The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1914-11-14

gotten name into his ears. Don't you re.
member the race, the road, the flying cars,
the speed. the speed! Don't you remember
the man who was in the lead-the man the
crowd cheered for? That was YOU. Palmer.
the greatest Of all the drivers"
She leaned forward In the seat, arms out
stretched as If holding q tugging wheel.
eyes set straight ahead. slipperd feet thread
Ing imaginary levers. graceful body swerv.
ing.
He watched her, frowning. A vague pur.
pose .eemed to animate the hands cropping
wake up, Palmer. Its time for the
race-the Vanderbilt Cup. Kirby and
Michaels have started. There's Wharton
coming to the line. Don't you zee the
S ssSwd., Can't 20. hea. them 9s ense.ins'
inxl . Palmer II coming back.
Way there!
He found the selfstarter; the engine
sounded. He found the clutch and gears.
and he opened his eyes. Pauline sank hack
in the seat, laughing and clapptng her
hands. half HISTORICALLY.
Bravo. Palmer!" she exulted.
The astonished workmen saw them glide
through the outer gate Raymond Owen
from his window saw them and rubbed his
hands pleasantly. Fate indeed seemed to be
favoring his deadly work to-day!
The car swung into the highway.
Drive faster" commanded Pauline.
He shook his head as II he did not under
stand. She directed. The machine shot tor
ward.
wheel. She saw him bend over the wheel
and fix his vision on the road She thrilled
at the miracle she had wrought
More speed, and the wind blew her cape
from her shoulders; the dust beat IN her
face. She merely frightened her veil and eat
silent.
take the first turn to the right" she
called in his ear as they neared the cross
road He did not slAcken the speed.
It's sharp turn; slow little. she eau
toned. He did not seem to hear her.
She placed her hand sharply ON his arm
He drove past the crossroad unheedinG. He
thrust the speed to the last notch.
Pauline tried to stand up In the seat ana
seize the wheel. He thrust her back with
one hand. not even looking at her. He was
leaning far over the wheel Low, his eyes
blazing. She could see the beat Of the
blood in his temple.
You will kill US both" she screamed In his
deaf ears She tried again to wrest the
wheel from him, but this time he held her
fast after he had flung her back. She sat
helpless. terrified: She realized now what
she had done. She had raised up Frank
snstein for her own destruction. She was
being driven by a madman.
As they took the curve outside Westbury
village another car filed with men and
women fairly grazed them. The women
screamed and the men shouted wildly a1te1
them But they flashed on.
Down the hill at Gangiey's Mills the pace
grew even greater. From the west prong
Of the road fork at the bottom . taxicat
shot into view. There was a shout Of warn
fng . rattle and creak as the taxi sWerved.
safe By inches from the rush Of the maniac
1rfver.
! Pauline, blinded by the dust, could not ~
the occupant Of the cab. She did not know
that It WAS Harry who was now frantically
pressing his driver to pursuit. He had REQ
ognixed her in . blur al they passed HI
knew the roadster.
On the skirts Of Clayvtlle q group q
, farmers and constable were arguing {
| roadside dispute Pauline could see dim AZ
! qres leap into the road waving arms: shl
/. could hear them sAoutin8. The 6goro1