Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1913-07-04
CHAPTER VII.



sciousness Of physical well-being and
singular restfulness. The shades of
IFS room were lowered, but the daz-
cling sunshine streamed in around
edges and through cracks, glittering
over a nearby table covered witt yel-
low kilograms, cards, newspapers, ho-
tel memoranda of telephone calls re-
ceived-all the familiar evidences Of
the morning after a race. And In the
midst of the litter stood an ice-water
pitcher containing a mass or pale
yellow roses. Stanton frowned and
looked about him for bell.
Some one rose from a corner and
approached the bed.
Better, sir?" queried businesslike
voice; a distinctly medical young man
In glasses gazed down at him.
The full situation came clearly to
Stanton.
All right" he gave brief assurance.
What time is it,"
The young man consulted watch.
"Thirty-eight minutes past twelve.
You have slept about eighteen hours,
as l. hbuAS II. L LOAd WA i Aoy0 Ih@I
was all you needed; you were knocked
out by that attack OF illness, followed
by days work that was enough to
exhaust horse. | saw you race, yes
terday."
Where is Floyd?"
"He stayed here until midnight, un-
I'll you had been sleeping like a baby
Aun hnrIrc q nnarlU all IN
himself, but he wouldn't leave until
he was suT.e you were all right. One
OF the incest fellows | ever met. He
made me promise to stay with you.
l." with an expansive smile, 81 have
got more time than patients, as yet.
Here, all this junk came for you, on
the table. have answered seventeen
posies In the Watering. All right?'
All right, and much obliged" Stan
hon affirmed, beguiled into smiling,
while he glanced casually at the table.
There isn't any one I am in a hurry
10 see or hear from. | think / will
get up; it's breakfast time"
Il think so. Considering 1t is your
llAHI IhNsA4 loA thAi y hOui ., L II Va
der for you. Although l fancy you
could digest rubber tire you look
1t. Oh, Mr.. Floyd left note"
Stanton rose to his elbow.
Where Is it," demanded the man
who cared to hear from no one.
1t was a short note on the hotel sta
tionery, written in a wide-open, leg
hnf oh I'D
Floyds direct gray eyes.
Dear Stanton: The doctor says you
are only tired; and l have got to be
in New York by morning. l would
not leave you if | could do as want
ed. l hope you will believe that
Cordially,
JESSE FLOYD"
The letter might have been written
By a girl for its reticence and lack Of
the personal element, but Stanton was
we'll content. 1t rang right He felt
vigorously alive and amazingly hun
cry.
While he was breakfasting, or lunch
ing. and reading the heap of CORE
spondence-which commenced with
cougratulatory telegram from the Mer-
curry Company and concluded with
request for his photograph to be used
As a speedometer advertisement
Stanton decided upon his course. He
would obtain Floyd's address from
Mr.. Green. and pay a visit of acknowl-
edgment to his impromptu nurse,
upon reaching New York. That much
was required b. ordinary courtesy. at
least.
Got any eueIies'" inquired the
doctor when taking leave.
Are you asking for a list of my
acquaintance? Stanton ironically re-
spouded
Well. don't want to play detec-
tive. but that was 8 funny kind Of in
digestion you had, according to Mr..
t1oyds account. Some of the other
racers might have wanted TO keep
you out OF the way"
NO. Do you think you are talking
OF horSe-traders? Once for all. there
is nothing like that done
Which was very true. But after the