Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1920-02-10
EVENING EDITION.

knew. OF a mechantcian who sudden
~ refused absolutely 20 30, out WITH
the driver by whose side he had ytd-
countless miles, having no better
reason than q dtsinclination for the
trip. And they both had seen TAG
substitute who took his nlAfce trough
In. dead. an hour later, aftfr ms cars
wreck. "A widely-known victor Of
many RACES: one o.. aesah e anss
with him in a state OF causeless nery-8
business that would have shanled =
novice, Just before starting on n
ride from which he never returneds
The price Of debate Ia too high to,
argue with some thinss: Gerard tenn
|poriEed. .
II don't want to take you out feel-s
ling like that. Give yourself Q day
OFT" he suggested. I'll ind 2 OF
the factory men. to 60 out WITH me
for the MORNINGS practice,
meehanioian acidiy, and flung him-
self back in his narrow seat,
The Mercury slipped through MT.
| Roses winding drives. plunged into
the sandy Long Island road. . sped
lurching toward the course.
There was nothing dull or depress-
ing about tho starting point. ct the
Motor Parkway. Before the busy
ed some Of the cars. surrounded bv
their force OF workers; in other
camps the men stood. watch in hand.
timing the machines already out. Re-
portera Nbrated everywhere; sur-
rounded by. an admiEing group. two
world famous French and italian
drivers were pitching pennies for the
last cigarettes from a box Of special
! A.>.I " n~1x, <ha <fovo h0f .oNcrtv Qnof0
in The grandstaud. and the absence
OF spectators in fields and. parking
spaces distinguished this : practice
morning from the actual race.
There was a general movement of
greeting as the Mercury rolled in
and Gerard sprang out at his own
Where. your pink Pct. All.as.
line. Whats up-mornin' air too
crude for, millionaire kids?"
HE isn,t up" was the blithe re-
ply. Newer mind Rose, he's ON
ing; tell me, where you got your fixe-
cylinder machine. Jack"
IA late Rose CHI? Oh. I've got six
cyclinders here, all right, but I
daren't run on ALI Of them now for
fear my speed would make the rest
OF you quit, discouraged. I'm go
in to make your yesterdays record
look like a last years timetable,
this mornin'."
"you look out that you don't
break your neck. Rupert says it's
a hoodoo day. We don't want you
Fin the hospital twice this season."
Els Rupert sad?" questioned the
big blonde pilot Of the neighboring
camp, leaning over the railing.
II amt been SO ear it since I put
my foot in a hole and sprained my
ankle ten minutes before the start.
when ! was racing with Darling
French At Philadelphia" admitted
the mechanician. 1T hurt me firece."
"Your ankle?" ,y
mo, seeing him start without me"
"Say. Gerard, there's your pink
Rambler" a distant voice kisnified.
About to send his a forward,
Gerard paused to glance oversasssJ
!, shoulder. and caught the pink flash
behind a row of m~ist-draped trees
> edging the cross-road. Sudden mis-
, chief curved his lips. his amber eyes
) laughed behind their goggles.
Tell Corrie Rose I'll give him th2t
game Of auto tag, If he happens
y along while I'm on . straight
stretch" he called across to n Of
Corrie's men. by way Of farewell.
A little breeze stirred the mist, az
the Mercury shot down the course
tho gray light was Frightening by
slow g%radations. ~
Continued in tomorrow 4
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