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[ ' *fsERIAL^ 1 I ! STANTON ' n WINS n By Eleanor M. Ingram Author of "Tha Game and the Candle." "The Flying Mercury," etc. Iiluxirations if/ Frederic Tbornbnrgh opyritftil 1012. Thu Bobba-MerrlL' Couiptuiy a SYNOPSIS. At the beginning of great automobile race the mechanician of the Mercury. Stanton's machine, drops dead. Strange youth, Jesse Floyd, volunteers. and Is accepted. In the rest during the twentyfour hour race 8tanton meets u stranger. Mlsa Carlisle, who Introduces herself. The Mercury wins race. Stanton receives flowers from Mlsa Carlisle, which he Ignores. Stanton meets Miss Carlisle on a train. They alight to take wnlk, and train lenves. Stanton and Miss Carlisle follow In auto. CHAPTER IV.?(Continued.) Stanton, unruffled as In the New York depot, except for his wind-tossed hair, whose blackness was flecked with yellow road dust, leaned back to reclaim his hat and Inquire their destination. When he returned to the usual method of -driving with both hands and facing forward, Miss Carlisle had altogether recovered her poise. "Speaking of racing, I have never thanked you for the other night," she observed, her low tones Inaudible to those behind them. "I never experienced anything like wntchlng you on the track?you carried me away beyond conventionality, I am afraid. And to feel that I had a share In your bewildering feats?" The ugly mood rose again In Stanton. "You need not have felt that responsibility," he declared. "My feats, as you are pleased to call them, nre shared by no one. 1 drive for purposes of my own." She understood at once. "You mean that you did not race with the Duplex because I wanted to ee your famous driving?" He checked the muchlne to permit the passage of a trolley-car. "I had my mechanician beside me and there were two men In the Duplex." was his oblique reply. "I do not amuse by brushing near assassination." The retort was thoroughly Stantonesque. Miss Carlisle bent forward to catch the slipping dust-robe, before answering him, but gave an exclamation as the motor abruptly fell silent. "Oh, 1 am so sorry! The robe caught In the switch and moved It." "It Is nothing," he assured, stooping to remedy the tangle, and sprang out to crank the engine. He had done this very act for Floyd, wo weeks before; only then the Btoppago had been Intentional. Stanton was thinking of that Incident, while he bent to seize the crank, and not of what he was doing. But he saw Valerie Carlisle lean toward the steering-wheel, her red Hps apart and her eyes glistening. Just as he pulled up the handle. "Wait!" the girl cried, a second toe late. There was a sharp explosion of the motor, the crank tore Itself violently out of his hand. Only Stanton's trained swiftness and instant recoil saved him from u broken wrist. As It was, his arm fell momentarily numbed at his side. "You left the Bpark up." Miss Carlisle cried again, pale and shaken "I tried to fix It, but you had cranked. lint. I .... .V ;uu iiijuiru ;uui unu I Mr. Carlisle had risen, several people paused on the sidewalk, but Stan/ton stood looking at the girl who leaned across the folded wind-shield. He, autonoulie expert, racing driver, had advaiced his spark and gone out to crank his motor? His reason rebelled. Yet, what other explanation?" "You hive Injured your arm? Why was 1 so Btupld as to catch the robe and stop the engine!" He recovered himself promptly. "No, no, it is nothing. Miss Carlisle. I am not hurt," he disclaimed. Hut nevertheless he started the engine with his left hand, her narrowed amber eyes following him. It was not far to the Carlisle place. There Stanton declined every Invitation to remain, or even to enter, firmly resolved to go on to Ix)well by the next train. "We will be there tomorrow, also," Miss Carlisle informed him, in taking leave. "I am so grieved that you cannot use your arm." "You see I have used it to steer and shift gears," he reminded. "Yes, but you will not try to race so hurt?" That was what troubled her? The fear that he would not drive and she would miss the excitement of seeing him on the thin verge of death? Her beauty went out to his eyes like the blown flame of a candle. "1 shall race." he declared curtly He had an odd fancy as he went down the village street; It occurred to him that he would like to see Floyd. He was tired, tired to nausea of the feminine as represented by Valerie Carlisle. He would have liked to hunt up his mechanician and hear him talk frank sense, man-fashion. Hut of course he did nothing of the kind. When he arrived at Lowell he went to a doctor and had the strained arm cared for, instead. r U A o*rro wn?r i c.n v? ^ | Tuning Up. Floyd was sitting on n railing in front of the repair pits, when Stanton came out to the course next morniug, engaged in chatting airily with a couple of Jovial drivers from rival cars. 1 He was laughing, and furthermore he i was clad in correct racing costume, this time, instead of the Impromptu blend of the former occasion. The group, already breaking up. drew apart at Stanton's approach, nodding greeting to him. Rut, beyond returning the saluteB, he disregarded all except Floyd, opposite whom he Btopped. "You seem to have nothing to do; Is the machine ready?" he flung, with his ugliest intonation. Floyd slipped ofT the railing and stood up, his expression flickering in momentary surprise "All ready," he answered, quietly businesslike under the undeserved rebuke. "Get it out, then." The other men glanced significantly at one another. "Good luck, Floyd." wished a slim Italian driver, whose reputation equaled Stanton's own, as he turned away. The Mercury car was out already. One of the factory men cranked it. after Stanton took his seat. Floyd was moving to take the place beside, when his eyes fell on the driver's bandaged wrist. "What's up?" Stanton demanded, at the exclamation. "You have hurt your arm?" "Slightly. I cranked an Atalanta Six yesterday with my spark advanced." The mechanician stopped with one foot on the car, looking at him. "1 set my spark forward and went around in front and cranked up and wrenched my arm," Stanton explicitly repeated. Floyd regarded him blankly, then slowly dissolved into a smile of humorous comprehension and stepped into the car. "I had no right to ask, of course," he agreed. "1 beg your pardon. Curious people should expect to hear nuuBfiise. Floyd believed himself put off with an obvious tale, as one reproves a too-Importunate child, so Impossible he considered such carelessness. And Stanton wholly coincided with his Judgment. Only, tho fact remained. The little episode had relieved the atmosphere, however, and restored naturalness of speech. They shot down the course, In the sweet country air, and the day's work had commenced. Then Stanton had his llrBt exhibition of what Floyd called tuning up hlB motor. J "Got her all the way up?" shouted the mechanician, when they let out on the first straight stretch. Stanton nodded, fully occupied; the speedometer was Indicating eightyfour miles an hour. "Stop her?she needs fixing." It was Floyd's hour of empire. Stanton brought ills car to a halt In an appropriate situation, and the mechanician sprang out to Investigate the unhooded power-plant. "Now we'll try. She Is good for ninety an hour," he panted, returning. Stanton accordingly restarted. They spent the morning so; speeding furiously, stopping for Floyd to fuss with one thing or another, watching the speedometer. Floyd listened to the engine as to a speaking voice, translating Its plaint unerringly and colng to remedy the cause. As the as \ // "How Did You Become an Expert Automobile Driver?" sistant manager had said, he was a gasolene freak, a clairvoyant magician of delicate touches and manipulation. At twelve o'clock the Mercury catne to Its camp and stopped. "How Is she doing?" inquired Mr. Green. "You made that last circuit a record breaker, 1 can tell you." "Up to ninety-two miles an hour," Stanton reported with brevity. "It never did so well before. Get out, Floyd." Floyd got out, flushed, tired, his heavy hair clinging In damp rings to his temples, but sunnily content. Mr Green contemplated him anxiously; he had heard an account of Stanton's morning greeting to his mechanician, and he was not pleased at the p?osnf hfivlna t A flnH onr??l?e? ? -- ? , w r-> >? u Iiiiuuiri mail IU All his place. "How," he hesitated, testing his way, "how are you?er?feeling Floyd?" "Hungry," answered Floyd, promptly and unexpectedly. The boyish freshness of it brought a smile to the Hps of every one within hearing. The assistant mannger chuckled outright in his relief. "There's some kind of eats In a stand over there," volunteered a grinning reporter from a Boston newspaper, "if you can bear them. Say, Floyd, do yea know. I guess If yoo hud a sister she'd be a right pretty girl." "I have got one." was the serene return. "You have? Can I ask what shs looks like?" "Just like me; we're twins," he replied absently, his eyes dwelling on the Mercury. The description accorded so oddly with his appeurance, as he stood In his rumpled attire, his serious face stained and darkened with dust, that there was a universal roar of laughter "Pnr ~ -1 1 - '-J-'" wi onuuiC, IU DlilUUtT II liiuy I Jeered one. "Doesn't she ever wash her face, Floyd?" called nnother. "Can't you support her without making her heave coal for a living?" gibed a third. Floyd laughed with the rest, glancing down at himself. "You never saw me dressed for the opera," he tossed back, as be went In search of water. Stanton descended from his car, flung his mask and gauntlets on the seat, and followed his mechanician, tie found him, presently, emerging damp and refreshed from ablutions performed in a bucket with the aid of some cotton-waste. "Will you come to lunch with me?" Stanton asked abruptly. Floyd paused, regarding him In grave surprise and hesitation. "Thank you," he began. Stanton made an impatient gesture, his eyes glinting steel-blue behind their black lashes. I "Do you want me to apologize for bullying you this morning?" he demanded. Over the other's face swept Its c characteristic sudden warning of expression. r "No; I wanted to be sure thnt you ' want me. Thanks, I'll come with pleasure." He slipped into a long motor coat, and accompanied Stanton with a ready cordiality that took no account of [ past events. No reproach could have ' moved the offender so much, no In- 1 jured dignity could have so forced a c curb upon his tongue for the future. s It was not to one of the temporary eating-places erected In anticipation of ' the race carnival that Stanton took his guest, but to a quiet, cool hotel 1 within reach. There, the order given, v he looked across the width of white ' linen at his companion with an odd v sense of triumph and satisfaction; he felt for this boy-man something akin to the elation with which a youth 1 takes the admired girl out to dinner for the first time. "I missed the train, yesterday," he remarked. "1 suppose you had no trouble getting the car here?" "None at all," Floyd confirmed. "1 fancied you accepted Miss Carlisle's invitation to drive." "I did. afterward. It was her car I cranked with the spark forward." Floyd glanced up, a ripple of Incredulous amusement crossing his gray eyes, but he said nothing. "At least, I set the spark as I believed right," Stanton amplified, watching the effect, "and when I cranked, the motor fired over. The person who sat next to me said I left the spark wrong." T! iicredullty died out of Floyd's | gaze, ua* the wonder Increased. "More ukely It was changed after you left It, perhaps by mistake," he suggested. In a flash of recollection Stanton saw Valerie Carlisle's little gloved hand dart toward the steering wheel, Just before he pulled up the crank. Could she have moved the sector, and k have corrected her mistake an instant too late? He remained silent, nor did v Floyd pursue the question. When the first course of the luncheon was placed before them, Stanton aroused himself. Quite indifferent to j the waiter's pained disapproval, he took the carafe of Ice-water and himself filled two glasses. j I "Is this your substitute for cocktails?" he queried, and pushed one of the goblets over to Floyd. Startled, Floyd yet understood, smiling as he looked across. "Yes," he assented, and drank the Innocent pledge. Motorists both, there was no question of a stronger 1 beverage. Stanton turned to the waiter. "You can go: I'll ring when we want N you. Did you over drive an Atalantn Six sixty, Floyd?" "No, but I've handled their fours. I ' like a six cylinder machine, myself; It ' has so fine a torque?" The conversation plunged into pro- : fesslonal technicalities; the sentimental episode was pushed aside. People going in and out of the res- 1 taurant stared interestedly at the two ' exchanging comments and questions. ' Stanton's dark face was well-known, 1 and a face not easily forgotten, while ( his companion's dress sufficiently 1 identified him as one of the racers who held the city's attention during . the motor carnival. When the dessert was before them, Stanton suddenly returned to the per| sonal note. "How did you become a finished automobile expert l?y the age of twenty-one?" he questioned bluntly. "Well, 1 believe you are only five or six years older," Floyd countered, with a touch of whimsical sadness. "Hut?I grew up in an automobile fac tory. I had no mother, no kinswomen at all, and my father made me his constant companion He taught me everything he knew, and he?well, he was Kdgar T. Floyd, who owned the Comet automobile plant, and who designed and built and raced his own cars." (TO BE CONTINUED.) Its KlndT "Is the new carriage a shay?" "Yes, sir! It's mora?it's a shf doover." New York Judge Day ^ f'fci "It would do every man good to spend one day a year in jail. "It would broaden his view of life and Christianity." THESE were statements made by Judge Robert Carey of the common pleas court, Jersey City. In an address at the Central Meth>dlst church of Yonkers. Some of the prisoners In the Tombs >rlson. New York, differ with the udge. Among them are, for Instance, Joicph G. Robin, former president of the lefunct Northern bank, sentenced to u ear In prison for misapplication of unds; Philip Muslcn. the importer bong held for trial on n charge of fraud; tobert H. Klrhy, negro hotel |>orter, barged with assault, and John Castldy, convicted of assault and other rimes, and now in tlus Tombs for the wvmy-second time. "I)o you think Judge Carey Ib right h his belief that every man and voman ought to he put behind the >nrB for one day every year?" Munica vas asked. The young Importer, after a sudden lisappearance from New York, six veeks ago, when he was wanted by he government on fraud charges, hought for a moment. "Well," he Bald at length, "I don't mow. As a matter of (act, I do not leslre to discuss this matter of prison vith you." Takes Issue With Judge. Cassldy. the oltMinier was mnra ommunicative. He shook his gray lead. "That judge Is a nut," waff his verlict. "Here I've been spending about lalf my days evecy year in Jtill for liirty years, and I can't see that It has lone me any good or broadened my 'hristlnn viewpoint to a noticeable legree. "Maybe the first time I went to Jail tiiouglit it did. That Is, I thought t did until 1 got out. Then it was ust aR easy to jlrntny another window >r lift a white hatred old gentleman's vatch iti a street car. The second bit' I did narrowed my Christian rlewpoint to a paper edge, and as for iharity?huh! that bunk gets ham nered out of a man by prison grub ind hard work up at the Pen. There lin't no such thing. "Yes, 1 guess 1 might have been villlng to argue with this judge if .? m iiih icifii iiDont the lirst Ime I was stowed away. It struck mo iretty hard then. It was for beating ip a man in a saloon. I got thirty lays, and I was young, and I had a ainlly, and it got under my skin. "I was about ready then. I guess, to WHAT TOMBS I PHILIP Ml'SK'A, Importer, held for fraud: I don't know. As a matter of fact, 1 do not desire to discuss the subject of prison with you. JOHN CASSIPY, serving bis twenty-second term. That judge is a nut. Here's I've been spending about half rny days every year in jail for the last thirty years and I can't see that it has done iao any good, or broadened my Christian viewpoint. ROHEIIT H. K1HHY, negro, held for woman beating: Yes. sir, I think Judge Carey is pretty near right. A man sits in a cell in prison the whole long day once a year and he lias time to think. All the wrong he has done comes up ; Prescribes One n Jail for Every Once Each Year 1 admit thnt n 'bit' in a cell might whiten a fellow out some, and 1 suppose I made up my mind that I was a pretty chastened guy before I got out. "But the next time It was different. I got sent up for a Job I never did, and It soured on me. 1 lost my repenting notion. Might as well the deed I as the name, said 1, and when I got out thnt time It didn't take tno long to get In again with my eyes wide open, and deliberate at that. "Sinco then I've been coming back to the TombB to wait trial every so often, and they all know me here? not by the same name, maybe, but by " ?? my faco. No, young fellow, this old judge never spent a day or five years behind 'em for something he never done, or he wouldn't bo talking about broadening the Christian viewpoint by sitting In a cell." Robert 11. Klrby, the negro hotel porter, had quite another idea of Judge Carey's theory. Klrby was waiting trial on a charge of beating a woman. Ho had been locked up before for disorderly conduct, but not for long. "Yes. sir! 1 think Judge Carey le pretty near right," he said. "A man who sits In a cell In prison a whole long day onco a year has time to think. All the wrong he has dono comes un pretty close to him and he gets time to think what a mean, misorable sort of a fellow he Is. T UImI.. rM J ? iMims v/cn uiu mm uood. "I believe this few dnys I've spent here In the Tomba has done mo more good than anything else. I was locked up for disorderly conduct once, and on ! that occasion 1 got a chance to look 1 at myself from a sort of outside point I of view. When I got through looking I saw I wasn't much of a man. and when I got out of Jail I braced up and | was a different fellow. "That was ai long time ago, and I got | to slipping back, I guess. Hut ! j wouldn't haive if I'd had to spend one day in jail every year between that mnt Hint* mill 11118. Joseph ('?. Hobin, the defaulting bnnk president, had little to say about the i 3RIS0NERS SAY: pretty close to him. I believe tho few days 1 have spent here In the j Tombs have done me pood. JOSEPH G. ItOHIN. defaulting bank president: My case was dlf- j forent. 1 did not willfully commit a wrong. Had I done so 1 might be able to see the viewpoint of Judge Carey that a brief meditation in Jail is a good thing. As it is, I landed here because I wished to oblige my friends?!??? ? ? * ?? I wanted to make myself a Kood fel ! low and I was made a tool. Michael McDonnell, held on a charge of oaaault: Judge Carey's Idea Is impracticable because to Imprison all Inhabitants of tho United States for one day each would cost the country un- | told sums of money. philosophy bf one day In Jail a y?ar. "That is something I cannot an* swor," he said, "because mr case was different. I did not willfully go ahead and commit a wrong. Had 1 done so I might be able to see the viewpoint of Judge Carey that a brief meditation In jail is a good thing. As it is I landed here merely because I wished to oblige my friends?because I wanted to be a good fellow, and was made a tool of." William Lewis, another prisoner, thought Judge Carey would change hie mind if he himself was one of tho porsonB obliged to spend one of the days in jail, and this view was shared by Albert Franck, on the same tier Michael McDonnell, who spent thin teen years in Matteawan and has Just been brought back cured to stand trial on a charge of assault committed in 1QOO nnlnfo?l /* ? ? w, Kv/iuwu vui, tua% a uu^u voic/ a idea was impracticable, because to Imprison all inhabitants of the United States for one day each year would cost the country untold sums of money. History, however, records an Instance of an English judge of the last century who insisted, on being elevated to the bench, on passing a week In prison under severe discipline. His idea was thus to familiarize himself with the sort of life which the unfortunates whom he might have to sentence to confinement would have to live. He thought that most judges did not sufficiently realize what severe punishment they wefe Inflicting when they passed sentences of long terms of Imprisonment. Somehpw this idea seems to have within it at least a small amount of common sense. SURPRISED AT WHITE MAN Amazement of the Natives in the Remote Village of Nonsatong, In Korea. Writing of his pidventures In unknown Korea in Harper's for May, Hoy C. Andrews of the American Museum of Natural History tellB ol his ninusing experiences while collecting specimens at Nonsatong. "We found good collecting at Nonsatong and remained a week," he says. "The village, if it could be called so, sisted of ten or twelve huts of the poorest kind, strung out along the valley, and to the inhabitants 1 was an object of the greatest curiosity. They had never seen a white man before. My blue eyes attracted most atten tlon, and when the Blmple, timid people learned that I was not averse being examined they gave their rurloslty full play. They did not brieve that It was possible for a mr.n having eyes like mine to see i roperly, their usual teBt being to telect a trees or rock some distance away ard ask me to tell them what it was. "Tho Interpreter told the natives at XonBatong that we would pay six sen (3 cents) for any mouse, rat or other small mammal which they could catch. They did not believe at first that any man would be foolish enough to pay Buch a price as that for something which could not be eaten, but, after repeated urgings to try and see, on the second day the men of the village arrived en masBe with a chipmunk. At once six yen was offered for It, to the utter amazement of the Koreans. The next day there was an influx of chipmunks. for every man and child in the village turned out to catch them, and by 2 in the afternoon they had nineteen. "The natives raised quantities of onions, of which all Koreans are very fond, and on the first day of our arrival wo bought a great bunch for 4 sen. After payment cf 6 sen for a chipmunk, however, the price of onions jumped to 30 sen, for they argued, quite naturally, that If wo would give 6 sen for a useless little animal not fit to eat, they could demand almost anything for perfectly good food. Although I proclaimed a boycott upon onions, the price was not reduced to its original status." _________ Knotty Point of Law. A South Dakota lawyer writing In the Southern Bench and Bar Review, objects to the classification of pigeons or doves as wild animals because an-, der it the owner of a modern pigeon ranch must keep his pigeons at his own peril. If they escape he must pursue them immediately or the first A occupant will bo the owner of..his. <>}'f ' property, and if they fly about, as' ? , they are accustomed to do, any one upon whoso premises they happen to alight, without the knowledgo of the owner, can capture or kill them without any liability whatsoever, and acquires the right to hold them. "Will the courts of last resort when the proper case arises adhere to this old rule, or will they modify It or aban uwii 11 nu mui me promoter or a recently growing industry will be protooted in his property rights?" aj*ks the writer. Radium and Old Age. Tho claim that radium can restore the hardened arteries of thtddle-aged people to a healthy condition, and so prolong life, was made by Doctor Saubermanu of Berlin, who lectured In I^ndon recently before the Rontgeu society. If this theory 1b correct it will be possible, for a few pounds, to buy a radium Apparatus which will manufao ture the elixir of youthfulness. This apparatus consists of an earthenware receptacle, containing a minute amount of radium, which is placed at the bottom of a glass bottle. The bottle Is filled with water, and in the course of time tho water becomes charged with radium emanations. The radium remains "active" for hundreds of years so that one has only to renew tho water in order to get any number of doses.?Pall Mall Gazette.