The Clovis news. [volume] (Clovis, N.M.) 1907-1929, 1913-07-10
cHAPTER X-fcontinuedl.


"Jes and / do not tire Of our
friends" she rebuked. But beyond
that, how can any one tell what will
happen2 We can Just live our best
every day and wait to g further.
Sometimes things get twisted wrong"
What is the matter? What Is twist
ed wrong, Miss Floyd?"
She shook her head. smiling across
her shoulders at him.
"Nothing-nOthing but me. Only 1
feel disgustingly gloomy tonight; as II
Jes and / were very far apart. Never
mind, I wish you all good luck and
victory for the race"
What was that sons you we're sing
ing on the first day / came here?" he
asked i%rrelevantly.
She hesitated, then struck a few
chords upon the piano. "That2"
Yes. VIII you sing It to me.
now2"
With her charming trick Of prompt
obedience. she at once seated herself
at the Instrument.
1t was no ofaare classic, no love
song, that the v~elvet-and-gold contral-
TO voice braided into Stanton's mem
Org. to be In the near future a torture
more acute than physical pain and per
sonal grief.
''Oft, IN the stlly night
Ere slumber's chain hath bound me,
FOND memory brings the light
OF other days around me-"
That was the quaint stiR melody OF
fifty years before, that Jessica Floyd
sung to Stanton before they parted.
On reaching home. an hour later,
Stanton found a letter awaiting him
from the assistant manager, Green. II
was dated from Long Island, and re-
minded him that the course would be
open for the last days practice next
morning during the early hours.
The car is at last ready, and II
o see Jes Floyd. tell him that we
can not get along without him any
longer" ran the concluding sentence.
Stanton put down the letter, frown-
ing at It IN irTitated establishment
Had not Floyd gone to prepare for the
race. with Green and by his direct or
der2 How then could he, Stanton, ]
know anything about his mechanictan
and why did not Green know every
thing? Possibly Floyd had been kept
at the Mercury factory; but IN that
case Green would surely have sent
there for him. instead Of trusting to
the faint chance Of Stanton's encoun-
tsring him. or course Floyd must be
ready TO 90 out for the delayed prac-
tice work next morning-stanton roe
impatiently; Of course be would be
ready.
A thought Ike a needleprick halted
him when halfway across the room. a
wild fancy. Could it be conceived
credible that Valerie Carlisle did wish I
to prevent the Mercury a from rae
Ing. and. falling to reach the driver. ,
attempt to keep away the mech
she knew 10 be so valuable9 ,
He recalled his own strange illness on 3
the eve of the Massachusetts race.
on an impulse beyond restrain. be y
turned to his telephone; there would
be some one to tell him Of Floyd at
The factory. for Il was working night
and day to al It's orders. {
yes. 337 Frenohwood," the thin '
finally came along the wire +
Eyes. Mercury Mr.. s%tantong Wait a
The instrument roared vilely; he I
It vas the din Of the huge en-. a
he heard across thirty miles OF Z
distance. !
Hello. another voice took IN. s
through the drone. stanton? THIS d
s Mr. Bailey. What? Oh. why Floyd's
on" there was q blank clicking s
Ito Long Island tonight was faint {
y resumed Hell be on his job when 8
.ou need him. stantoni 60 a BIT easy {
"a The poor KID. he isnt g machine"