The Madisonian. (Richmond, Ky.) 1913-1914, 1913-05-06
CHAPTER VII.
The Girl Like Floyd.

Stanton awoke slowly, with a con-
seriousness Of physical well-being and
singular restfulness. The shades OF
his room were lowered, but the daZ-
Zling sunshine streamed in around
edges and through cracks, glittering
over a nearby table covered with yell
low kilograms, cards, newspapers, ho-
tel memoranda of telephone calls re-
ceived-an the familiar evidences Of
the morning after a race And In the
midst of the litter stood an ice-water
pitcher containing a mass Of pale
yellow roses Stanton frowned and
looked about him for a bell
Some one rose from a corner and
approached the bed.
Better, sir?" queried a businesslike
voice; a distinctly medical young man
in glasses gazed down at him.
The full situation came clearly to
Stanton
"An right" he gave brief assurance.
What time Is it,"
The young man consulted g watch
"Thirty-eight minutes past twelve.
You have slept about eighteen hours,
as I figure it told Mr.. Floyd that
was all you needed; you we're knocked
out by that attack of Illness, followed
by a days work that was enough to
exhaust horse / saw you race, yes
terday."
Where is Floyd?,.'
HE stayed here until midnight, I'M
i'll you had been sleeping like a baby
for five hours. He was nearly all in
himself, but he wouldn't leave until
he was sure you were all right One
of the incest fellows l ever met. He
made me promise to stay with you
l." with an expansive smile, II have
got more time than patients, as yet
Here, all this junk came for you, OF
the table have answered seventeen
telephone calls and sent OF twelve
posies in the Watering. All right p
"All right, and much obliged" Stan
ton affirmed, beguiled into smiling
while he glanced casually at the table
There isn't any one l am in hurry
to see or hear from. l think l vii
get up; it's breakfast time"
IT think so. Considering it is your
first meal for thirty-six hours, I'll or
der for you Although / fancy yor
could digest rubber tire; you Iool
it Oh, Mr.. Floyd left a note"
Stanton rosa to his elbow.
Where is it," demanded the MAJ
who cared to hear from no one.
1t was short note on the hotel sta
tionery, written in wide-open, leg
ible hand that somehow recalled
F1oyd's direct gray eyes
Dear Stanton: The doctor says yol
are only tired; and l have got to b.
in New York by morning. I woult
not leave you If could do as want
ed hope you will believe that
Cordially,
JESSE FLOYD"
The letter might have been writer
by a girl, for its reticence and lack o
the personal element, but Stanton wa.
well content 1t rang right He fei
vigorously alive and amazingly hun
cry.
While he was breakfasting, or lunch
ing, and reading the heap OF CORE
spondence which commenced with 1
congratulatory telegram from the Mer
curry Company and concluded with {
request for his photograph to be user
as a speedometer advertisements
Stanton decided upon his course H,
would obtain F7oyd's address from
Mr.. Green. and pay visit of acknowi
-edgment to his i1npromptu nurse
upon reaching New York. That mucl
was required by ordinary courtesy. a
least.
Got any enemies?" inquired tn,
doctor when taking leave.
Are you asking for a list of m.
acquaintances?" Stanton ironically re
sponded.
Well, don't want to play detec
tive, but that was funny kind of in
digestion you had. according to MI
F1oyd's account. Some Of the othe
racers might have wanted to keel
you ont OF the way"
No! Do you think you are talking
Of horse,traders? Once for ali. Their,
is nothing like that DONE
Which was very true. But after th,