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

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The race was to last five days, the
competitors z%igzagging about England
to fill up the allotted distance before
finishing ut Edinburgh.
On the fourth day the two were well
in front of all p%ursuers. and they were
breasting a steep hill when the gyrO'
scope seemed to lose power and falter
a little on the difficult incline. Chris
tOpher was quick to seize his chance
With a few gay notes of his musical
siren, he flashed past, leaped to the
summit Of the hill, and swOOped down
on the other side.
He pressed Scarlet Runner for all
she was worth, and was happy in
maintaining the lead throughout the
rest of the day. Naturally it fell to
him to start first the next morning, an
advantage he expected to use to the
utmost; but its an old story that pride
comes before a fall.
For once Scarlet Runner did not
work Loyalty with her master. She
was ~listless and out Of sorts; her en-
CINE did not pull with its usual joyous
energy. Ten miles beyond the last
halting place he heard a hOrn-blast in
his ear, pulled a little to his neal side,
and saw the Cigar dash by in an in
sulting cloud of dust.
AS if conscious of her wrOngdOing,
no sooner had the Cigar swept out of
sight, and the cloud subsidized, than
Scarlet Runner picked up strength and
energy, leaping forward like a hound
that strains at its leash.
The morning fled. Christopher came
to the next control without having had
another glimpse of the gyrOscOpe.
There he learned that the enemy must
be at least five miles in advance of
him.
In his first rage at the news which
seemed to NEAR failure, he blurted out
something of what was in his mind to
the official observer.
"Pretty and young as she is, that
girl seems to have not one feminine
grace which isn't of the body" he said
venOmOusly. "What bad form to wave
her hand us she passed me! But you
can't make a woman understand how
to play the game"
II think you do her injustice" re-
turned the observer, whose name was
MLellan. II believe she's a very nice
girl, really; but her father is her idol.
She'd do anything for him. 1t nearly
hroko har haort whom that otbar ipyap.
ton of his proved a failure u few years
ago. A friend of theirs told me the
other day that this girl-DOrothy, /
think her name is-has nearly used up
IL legacy left her by some relatives as
IL dot in having this car built. If the
car wins the first prize. a big syndi-
cate has promised to take up the in
ventiOn. Thatll mean fortune as well
us fame for Dick Herbert, so you see
it isn't exactly unfeminine in the girl
to want to win the race"
II see," said Christopher; and he
did see-several things.
"LoOk !" exclaimed MLellan, abrupt
ly breaking u long silence. "What's
that we've just come in sight Of
down there under the third hill?"
"By Jove! it's the Cigar!" cried
Christopher.
"You've got a chance yet" said
MLellan; and Races heart leaped.
He was hot on his rivals trail now
so near that, to his surprise and al
most horror, he could see that the
snaky gyrOscOpe was slowing, and
rocking strangely from side to side.
Then the black, shark-like object ran
in towards the near side and came to
u standstill.
AS Christopher came up the girl had
just gone down, utter detection In ev-
cry line of her figure. Something in
himself, which he did not understand,
made him ~discOnnect the oil force
pump and put on the brake. Scarlet
Runner stopped, pulsing, by the side
Of the sad Cigar.
Christopher got down from his car
and walked towards her.
"Can 1 do anything for you, Miss
Herbert" he asked.
Inc girl was gazing at him in as
constituent.
"DO anything for me? she echoed,
in establishment. "I-don't under |
stand. I'm en- panne. You've beaten |
me. Please 60 on. IL can't start
again, that's ALL"
Her voice wavered and choked.
II should like to help you, if l can,"
said Christopher.
"But-but why?' asked the girl, al
most suspiciously. "Tve been most
horribly rude to yOu-not that you
didn't deserve it. But anyhow, l don't |
deserve anything of you now, except
except hatred"
"YOu haven't exactly put yourself |
out to please me-" returned Christie
pher dryly. "But why should you? And
I'm not doing this to please you. It's
because l can't do anything else. What
do you thinks the matter?" he in
Quired.