The Madisonian. (Richmond, Ky.) 1913-1914, 1913-04-08
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CHAPTER w. (continued.)
Neither are you" he countered.
Nor 1t wouldn't be of any importance
IL We were, but we are not. I'm not
asking you why you are working with
your hands instead of your head, and
I suppose you are not asking me- Who
cares?"
No one" dryly agreed Stanton.
But can tell you that l am doing
this to make money, and make it
quick. and would much prefer break
ing my neck 10 living in the ruck of
poverty. They are calling our train;
you had better come
I'm supposed To keep in touch
with Mr. Green, s'7o Floyd observed,
gathering upfiifs magazine with cheer
full noncbaiaRce! j.s"IIe is worrying
about me most of the time, for fear
III lose my nerve and desert
Which was not precisely what was
worrying the assistant manager Of the
Mercury conpanygY and perhaps Stan
ton OF the rough temper knew it.
Il fancy yo11Eunerye will hold out,
if your patieneeidoes," was his reply.
Patience is supposed to be wom-
ans art" doubted Floyd. But I'll
try to acquire it,
Stanton laughed briefly.
II wouldn't give much for your
chance of success, in that case. If
ever find a woman who will ride with
me as you do, will-marry her"
'Oh, no, you will not" contradicted
the other, searching his pockets for
missing gEge. You will marry
Fluffy Rudd& who will faint if you
exceed thahpsight-mile-an-hour speed
limit. AnGShen you will quit racing
and be spoiled for the Mercury Com
pany, and all it's rival manufacturers
will chant for joy: "A young man mar
ried is young many marred.'"
1t was so long since any one had
cared to talk nonsense to Stanton,
not to mention airily teasing him, that
he caught his breath in sheer aston
ishment. And then a tingling, hui
man warmth and sense of comrade-
ship succeeded. 1t was as if he had
been living in a lonely, silent room,
when unexpectedly some one opened
the door and entered.
I'm too busy" he retorted only, but
his tone conveyed no rebuke.
They walked on down the room and
out into the train shed. They were
almost at the train itself, when Floyd
stopped.
Some one is calling you," he signi-
fed.
Stanton turned, and found pant
ing, black-gowned young woman be-
hind him.
My mistress bade me ask you to
wait. SIR she apologized.
Your mistress?"
She stepped aside, and he saw tall.
fair-haired girl, gowned with finished
richness in motor costume of pale
tan silk, who advanced with leisurely
grace toward them.
Miss Carlisle, sir" supplemented
the maid.
There is no need for you to go. /"
Stanton checked, as Floyd moved to
continue on his way. stay here"
He was obeyed without comment.
The maid respectfully withdrew few
PAGES, when her mistress came up.
What a place to meet a man of
gasolene!" greeted Valerie Carlisle.
in her low, assured tones. "Or are you
Also IA distress. Mr.. Stanton, and
forced to prosaic train travel?"
Her manner was that of one meet
ing an ordinary acquaintance, she held
out her hand, in it's miniature tan
gauntlet, with perfect ease No one
could have guessed how unconven-
tional and slight had been their intro
ductiOn.
Il am going to Massachusetts" Stan
ton answered as composedly.
ITO Massachusetts? But SO are
we! At least, we had everything ar
ranged to motor out to our country
place, until twenty minutes ago our
chauffeur was taken violently i'll.
Now l suppose we must go by traiR-'
she broke the sentence, her large
brown eyes sweeping Floyd with q de-
tberate question and scrutiny.
Miss Carlisle, Mr. Floyd, whom you
saw beside be for many hours at the
Beach motordrome," Stanton made the
presentation.
Her face cleared swiftly, he could
have said 1t was relief which shot
across her expression.
Your mechanician? Is it possible?
You also are going to Lowell, Mr..
FIoyd?"
Yes, since my next work is there"
Floyd replied. nnsmiling and lacOnic.