The Twin Falls times. [volume] (Twin Falls, Idaho) 1905-1916, 1915-02-23

A00 OOSS mas lett In taxi FOR
home" he said. Wonder what that
means. Guess we better sort of travel
along towards Westbury He might
need me-"
They changed their course and had
driven for some time at an easy rate
through the smiling country when the
sound OF a machine coming up speed
lily behind caused Farrell to look
around. The passenger in the open
cab waved his hand and Farrell, salut-
ing, slowed down The cars stopped
side by side. Harry raised his hat to
the young woman.
You're not going home, are you,
Farrell" he said.
II heard you'd left the office and
thought something might have happen
ed, and I'd be near enough so you
could get me quick"
Nothing has happened. I'll get
along nicely with this cab You'd bet
ter keep a good distance and not come
home until tomorrow morning.
Very well, sir. That suits us fine"
Farrell grinned.
The taxi started on and Farrell turn
ed off at the next crossroad
He's a great boss, but queer one"
he said to his wife. Its a queer fam
lily all around. | wonder what's being
cooked up now"
AS the time of the chauffeurs ex-
pected return drew near Paulines des-
pair and anger increased with every
moment. AS a o'clock struck she had
to grip her strained nerves to keep
from jumping out of her chair. She
had long since ceased trying to read.
Now she arose and walked nervously
out to the garage to ask if any word
had been received from Farrell. She
found Owen there.
The look with which the secretary
watched her as she talked to one of
the men might have fitted gracefully
the face of Iago. AS he witnessed the
mental torture of his lovely prey he
might have been muttering, with all
the venom of Shakespeare's colossal
villain:
Not oppy nor mandragora,
Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world
Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet
sleep
Which thou owed'st yesterday"
AS she turned toward him, after her
futile questioning, Pauline's grief sud
denly mounted to anger.
1T is after four, and Farrell has
not returned" she exclaimed.
| She had come out to the yard in the
exquisite white gown that she was to
wear to the wedding, flashing jewel
at her white throat, her hair done re-
gally high, Now, in her anger, she
was picture of fury made beautiful
| But her outburst was interrupted. A
messenger boy rolling his bicycle
came through the gate and made his
lesisurely way toward them. She OPP
ened the message with nervous fling
ers.
BLOW out. Can't get back this even
ing" she read.
She tore the message into pieces,
dropped them and stamped upon them
with her white slippers.
cts true, It's true!" she cried, turn
ing desperately to Owen.
| He bowed his head as one who had
suffered a blow.
Il am terribly, hopelessly sorry
but | knew that it was true" he said
solemnly.
Along the drive came the new gard
ener wheeling barrow of fresh mold,
his rafe and hoe lying across it. Pau
lines fixed itself upon him. Palmer"
she cried.
The man let fall the barrow as if he
had been cut with a whip lash. He
| looked up and for an instant his dazed
|eyes seemed to brighten. Then the
light was blunted again; he picked up
the barrow as if no one had spokeG
and went on.
Pauline, her anger seemingly for.
gotten, followed the man. Owen made
as il to join her, but she waved hin
back. He went into the house.
Bring out the roadster" Pauline
Icalled over her shoulder, and, as she
stopped beside the gardener, the gar
Iage men, bewilderd, but used to the
kindly vagaries of their pretty em
lployer, sent the machine down the
driveway.
Can you drive an automobile, Pal
naer?" asked Pauline
This time the mans eyes did no
brighten, He looked at her respect
fully, but duly. She drew him to TIL,
car and repeated the question, H,
only grinned foolishly and kept OF
shaking his head.
Wait" she said, and, running bacl
to the house, reappeared directl,
wearing her hat and flowing white
wrap. Come, Palmer, you must drive
me to the wedding" she declared.
She made him get into the car ant
take the wheel AS she got in beside
him, his hands fumbled aimlessly will
the levers.
Palmer! Palmer!" she dinned hi.
forgotten name into his ears. Don
you remember the race, the road, The
flying cars, the speed, the speed Dom
you remember the man who was il
the lead-the man the crowd cheeret
for? That was YOU, Palmer, the great
est of all the drivers"
She leaned forward in the seat, arms
loutstretched as if holding a tuggine
wheel, eyes set straight ahead, slip
pered feet threading imaginary levers
graceful body swerving
He watched her, frowning A vague
puspose seemed to animate the hands
cropping with the levers.
Wake up, Palmer It's time for the
race-tha Vanderbilt Cup Kirby and