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*fsERIAL^ I STORY j STANTON n WINS n I "-j;~ J Eleanor M. Ingram Author of "The Game and the Candle," "The Flying Mercury," etc. i IHutiratfona by Frederic Thornborgb >py right VjlZ. The Bobba-Morrlll Company 14 SYNOPSIS. At the beginning of great automobile race the mechanician of the Mercury. Stanton'* machine, dropa dead. Strange youth. Jesse Floyd, volunteers, and Is accepted. In the rest during the twentyfour hour race Stanton meets a stranger. Miss Carlisle, who Introduces herself. The Mercury wins race. Stanton receives flowers from Miss Carlisle, which he Ignores. Stanton meets Miss Carlisle on a train. They alight to take walk, and train leaves. Stnnton and Miss Carlisle follow In auto. Accident by which Stanton Is hurt Is mysterious. Floyd, at lunch with Stanton, tells of his boyhood. Stanton again meets Miss Carlisle and they dlno together. Stanton comes to track sick, but makes race. They have accident. Floyd hurt, but not seriously. At dinner Floyd tells Stanton of bis twin sister. Jessica. Stanton becomes very 111 end loses consciousness. On recovery, at bis hotel Stanton receives Invitation and visits Jessica. They go to theater together, and meet Miss Carlisle. Stanton anil Floyd meet ngaln and talk business. They agree to operate automobile factory as partners. Floyd becomes suspicious of Miss Carlisle. Stanton again visits Jessica, and they become fast friends. CHAPTER X?(Continued). .. r "jes and I do not tire of our friends," she rebuked. "But beyond that, how can any one (ell what will happen? We can Just live our best every day and wait to see further. Sometimes things get twisted wrong." "What Is the matter? What Is twisted wrong. Miss Floyd?" She shook her head, smiling across her shoulders at him. "Nothing?nothing but me. Only I feel disgustingly gloomy to-night; as If Jes and I were very far apart. Never mLnd, I wish you all good luck and victory for the race." "What was thnt song you were singing on the first day I came here?" he asked Irrelevantly. She hesitated, then struck a few chords upon the piano. "That?" "Yes. Will you 6lng It to me, now?" With her charming trick of prompt obedience, she at once seated herself at the Instrument. It was no ornate classic, no lovesong, that the velvet-and-gold contralto voice braided Into Stanton's memory, to be In the near future a torture more acute than physical pain and personal grief. "'Oft. In the stilly nlkht Kre slumber's chain nnth hound me. Fond memory brings the light Of other days around me." That was the quaint stiff melody of fifty years before, that Jessica Floyd sung to Stanton before they parted. On reaching home, an hour later, Stanton found a letter awaiting him from the assistant manager. Green. It was dated from Long Island, and reminded him that the course would be open for the last day's practice next morning during the early hours. "The car Is at last ready, and If you see Jes Kloyd, tell him that we can not get along without him any longer," ran the concluding sentence. Stanton put down the letter, frowning at It In Irritated nstonlshment. Had not Floyd gone to prepare for the race, with Greer, and by his direct order? How then could he, Stanton, know anything nbout his mechanician and why did not Green know everything? Possibly Floyd had been kept at the Mercury factory; but In that case Green would surely have sent there for him. instead of trusting to the faint chance of Stanton's encountering him. Of course Floyd must bo ready to go out for the delayed practice work next morning?Stanton rnso impatiently; of course he would be ready. A thought like a needleprlek halted him when half-way across the room, a wild fancy. Could It be conceived credible that Valerie Carlisle did wish to prevent the Mercury car from racing. and. falling to reach the driver, might attempt to keep away the mechanician she knew to be so valuable? He recalled his own strange illness on the eve of the Massachusetts race. On an Impulse beyond restrain, he turned to his telephone; there would be some one to tell him of "Floyd at the factory, for It was working night and day to fill its orders. "Yes. 3S7 Frenchwood," the thin voice finally came along tho wire "Yes. Mercury. Mr. Stanton? Walt." The instrument roared vilely; he knew it was the din of the huge engines he heard across thirty miles of distance. "Hello." another voice took up, through tho drone. "Stanton? This is Mr. Bailey. What? Oh. why Floyd's gone on?" there was a blank clicking "?to Ix>ng Island tonight." was faintly resumed. "He'll be on his Job when you need him. Stanton; go a bit easy on the poor kid. He isn't a machine." Stanton oxclaimed something ugly nnd hung.np the receiver with a snap. Bailey was a fool, he mentally sneered, and Green was another, and he himself the third. As for Miss Carlisle, be had not seen or heard of her pimce f > J I the trip to Indiana. No more orchids tl and laurel. He umileH in = ? ?-hnuin ' > lief and went to open a window to bI the pungent October air. To-morrow p he would see Floyd at the course and s begin the work which Intoxicated hltn n as it does all those who once acquire the fearless mastery of a car at high s | speeds and taste the strong excite- t? 1 inent of the racing game. lie drew a s | breath of anticipated exhilaration; n ! this was the ground where he and ' Floyd stood closest in understanding I and where Jessica could never come. But he wished that she had not tl | looked so strangely grave and wistful, L that evening. It troubled hira. \> ii CHAPTER XI. F ? P The Last Race. r! "Say, Floyd, got a spare Are extinguisher In your camp?" o "1 guess so." called a gay rippling voice across the gray dawn mist. S "Just throw It Into the next pltv f< then; Jack's whistling again." A tousled head appeared from the s third in the row of repair pits. y "I^et Floyd alone, he'd rather hear me whistle than you talk," Jeered the r offender. "Besides, he's working. Is lj It true, Floyd, that you can make a c worn-out taxlcab motor run like anew c foreign engine? Soino one told me n so." "Why, yes. Jack; but I haven't any i< time to fix your car now," came the b sweet reply. "Come crank the Mer- e cury for me. one of you, I want to hear her run." One of the laughing mechanics ran tl forward, but paused as a tall figure F advnnced from the shadow of the stand Floyd straightened up from bending a over the unhooded motor, shining- e eyed and vividly aglow In the raw, salt II air that swept across the bare Long island meadows. q "Stanton!" he gladly welcomed, and stripped off a rubber glove to give \\ greeting; Floyd was girlishly careful d of his hands and always protected them during work when possible. s' "1 Just arrived here, by train," the other explained. "Do you want to N take the car out?" w "When you're ready." s "I am ready now. Get some warm el things on, it is going to he chilly un- n till the sun is out." It was not an emotional meeting, but t both men were content. Stanton had p felt the thrill of relief and pleasure a: upon Beelng his mechanician which si surprised him Into recognition of how much uneasiness the incident of the ti night before had caused him. G "You will have to be kind to the b tires," Floyd warned, as ho complied tl with the directions. "We have only fi *nt Fl0yd Pause^ to w KOt one extra not k ..... _. ???h?re. Tho shipment | qt ?ui me race nasn t arrived yet." in "Why not?" \a "OoodnesB knows. Mr. Green has telegraphed to the tire company. 1 ap suppose they will ho along to-day. or T1 to-morrow at the worst." ci "I should hoj?e so. Ready?" dl "Just about. Oh, they all say that 8t your trial for speeding in Pelham w. Parkway took place day before yester- pj day." "It did." eh Floyd stopped in the act of ascending to his seat. "You didn't tell Jessica." he reproached. "How do you know?" queried Stan- th ton, astonished. gr "I saw her late last night, on my of way here. What did they do to you?" wl "Fined me all the law allowed? su which the Mercury Company paid? ro and suggested the wisdom of not doing eh it again. I didn't suppose Miss Floyd fr< would be Interested in police court de- cu tails. Get in." ta The morning's work had begun. T1 It was always a course race, the Fa Cup event, and In many places the ce way lay over hastily prepared country Ini roatjs. Here and therq mcji were still tei at work, banking turns or smoothing In \ lie ground. On the second time round, the Mercury struck au edged tone and lost a tire with a sharp roort. Stanton drew up by the roadide. and Floyd run back to pitch the lischlef-makiug rock into the fields. "George and Palmer are out." he oberved. returning. "They might come a grief on it. too. Hesides, we ourelvos might hit it again. 1 like a rack race." "So do I. How many tires left?" "Three." They worked rapidly, both for pracice and front force of habit. The luplex roared past at a leisurely gait, rhile they were busy, its driver wav;ig a hand in sympathetic greeting, 'loyd paused to wave a response, and resently the Mercury si>ed after its Ival. Hefore ten o'clock they had lost anther tire. "Those tires in yet?" demanded tanton. when ho Mtrnlti .lrnw ???> :>ro the repnlr pit. The harassed assistant manager hook his head, exhibiting a sheaf of ellow telegrams. "Not vet. The Ruby Company teleraphs that they shipped the order ist week by express; the express ompany telegraphs that they sent the urload on from Chicago two days ago nd it must be here." "The freight ear must have been ?ft in the New York yards. Instead of eing sent out here," deduced Stanton xasperatedly. "New York says it isn't there." "Perhaps they shipped the order to he Mercury factory by mistake," 'loyd suggested. Mr. Green looked at him in scorn. "Of course I 'phoned there first of 11. The chief says they are not there, ither, and to telegraph all along the ne until we trace the car." "Have you done it?" Stanton inul red. "I'm doing it now. I've got as fnr est as Utica and each freight yard enies having them." "We'll go to lunch. Floyd. The anwers will come in meanwhile." There was a hotel near by, which fr Green made his headquarters, and here Stanton arid Floyd chose to lay. A good many of the other drlvrs and olficials also remained for that lght. "I'd run into little old New York." he drivtr of the Atalanta car exlained to Stanton, "only I'm afraid ft In't healthy to go through Brooklyn a often." To the hotel the answers continued > come all that afternoon, until Mr. reen and the office were snowed over y strips of yellow paper. The larger >e city and the more crowded its eight yard, the longer the time ro r i?T* ave a Response. lired to make -the search for the isslng car and report the result to jug Island. After four o'clock, the roads were ;ain open for practice until sunset, tie Mercury went out for a couple of rcuits, and lost another tire by skldng on a turn. After that the car 1 ood before Its camp,?"Afraid of I < oaring out her last pair ol shoes," i oyd informed solicitous questioners. I i "Can't you buy them somewhere < se?" chafed the irritated Stanton. 1 (TO BE CONTINt'ED.) j ' Mrs. Fairchild's Distinction. < Mrs. George W. Falrchild Is among t e best gowned women In the con- I esslonal set in Washington One I her dinner gowns Is a model on < hlch the ceremonial robes of the mmer will bo built. It Is a trained ? be of heavy cream satin, with pan- , t 3 of blue chiffon extending back, t jnt and on the sides from the low- , | t bodice and ending at the hem In i < Rsels of crystal and cut steel beads, t ie diamond necklace which Mrs. | ilrchlld wears with many of her remonlal gowns follows the prevail- y < style In resembling a delicate pat- > rn. oL jttce. It Is about three Inches , widOi And fits {is snutf 1 v as a alova. t VANDERBIL Conspicuous among the Americai England, a distance of about 20 miles. < Mary (arrow) was seated. It was uot? passed by the queen and failed to rais Vanderbilts. caOTof oi #Ever Felt Since Pharaoh's Daugh-' j ter's Famed Trip. ! O ! r Romantic Events Have Occurred c When Beauty Bathed as Everyone 1 Does Now?Resume of Sea- i s shore Fun of Many Places. 0 | c New York.?It was some years ago N that "Pharaoh's daughter went down <l to the water," or, to speak by The ' Hook, "came down to wash herself " at the river; and her maidens walked , along by the river's side." It is also related that she found the infant, ' Moses. Hut that is another story. 1 y The fact that she went down to old ^ Nile to bathe is what at this moment ^ draws one to her. especially one who j has traversed old Cniro, ferried <\yer to the Island of Roda, walked through ? the quaint garden which belongs to the heirs of Hassan Pasha, and at ! length climbed down to the very place | where this great princess found Is- ^ real's lawgiver-to-be in the marshes. As a matter of fact, many romantic ^ things have occurred when beauty was bathing or preparing to bathe. Actaeon thus came upon Diana in tho ' cave of her valley inclosed with cy- r| presses and pines. Lot us hope ho strayed there by accident, lest the list 1 of known Peeping Toms bo longer , than it is. , t< At any rate, we bathe. Hetter yet, the surf grows more en- n Joyable every day till tho end of sum- p mer. To bo sur > it is always wet and 1 K( spacious, but it is not always warm, j Tho later In the summer tho warmer 1 . the water. " The fact that bathing is delightful Is proven by tho avidity with which ^ both the well and the ailing take to ' the surf. Even in dainty economical Japan tho people hie themselves to the numerous bathing places, tho hot springs being especially in favor. Australia Is bathing mad Children '* there learn to swim as surely as they ? vv (*! I ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ 11 rcis^icni oan or uia ocean. *"* earn to spell?If not surer. All down )ur Pacific const bathing Is one of the sreatest delights. And all over Ku ope sea bathing Is Indulged In when- m iver possible. Along the Mediter- I pi anean winter and spring travelers are of ikely to go In. but. If Americans, they re ire disappointed, missing the great th crowds and the beach idling of our ti< ;reat New Jersey resorts. At home as publicity is the keynote of our surf sa lathing, at most foreign resorts It Is th julte the reverse. ro Some of the gay French and Rel- la tian resorts rather manage to com- 1 m line the two sorts. They retain their in inthmg machines but a crowd lingers cu n close proximity, and bathers, upon tmerging from their machines, are not co iverse to being accosted by friends pr n ordinnry attire co A bathing machine, as everybody re mows, Is a little bathhouse on wheels, en V horse usually serves to pull it high pr ind dry away from the waves when Iti he bather haa emerged from her dip i th T DID NOT SALUTE THI " iis entered In the coaching marathon frc was A. O. Vanderbilt (drtvihg), who pa >d that Mr. Vanderbilt, with whom la 1 io his hat. Mr. and Mrs. Paul Sturgis LD OCE AN; nd climbed the few steps up to the oor. The English shudder at the idea of ur mixed bathing and surely we are ,r irivileged to smile at some of their ustoras. On a certain warm day In irlghton, not so many years ago, one r' aw just how this modesty worked 'n iut. The few who had taken ma- '1: bines were uninteresting, seml-tn- 111 alld old Indies and children. Then " long came a buxom creature who 1,1 laving arranged for a bath climbed hi board and was presently no doubt Unrobing. Every Johnule who had 8,5 een her enter lingered and yet oth- i 111 rs. scenting freo entertainment, olned the waiting list. The machine ' 01 ,as now down with the front wheels , " ti the water and as it was about time a( ar the "vision" to appear these lovers f beauty drew closer and closer, not w few perching on the wheels as if 1 a get a better view. m The door opened The "vision" modestly held the front f her Bo-called bathing suit In her ai nnd as she stepped gingerly down eJ ntll she could grasp the rope, for the each Is so steep that a bather Is in D p to the waist a few feet from the and. Then the suit had it all its wn way, and it ballooned and caeened to the limit and then some. It ras of a nice, warm red and cut like very broad necked old-fashioned hpml?? tl-11 K K ~ 1 ? * me luwtr pan cflURbt | w| jgether for a few Inches. This was Wl great advantage, as otherwise it j jt >ight simply have blown over the ather's head and far away, giving P Dine poor shark a terrible colic. ? IAD COYOTE BITES HERDER f I lounts Horse at Once and Makes a Night Ride to City for Medical Treatment. Molse, la.?Nicholas Doyle, a sheep g erder in the employ of Sam Uoss, Is 1 this city to get treatment for rales. The other morning about 2 o'clock, 1 bile asleep in his tent, he was awak- I m d by a llerce pain in his forehead jf nd the weight of a body on his bunk H le struclc out with his hands and | DOCked a coyote ncross the tetu.. I Following it to the door through I hlch it had disappeared he was in 5 ine to see a full grown coyote, the * iatn flying from its bloody chops. $ ave the body of a wounded slieepog and run for the hills. The coy- & le had entered the tent of Doyle and G Itten him while he was asleep The eth of the animal had entered above R id below the eye. I Without awaiting for daylight, Doyle IE night a horse and started from his imp on Jenkins Creek for this city, bile waiting for the remedy, Doyle S(> jelares that he is not greatly agitnt- J. I, although he is fearful of losing his of wa LAN A GIGANTIC SUN DIAL r?- AC ..... wvmmmiuco wouio i nus Transform the Place Vendome?Not St. a New Idea. Paris.?The old Paris committee, a unicipal body charged with tho ] eservatlon of the ancient landmarks th? 1 tho city, Is now considering the go unarkable proposal of a member that wli 10 place Vendome be made a gigan- chi c sun dial, with Napoleon's column mi i the pointer. All that is required, drt iys Jules Vacquier. the promoter of ter e Idea, is to mark the roadway sur- dej undlng the column with a circle of ncl rge figures inlaid in the wood pave- pit enf, which will thus give Paris an "H unenso natural clock of absolute ac- big iracy lln This curious suggestion is much <!r immented upon, and it is thought hu' obable that the Paris municipal j fol uneil will soon carry It out It is I called, however, that the Idea is not sui itirely original, as the same use was hot oposed for the Place Vendome and Ma i bronze column in the early part of . till e last century.'^" ' | eu< " 3 MMS : QUEEN . tm Hyde Park to South Richmond. 8Bed tho royal box. where Queen lis wife, was the only man who are on the seat In back of the IGHT OF DEATH SILENCES ormer Policeman Loses Entire Control of Voice When Auto Kills a Woman. Savannah.?As a result of wltnessig the fatal accident to Miss Mary oore, who was run over and killed f an automobile. Captain S. N. llars, a former police officer, 1b sufferg from hysterical laryngitis, which is temporarily deprived him of the to of his voice. Physicians state int the malady Is not serious and mt his voice probably will return to m as quickly as it left him As a police officer. Captain Harris lw men killed and maimed under any circumstances, but he was unlie to stand tho sight of a young girl -ushcd under a heavy touring car. e was the first on the scene after the :cldcnt and he played an Important irt in rescuing the body of the young oman from tho wheels of the maline. His voice became hoarse lmediately and a few hours later he as unuble to talk at nil Captain Harris says he never saw lything quite so horrible In all his :perlence. EATH OF DUNCAN CHILDREN uto That Carried Noted Artists' Babies to Death in the Seine at Nevllly, France. Paris, Prance.?The automobile In hich the children of Mmo. Duncan ere riding with their governess when ran down an embankment into the Auto In Which Youths Died. ine river drowning? Its occupants, axed by the accident, the chauffeur the 111 fated autompbile was found mderlng on the bank of the river. rrORS' CHURCH NOT KNOWN < Paul's Covent Garden, Rich In Historic Interest?Notables Buried There. f nntlnn Pnuon? 1 ? " uaiucu ib one or i sights of London, but few visitors to Bee St. Paul's, Covent Garden. iirh has been called tho "Actors' urch." yet probably next to Westnster abbey and St. Paul's catheil here is the church of greatest in est to the historian, for its famous ad number among them not only tors and dramatists, but famous peo in every walk of life: Butler of udibras" fame; Claude Duval, the ihwayman; l-ely, the painter; Mack, the actor; Arne,. the musician; Inling Gibbons, the sculptor, are t representative of the celebrated k buried In St. Paul's, iere, too, lies Betty Carelesn?how >able a name!?who. according to r obituary notice In the Gentleman's igazine, helped the gay youths of