Lincoln County leader. [volume] (Toledo, Lincoln County, Or.) 1893-1987, 1913-01-17
CHAPTER v.-(continued).

Have Mr.. Bailey do nothing at ali"
was the deliberate reply. There Is
an etiquette Of subordination. I be-
lieve-this is Mr.. Ffrench's factory.
I've done my part and we'll think no
more Of the matter. I may be wrong
But l am more than grateful to Miss
French"
"That's all you're going to do?"
"Yes. wish you would not sit
there"
I'm tired: won't fall in. and
want to think. We've been lot to-
gether this spring. Lestrange; I don't
like this business about the steering
gear. Do you 60 down to the Beach
tomorrow"
Tonight. Tomorrow l must put in
practicing on the track l would have
been down today II there had not
been SO much to do here. Are you
coming with me, or not until the even
ing of the start?"
Dick stirred uncomfortably.
II don't want to come at all. thank
you. l saw you race once"
"You had better get used to It,"
Lestrange quietly advised. "The day
may come when there is no one to
take your place. This factory will be
yours and you will have to look after
your own interests. I wish you would
come down and represent the com.
pany at this race"
II haven't the head for It"
II do not agree with you"
Their eyes met in long regard.
Here, in the crowded room Of work
ers. the ceaseless uproar shut in their
conversation with a walled complete
ness Of privacy.
I'm not sure whether you know 1t,
Lestrange, but you've got me all
stirred up since met you." the young.
or man confessed plaintively. You're
different from other fellows and
you've made me different. I'd rather
be around the factory than anywhere
else / know, now. But honestly
like you too well to watch you race"
'T want you to come"
e."
One of the men with a vessel Of
white, heaving molten metal was try.
ing to pass through the narrow aisle
Dick broke his sentence to rise in
hasty avoidance, and his foot slipped
In puddle Of oil on the floor.
It was SO brief in happening that
only the workman concerned saw the
accident. AS Dick fell backward, Le.
strange sprang forward and caught
him. fairly snatching him from the
greedy teeth. There was the rending
of fabric, a gasping sob from Dick.
and reeling from the recoil Lestrange
was sent staggering against flying
wheel next in line.
The workman set down his burden
with recklessness endangering fur.
ther trouble, active too late.
''Mr. Lestrange!" he cried.
But Lestrange had already recov.
cred himself, his right arm crossed
with a scorched and bleeding bar
where 1t had touched the glittering
wheel, and the two young men were
standing opposite each other in safety
"You are not hurt?" was the first
question.
IT? I ought to be. but I'm not
Come to a surgeon. Lestrange- Oh
you told me not to sit there!"
Lestrange glanced down at the sur.
face-wound. then quickly back at the
two pallid faces.
go on to your work. Peters," he
directed. I'm all right" And as the
man slowly obeyed, "Now will you
take my advice and come to the race
with me, Ffrench?"
"Race! You'd race with that arm7'
"Yes. Are you coming with me?"
Shaken and tremulous. Dick passed
. damp hand across his forehead.
'T think you're mad to stand talking
hera. Come to the office, for heavens