The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1914-11-19
the next day on the fier. Charley
didn't talk much. and | didn't worry

At the indianapolis station got my
second shock. Charley had a girl. He
must have telegraphed. for she was
waiting at the station with apparently
none other than dearest mamma. He
told me afterward that she was the
daughter of the purchasing agent Of
the factory. Say, she did love my boss!
Why. she couldn't have spelled it
palmer on an electric sign. When |
saw Charley after dinner be told me
the whole thing. She wanted him In
the race.
ED. you ought to see the little mink.
Do you know she thinks am the best
driver in the world, and if she keeps
up that talk it's going to turn my fool
head. don't you know it. She makes
it so all fired real. Why, can see you
and me leading Barney about ten laps.
and
Charley! Charley!' | broke in OH
that CUFF Wen be lucky devils to
bring home two whole frames and
few pieces of car II your little lady
wants you to race, race. But keep
your head. boss That speedway is
some nasty driving
When the big day came ] was not
with him. 1t was my blamed eyes. |
cried-honest to goodness-almost all
the night before. seemed so much a
part Of Charley and his squatty little
Greyhound. But eyes are necessary.
and with an aching heart Charley took
on Newman. So was at the track in
a front seat Sitting with me was
Miss Lois-Charley's sweetheart
We had nervously waited the hour
before the 500 mile affair think the
little lady cried and laughed by weird
turns. Once her mother wanted her to
leave the speedway, but she couldn't
have made her leave for million dol
lars, At the start her nerves were on
edge She leaned far out, and was
fearful of some mysteries. But she
braced up. And how they whirled.
The Greyhound was going at dizzy
speed. Charley was taking the turns
like a good fellow. She made me use
rival Now he ducked close to the
| earth and went like a scared gopher.
| After few minutes Miss Lois caught
| my arm
'Mr Ed. | oughtn't to care for glory.
| But you don't know-it will mean ev-
erything to us--to Charley and me- Oh.
! how want him to win, but it's awful.
Mr.. Ed.''
| never said nothing. | didn't quite
know what to say AssI stood figuring
on what to do for the girl. in case
something did happen, saw Charley
He shot past us for the twentieth time
saw Il cloud Of dust. There was Il
cry from nearly $1,000 mouths. La
Roche. the French driver. had gone
down in Il nasty heap. Again caught
sight of Charley and how he was driv.
ing. The dump had given him il sligh,
| advantage. and he was eating up the
path before him.
/ How long our nerves had tingled
don't know. | would have been a
thousand times easier ut my old place
saw Charley rush by the stand and
stop hundred yards down the course
1t was tire trouble | could see then
working like tends.
go to him. Mr. Edr She almost
pushed me, Tell him to be careful
Tell him.
| was of. The face of that girl wa:
! a miracle. | remembered her word:
and rushed to Charley. pulled hin
| from his work aud told him the girl b.
loved was scared worse'n ever saw /;
woman. He grew little pale. but i
didn't show much under his dirty face
''I'll stop, if you think she wants mi
to. Nothin' is too good for her. Blu
If that motor holds | can win in j;
walk
AS he stopped talking there was
crash Young Lockwood had gon,
into Il fence Il few yards back stretch
Charley's car was already in trim t,
go. She painted rs if mad to leap for
ward on the mad path that sometime
leads to-well. 1t isn't pleasant to sa.
just where But Charley did not ge
into the car.
ED. if drop out will the boys sa.
quit?"
didn't answer Far down the trac
came the cry of another SPILL Abov
the din came the unnatural shrill voic
OF Miss Lois. She was leaning agains
the fence only ten yards away.
Tell Charley to drive! Tell hin
!, to drive for I.oisr'
Without a word my boss was in hi
! place. With puff the Greyhoun
jumped into the middle of the speed
way And then ranted off.
As ! led the girl back to the stan
great tears mounted to the corners q
her pretty eyes.
Men need brave girls. don't they
. Mr. Ed? Men expect
Bang.
. Only Il moment later racer was o
ire 1t had jumped the railing an
was now burning into ashes bal
mile away
"Mr Ed! Oh. it isn't Charley. is it?
Never | put in word of con
, fort Charley never lets his car b,
have that way-he's boss"
, We were now ut the steps lending
|, our seats. Whir-r-r. It was 30. th
Greyhound rushing by. Beyond th
first turn | could see him again brin
t the car to a stop. A crowd surrounde
/ the car left the young woman IN
rushed back to him. With footba
nlunge. made my way to his side.
\ could hear his voice before | could e