Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1913-05-23
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L GSISt ~ b6sku tIsS v1CCCA "a S41V 1Oox
my corsage bouquet"
She had had the imprudence, or the
cool disregard of comment, to use one
of her own cards. Valerie Anterior
Carlisle, the name was engraved
across the heavy pasteboard.
She had thought that wild duel with
the Duplex was an exhibition given
for her, that at her wanton whim he had
jeopardized four lives, one his own
With a strong exclamation Of con.
tempt Stanton moved to fling the flow.
ers aside to the path before the Mer-
cury's wheels, then checked himself,
remembering appearances. The or.
chids curled Imply around his warm
fingers; suddenly the magnificent ar
rogance Of this girl struck him with
angry humor, and he laughed shortly.
Throw them in the tent, Blake" he
requested, tossing the bouquet to one
of the men. They'll wither fast
enough"
The new tire was on. AS Stanton
turned to his machine, after tearing
the card to unreliable fragments, he
saw Floyd watching him with curious
intentness.
| A raw, wet mist had commenced to
roll In from the nearby ocean. The
promise of dawn was recalled, a dull
obscurity closed over the motordrome,
| leaving even the search-lighted path
dim. The cars rushed on steadily.
The night had been sinsularly free
| from accidents. Only one machine
had been actually wrecked, although
three had been withdrawn from the
contest. The officials in the judges
| stand were congratulating one an
| other, at the moment when the second
disaster occurred.
The mist had grown thicker, in the
lights dazzling silver curtain before
mems eyes, and the track had been
worn to deep grooves at the turns.
The Mercury was sweeping past the
grand-stand, when one Of the two
slower cars, being overtaken, slipped
it's drivers control. caught in a foot.
deep rut, and swerved crashing into
the machine next it. Twice over it
rolled, splintering sickeningly, but
f1inging both Of It's men clear of the
wreck. The car struck, plunged on
around the curve into the mist, ap-
parently unhurt.
Out across the damp dusk pierced
the shrek Of the klaxon, mingled with
the cry Of the people and the tinkle Of
the hospital telephone. Stanton,
swinging wide to avoid the pitiful
wreckage, kept on his course.
"Stop!" Floyd shouted imperatively
beside him. stop, Stanton, stop!"
Stanton sped on, disregarding what
he supposed was a novice's nervous
sympathy. He could not aid the
stunned men lying on the track, and
one glance had told him that they
could be safely passed; as indeed they
had been.
"Stop!" the command rang again;
and as Stanton merely shook his
head with impatient annoyance, the
mechanician swiftly stopped forward
The motor slackened oddly. Before
the astounded driver had time to grasp
the situation, the power died from
under his hands and the car was only
carried forward by it's own momen-
tum. Automatically he damned down
the brakes and turned in his seat to
confront his companion in a wrathful
amazement choking speech. Floyd
faced him, even his lips white beneath
his mask, but with steadfast eyes.
Il know" he forestalled the tenn
pest. you've got the right to put
me off the carl threw your switch
I've got nothing to say. But the mist
lifted and l saw what lay ahead"
What lay ahead? The klaxon was
shrieking madly, from all around the
track came the sound of hating cars.
The rising wind pushed along the fog
walls again, and they opened to reveal
the second machine Of the late acct
dent, not twenty-five feet ahead, a
tilted, motionless heap. After the
collision it had staggered this far, to
go down with broken rear axle and
two lost rear wheels. its men were
still in their seats unhurt.
There was an instant of silence. The
dNOluSu ulodSIS1 was ITO SACuSS lOI LL0
mechanician's interference, nor did
Floyd offer it as such, we'll aware
that his driver was perfectly justified
in any course he chose to take. There
can be but one pilot at any wheel.
Since l suppose you are not equal
to cranking a ninety Mercury, you
had better fix the spark and gas while
start it," dryly suggested Stanton.
"And-never do that again"
He stepped out and went to the
front Of his car, Selling the crank
and starting the big motor with an ex-
ertion Of superb strength which would
indeed have been impossible to the
slender Floyd. When he retook his
seat, th< nuechanician made his equal
ly laconic apology and acknowl Dig
ment of error.
81 never WILL" Floyd gave his word.
The wind shook the mist more
strongly, streamers of pink and gold
trembled across the sky. The day had
commenced.
CTO BE CONTINUED3
hun1or of Artemus Ward