The Kendrick gazette. [volume] (Kendrick, Idaho) 1892-1968, 1913-02-07
CHAPTER Iv.--(contInued).

Rupert got up, his dark. malign lit
tie face twisted.
IF I'd broken a leg they'd have
sent q cart for me-" he mourned
Now I'll have to walk, and l amt
lsed to it. Hard luck!"
If you 60 around to the stables
hey will give you my pony cart"
emily offered impulsively. "You," her
dimpling smile cleaned out, you once
put tire on for me, you know. Please
lot me returL the service"
Rupert's black eyes opened, a slow
grin Of appreciation crinkled streaks
Of dust and oil as he surveyed the
Young girl.
''I'n put tires on every wheel you
run into control, day and night shifts"
he acknowledged with sweet cordial
ity. "But I'm no horse-chauffeur,
thanks; l guess I'll walk"
He is a gentle pony" she remon-
strated. amy one can drive him"
He turned a side glance toward the
motionless car.
That's all right, but I'm used to be-
ing killed other Ways. III be going"
Jack Rupert, do you mean to tell
me that you will race with Lestrange
every season, and yet you're afraid to
drive a fat COBB" cried the delighted
Dick.
I'm not telling anything. I had a
chum who was pitched out by horse
be lost control Of, and broke his neck.
I'm taking no chances"
How many men have you seen
break their necks out Of autos?"
That's in business" pronounced
Rupert succinctly. 'Tm going on, OAR
ing; it's only two-mile run"
Here, watt" Dick urged. Emily.
ri stroll around to the stables with
him and make one of the men drive
him down. You don't mind my leav
ing your"
NO" Emily answered. II will wait
for you"
She might have walked back alone,
u she had chosen. But instead she
sat down on boulder near the hedge,
folding her hands in her lap like q de-
mure child. The house was 50 dull, SO
hopelessly monotonous contrasted
with this fresh, wind-tossed outdoors
and Lestrange in his vigor Of life and
glamour Of ultra-modern adventure.
you and Mr.. Ffrench are very
good" Lestrange said presently. II am
afraid l appreciate 1t more than Ru-
pert, though"
els he really afraid of horsesf"
II should not wonder; I never tried
him. But he is amazingly truthful"
Their eyes met across the strip Of
sunny road as they smiled; again
Emily felt the sudden confidence, the
falling away of all constraint before
the direct clarity of his regard.
you won your race" she said ir-
relevantly. II was glad, since you
wanted It,"
Thank you," he returned with
equal simplicity. "But did not want
It that way, SO far as l was con-
cerned."
yet, 1t was the next step?"
Yes, 1t was the next step. l meant
because the leading cars were wreck
ed. There is no citation in defeating
driver who lies out on the course
But, as you say, 1t helped my pur
,ose You," he hesitated for the right
phrase, you are most kind to recall
hat have a purpose"
1t was the convent-bred Emily who
looked back at him. earnest-eyed. ex
sltedly serious.
"I have thought Of 1t often. Every
one else that l know just lives tht
way things happen-there are only ,
few people who grasp things AND
make them happen. That Ii rea
work; so many of US are Just giveI
work we do not want" she brok,
on
Of we do not want the work, It 4
probably not our own" said LIE
strange. Unless We have brought
on ourselves by fault We must IN