New Mexico state record. (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1914-19??, 1918-07-26

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"Oh, short-circuit somewhere, and
the horoscopes won't spin," she an
swered desperately.
LET me see If l can't do something"
the young man patiently persisted.
1t needed no very profound research
to discover what had happened to the
Cigar.
"Accumulator used up" announced
Christopher.
II was afraid SO. Oh. poor father!
What will become Of me?" walled the
girl.
II have a spare one" Christopher
said. "You're very welcome to it."
mo" she cried, II wouldn't take it
from you. l couldn't possibly. Oh,
you don't know how you're making me
feel, offering me the chance to win
the race from you. when already 1t
was as good as yours. And yOu-Of all
people! l."
Don't say any more" cut in Chris
tOpher. Il want you to have the ac-
.cumulatOr. Then We can start fair
again, when you have your chance. l
shouldn't enjoy Il win now unless you
had that chance"
The temptation was too great for
her. She let him run back to his car
and take from under the seat that
spare accumulation, which he quickly
installed.
"There!" exclaimed Christopher.
you've plenty of power for your gyro-
scopes again. See, they're spinning
round like mad. Now you can get Off"
AS he spoke the girl sprang to her
seat. II can never thank you enough
fOr-for the Goals of fire. But-Tm
going to let you start first"
mo, you mustn't wait" echoed
Christopher. laconically.
He was standing against one of his
W driving-wheels, looking up at her
with an odd expression in his eyes, as
if he were suddenly very tired. He
felt rather detected, for he was in
lit L VI dOIlS Il IlNCOuo tllluS-
wounding his best friend.
Christopher had quietly, stealthily
taken a penknife from his pocket and,
with his hand behind him, had driven
the little blade deep into Scarlet Run
ner's tire.
Il said we mustn't wait. And you
must 60 first" she repeated.
"SOrry," said Christopher duly.
"I'm afraid I can't obey. l appear to
be hung up, too. Tire down, l see."
Dorothy Herbert stared at the fiat
tening rubber, and MLellan whistled
family.
1T would be quixOtic of you to wait
for me now" went on Christopher.
Fortune Of war. But l don't give up
vet. 1t won't take me long to replace
this tire, and I have a fighting chance
still"
Hesitating, half-reluctant, half-eager,
the girl let herself be hypnotized by
the command in her late enemy's eyes.
Her car moved forward. Christopher
followed.
Far out beyond the outskirts of Ed
inburgh crowds began to line the road
way on either side-cheering, enthusi-
astic crowds, prepared to give the win
a hearty Scotch welcome.
At last Christopher struck the su-
perb line of Princes street, and far
away at the other end he could see
a crimson banner. which marked the
winning post. Speeding towards that
flutter Of red was the gyroscOpe.
The air rang with applause as the
car, with the pale girl driv-
ing, passed beneath the flag.
Christopher had timed his own arriv-
al as he followed, and he came in at
the finish precisely as he had started,
exactly two minutes behind the car
which set out before him.
Old Mr.. Race had come by train to
to meet the winner of the
first prize, who, from telegraphic &C.
counts, he had little doubt would be
nephew.
He had taken q suite of rooms at the
which he considered best, and
had ordered the most elaborate dinner
the chef could produce. And, behold
his Joyous preparations were wasted!
A few words, well meant on MLel-
part, and spoken in praise Of
..hristOpher's chivalrous generosity,
gave the old man some idea Of the |
truo state Of tho casa |
Unable to trust himself longer in the
Of his fellow-man, he stumbled
to the private dining room, |
where the flower-decorated table COM
maddened him. He had left
for his nephew to follow, and
when Christopher arrived he was in
he act Of throwing a large bunch of
dollhouse roses into the fire.
Don't do that, uncle. It's MURDER"
said the young man..
Il want to commit MURDER" STAN
nered Mr.. Race, too furious to be CO.
ibid like to murder you,
ind smash up your beastly car"
Come, isn't that rather hitting a
nan when he's DOWN." suggested
Christopher. Il didn't enjoy getting
you know"
'Oh, didn't you. indeed? Then why
lid you let yourself be beaten. You've
,hucked away ten thousand pounds Of