked abruptly.
Floyd paused, regarding him In
grave surprise and hesitation.
THANK you" he began.
Stanton made an impatient gesture,
his eyes glinting steel-blue behind
their black lashes.
do you want me to apologize for
bullying you this morning." he de-
manded.
Over the others face swept Its
Characteristic sudden warning Of ex-
preston.
mo; I wanted to be sure that you
want mt. Thanks. Ill come with
pleasure"
He slipped into a long motor coat.
and accompanied Stanton with q ready
cordiality that took no account OF
past events. No reproach could have
moved the offender so much, no In
jured dignity could have SO forced q
curb upon his tongue for the future.
1t was not to one Of the temporary
earthquakes erected In anticipation OF
the race carnival that Stanton took
his guest, but to a quiet, cool hotel
within reach. There, the order given,
he looked across the width Of white
linen at his companion with an odd
sense of triumph and satisfaction; he
felt for this boy-man something akin
to the elation with which a youth
takes the admired girl out to dinner
for the first time.
II missed the train, yesterday" he
remarked. II suppose you had no
trouble getting the a here?"
"None at ALL" Floyd confirmed. u
fancied you accepted Miss Carlisle's
invitation to drive"
"I did, afterward. it was her a ]
cranked with the spark forward"
Floyd glanced UP, a ripple Of incred'
ulous amusement crossing his gray
eyes, but he said nothing.
AT least, / set the spark as be-
lieyed right" Stanton ampliied, watch
ing the effect, and when / cranked.
the motor fired over. The person who
sat next to me said I left the spark
wrong"
The incredulity died out of F1oyd'a
gaze, but the wonder increased.
More likely 1t was changed after
you left it, perhaps by mistake" he
suggested.
In a flash of recollection Stanton
saw Valerie Carlisle's little gloved
hand dart toward the steering wheel
just before he pulled up the crank.
Could she have moved the sector. and
have corrected her mistake an instant
too late? He remained silent, o did
Floyd pursue the question.
When the first course Of the lunch
con was placed before them, Stanton
| aroused himself. Quite Indifferent to
| the walters panied disapproval, he
took the carafe Of ice-water and him
self filed two glasses.
is this your substitute for cock
tails?" he queried, and pushed one Of
the goblets over to Floyd.
Startled, Floyd yet understood,
smiling as he looked across.
"Yes," he assented, and drank the
innocent pledge. Motorists both
there was no question Of a stronger
beverage.
Stanton turned to the waiter.
you can go; I'll ring when VIC wan,
you. Did. you ever drive an Atalanta
Six-sixty, Floyd?"
mo, but I've handled their fours.
like a six cylinder machine, myself; II
has SO fine a torque-"
The conversation plunged into pro
fessional t~echnicalities; the senti
mental episode was pushed aside.
People going in and out Of the res
taurant stared interestedly at the two
exchanging comments and questions
Stanton's dark face was well-known
and a face not easily forgotten, while
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