The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1930-03-07
Faster Than
Fast
nv CLARISSA MAcKIE

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MR.. DlNGi.E nipped on his eye
III glasses and squinted along the
wide, curving beach where slater
ing crowd WAS gait. red.
There he goes. feather.pated idiot
The good lord only knows why | had
to be afflicted with a son who shot
through his university with lightning
speed. affiliated himself with motor
corporation, and now goes around rae
ing like madmanr'
"He is trying oui new invention,
Dir. DingIe." said pretty Susan clark
beside him. ''They say that Peter viii
be genius If he can perfect this lii
tie safety cOntriyance he Is trying Out
now"
II wanted him in my own office. ;
grieved Mr.. Dingle. removing his eye
glasses as his sons car vanished
around a bend.
"Oh, Mr. Dingle, were you In your
fathers office?" she asked with inis
chievous grin.
"Of course not, Susan. ! always
had distinct talent, so TO speak, for
the law" explained Silas Dhgie,
whose father had been q well-known
insurance man.
Perhaps, Mr.. DingJe, Peter might
have a talent for invention" muir
INJURED Susan timidly
He turned and glared al her. Il
do not wish my son to rush around
faster than fast. and kill himself be-
fore he is married To the girl who is
waiting for him :" he exploded.
Susan was quite pale. Waiting for
Peter-where?" she murmured.
"At my house." snapped Mr. Dingle
impatiently. The next time he turned
around Susan had vanished com.
pletely.
SIT was the truth" he muttered, ''Or
will be il Peter gets home alive"
Half an hour later Peter came home,
alive and very well pleased with him.
self. 1.-THE gOsh.darned thing is per-
feet" he told himself as he fastened
from his bath to dress for dinner.
"Here Is an old friend, Peter"
UIlltu uiS IdtuCI WHICH, IuC yVuiS
man entered the drawing room. Cecilia,
my dear, you have not forgotten my
son, Peter?"
A very beautiful girl shook hands
with Peter Dingle. He gazed upon her
with delight she was such q perfect
creature So pink and white. so taken
haired, so bue-eyed. Her calm Sc.
renity impressed him as he renewed
acquaintance with Celia ST. Clair, the
daughter of one of the richest men
in the country. In spite sf all the
allure of the new arrival as soon as
dinner was ended. Peter excused him
self and vanished through the hedge
that divided the Clark estate from that
of the Dingles.
miss Susan?" he asked of the maid
at the door,
.'Bu, Miss Susan has gone away. MIR.
Peter
"Where has she gOneT
'They left about three O'Clock for
New yOrk-want 10 catch steamer.
the Buronia. for France, sir"
IL did MOI know that" muttered
Peter glunly
...They didn't know themselves, sir.
until Miss Susan came in during the
races and said she wanted TO 60"
BY the time Peter reached his own
house. his mind was made up. He went
upstairs. packed a bag. ordered his
car and said good-by to his parents.
The guest, he forgot entirely.
He drove cut to the flying field. and
got on IN airplane for New York. tele-
graphing ahead for stateroOm on the
Ruronia. due to sail the next day.
All the while the airship sped TO.
ward the north Peter Dingie was com
posing kilograms. writing business let
tiers, so that when they finally ar
rived In the city. all he had TO do was
10 start his messages on their way.
stop at jewelers.. and then board
the Buronia Then he went to bed
and slept soundiy, quite sure that
Susan and one of her parents, at
least, were aboard the ship bound for
Havre.
II was TIE SeSOhu uay WIG" "e
strolled calmly upon the Clark fami-
iy, their steamer chairs holding van
tage point on the lee quarter. Susan
was gazing out to sea, sad, large
eyed Susan. pale and w0esome look.
ing.
"why Peter, where did you come
from doomed Mr.. Clark.
Home" clipped Peter, shaking
hands with Mrs. Clark and then with
Susan.
"How did you ever get here So