[
' *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.