The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1914-06-16
A NOVEL
A w EEK
Next Week. s-CAB NO. a.
BY r. f. Foster

I've discharged Dean" was his
first announcement. Take those
oysters away from in front of me.
Perkins; l want my soup right
now and a lot of it-about a gal
lon."
y Discharged your mechanfcian
one day before the raee7" mar
veied Gerard What will yoa
do?"
.'Oh. I'm going out to the gar
age after dinner to hire him over
again. He's used to it,"
Lovely temper you've got,'
observed Isabel bitingly.
4 saw a man today in a tenn
per that make anything 1 ever
did read like a chapter from Pa
tient Griselda," retorted Corrie.
He must have been a lunatic, .
Isabel kindly inferred.
Who was your man, Corrie?"
He was the driver of the Blu
cite car, and he came into the
another fellow who wouldn't give
him the road. Kept getting in
front, you know, whenever the
Bluette wanted to pass. don't
believe anyone could really carry
1t through, could they, Gerard? ?"
Gerard reused himself from his
study of Fiavia, as she sat in her
fvory-tinted lace gown at the foot
of the table, her small head bent
under its weight of cleaning fair
hair.
Garry it through" he repeat
ed of course, easily"
Not with some drivers. Not
with mel"
why not?"
Because | wouldn't stand it.
You're laughing at me, Allan Ger
ard"
Gerard was certainly laughing.
Some day Ill challenge you to
game of auto tag, and show you
that trick" he said.
You can't! I'd get by" Corrie
retorted.
Instead of you two fighting
about that nonsense, You might
take me around the course in
one of your cars,"I sabel remark
ed gioomily. 1--WE asked you
often enough"
You'll not do that" Mr.. Rose
pronounced with decision. And
I'm tired of hearing you sulk at
Corrie and Gerard because they've
got the sense to say no.
There was open mutiny in the
glance Isabel darted at her uncle.
but she said nothing. And pres
emily the dinner came to a quiet
end.
The extreme warmth of the day
had continued into the evening.
As Isabel followed Flavia across
the hall, Corrie overlook his
cousin and lured her out on the
veranda.
You are not looking much like
the driver l met on the way home,
today" Mr.. Rose informed his
guest, when they, with Flavia,
were established in the drawing
room. But l didn { recognize my
own son, for that matter. It's
sensible enough for you, being in
the automobile trade, bu for him
it's just fool play"
He does It a little too we'll to
call It that" Gerard returned
seriously.
Yes? Well, I've got money
enough to pay for it. I've told
him TO amuse himself for a while.
He is too young to settle down to
work. never had any playing
time, and | want to see him have
his. And he has earned 1t, too;
| suppose he told you he was
through eollege?"
Yes, and amazed me-"
He knew it had to be done, so
he did it. It's an old theory that
given liberty and money, boy
will go to ruin. I never believed
it; I don't yet. I don't think
spoiled Corrie. But I've left him
pretty free, only bidding him
keep straight. That I must have.
and he knows It. He has got to
keep straight"
Il don't believe you need to
worry about that" treasured Ger
ard smiling.
81 guess not. Now. I want to
tell you about deal put
through in the Street, today"
Flavia moved to the piano and
began to touch the keys. She
knew there would be only men 8
talk for a while, and from this
place she could watch Gerard I'M
seen.
Out on the veranda Isabel pur-
sued the wiliful desire she had
voiced at the dinner-table.
That Frenchwoman was