The Kendrick gazette. [volume] (Kendrick, Idaho) 1892-1968, 1913-02-21


spend practicing on the track and To-
morrow evening at the race starts.
And Lestrange starts crippled b.
cause l am a clumsy idiot. He laughs
at me, but-hs'd do that anyhow"
yes" agreed Emily. He would do
that anyhow" Her eyes were wide
and terrified. the little hands she
clasped in her lap were quite cold. II
wish, wish no had never come to
this place"
"Oh, you dor" Dick said oddly
Maybe he will, too, before he getA
through with US. We're a nasty lot
we Trenches; . lot Of blue-blooded
snobs without any red blood in rs
Are you going to say goodby to met
I won't be home until it's over"
She looked at him, across the odor-
GUS dusk slowly silvering a. the moon
rose.
you are going to b with himf"
Dick smoothed his leggings before
standing up, surveying his strict mo-
tor costume with gloomy pride not
to be concealed.
Eyes; I'm representing our com
pany. Lestrange might want some
backing If any disputes turned up.
Uncle Ethan nearly had a At when
Bailey told him what was going to
do; he called me Richard for the first
time in my life. / guess I'll b. some
good yet, II every one except L.
strange did think was a chump."
II am very sure you WILL" she an
swered gently. "Good-by. Dick: you
look very nice"
When he reached the foot Of the
steps. her voice recalled him. - she
stood leaning over the rail.
"Diok, you could not make him give
It mp, not race this timei"
He stared up ct her white figure.
mo, ! could not. Don't you sup.
pose trisd1"
Z suppose you did." she admitted.
and went back to her seat.
Tho June night was very quiet
Once . sleepy bird stirred in the
honsysuokle vines and ,ohirped
through the dark. Far below the
throb Of q motor passed down thu
road. dying away again to leAvs D.
lsncs. Suddenly Emily French hid
her face on tho arm Of her chair and
the tears overlooked.
There was no consciousness Of tins
while that inarticulats passion Of
dread spent itself. But It Wa nearly
half an hour later when she started
up ut the echo of 9 light step On thu
gravel path. dashing her handkerchief
across. her eyes.
It was incredible. but It was true.
Lsstrangs himself was standing b.
fore her at the foot Of tho low stairs
the moonlight glinting across his I'M
covered bronze head and bright, clea,
face.
II beg pardon for trespass, Misa
French" he said, but your cousin
tells me hs has been saying q grsat
deal Of nonsense to you about thii
race, and that you were SO very good
a. to feel some concern regarding It
Really, I had to run up and set thai
right: I couldn't leave you to DO an
noyed by Mr.. Ffrench's nerves. VIII
you forgive mef"
Like sun through a mist his biith<
voice cleaved through her distress
Before tho tranquil sanity of his re
gard, her painted terrors suddenly
showed az the artificial canvas soeneI
OF q stage, unreal. untrue.
1T was like you to come" she an
swered, with a shaking sigh that wa
half sob. II was frightened, yes"
There is no cause. A dozen othe,
men take the same chance as Ruper
and I; the driver who alternates will
me, for instance. This is our nts."
"Your arm
rs we'll enough" He laughed a III
tie. You will see many a bandaget
arm before tho twenty-four hours ar,
up; few Of US finish without a scratch
or strain or blister. This is a man.
game. but it's not half SO destructiv,
a. football. You wished me goot
luck for the Georgia race; will 20,
repeat the honor before I 60 back {,
! Ffrench?"
IT wish you." she said unsteady
EVERY kind Of success. now and al
!: ways. You saved Dick today--of al
! else you have done for him and 70
me I have not words to speak. Blu
1t made It harder to bear the though
J of your hurt and risk from the hurt
J when I knew that l had sent Dicl
there, who caused It,"
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