The Clovis news. [volume] (Clovis, N.M.) 1907-1929, 1913-05-22
cHAPrER V. fcontInued.l

CHAPTER v. (contlnued.)
Stanton gasped. Where had his
memory been, not to recall the name
Of Floydi A multitude Of confused
r~ecollections rushed across his mind.
OF. that famous manufacturer and
for sheer love Of the sport, Of
the superb cars he had built. and Of
his death in a railroad wreck, the
previous year.
"He tied me in his car" continued
Floyd, with a shadowy smile. when /
was too young to be trusted to hold
on. If you are going to take my me-
chanician's seat, Jes. he said to me.
you have got to do my mechanician's
work. And ~ me time l was fifteen,
I could. We used to race with the
chief GER tester, for combination train
ing, on a mile practice track around
the factory. / held the wheel myself
at se~venty-hve miles an hour, before
/ was seventeen. And he took me
with him, as a spectator, to every big
race here and some abroad. OF course
he was training me to take charge of
the manufacturing business with him.
not for racing myself. But somehow
affairs went wrong. When he died,
eighteen months ago, everything col
lapsed and / found nothing left. The
factory itself Is tied up in a lawsuit; !
may get that out Of the ruin; build
ings full Of silent machinery / have no
caTital TO nse, and no heart to SELL"
There was a pause.
Il wonder" Stanton unused slowly,
why you volunteered to act as my
mechanician that night?"~
Floyd's gray eyes flashed to meet
his, all his color and animation rush
ing back.
Because / love the racing, / love
IT," he answered, impulsively frank, Il,
I've got my fathers blood in my veins
and the frail physique Of a useless girl
cant you see how they fight? The
very smell Of exhaust gas makes my
heart jump and pulses tingle. Be
Sides, / had watched you often, /
couldn't e you put out Of the run
ming. Then, I was tired Of" he
checked himself sharply. Ought we
not to go back on the %course7"
Stanton rose, signaling the waiter.
You saw me through that Difficult.
ty," he acknowledged. But, you said
this morning that you had a sister; 1
wonder you stayed with me for the
season"
my sister understands" Floyd ex-
planned; he had risen also. and stood
for a moment beside his chair, his
unseeing gaze bent on the ground.
"Sbe knows that / was not brought I'D
to live woman-fashion. wish, II ever
you hear anything Of me that you do
not like, that makes you feel different
ly toward me. / wish you too would
remember that / was reared by a man
to live among men and missed all that
women teach"
Stanton regarded him in an astonlsh-
ment at ono indulgent and ironic.
"Pm not likely to hear anything Of
you that will shock me very badly"
he dryly returned. do you think 1
am a gentle girl, myself. FlOyd2"
mot so you could notice It." sprang
the prompt opinion; the candid gray
eyes laughed out of their short
eclipse.
They went back to the course to-
gether.
The next two hours were spent In
repeatedly c~ircling the ten mile course
In ten minutes; a reasonable practice
gait. from Stanton's point Of view. On
the last trip be and Floyd disagreed
over q question Of mixture, and came
up to the repair pits quarreling vlgor-
ously. exciting the interest Of all be-
holders.
II don't know when a motor needs
more gas, III 60 take a corresponds
sence course, was Floyd's last retort.
as he slipped out Of his seat.
tits running like Il never did be-
fore. and youn let It alone" Stanton
semi the definite order after him.
The witnesses grlnned at one an
other.
"say. Floyd. that's a fine big brute
OF a machine you've got there" com.
plluented the broadly amused George.
aa the young mechanician went by
him.
1T sure ia." came the cheerful agree
men