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jjjF'' fsERJAL>l L STORY J ; STANTON n WINS n By t Eleanor M. Ingram Author of "The Game and the Candle." "The Flying Mercury." etc. flluttraHont by Frederic Thornbnrgb i i ' 1 I pjrrtgul luli The Uobba-Morrill Couiputij 18 SYNOPSIS. At the beginning of great automobile race the mechanlelun of the Mercury. Stanton's muehlne. drops dead. Strange youth, J esse Floyd. volunteers, and is accepted. In the rest during the twentyfour hour race Stanton meets a stranger. NWss 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. at. 1 train leaves. Stanton and Miss Carlisle follow In auto. Accident hy which Stanton Is hurt Is mysterious. Kloyd. at luneli with Stanton, tells of his boyhood. Stanton again meets Miss Carlisle and they dine together. Stanton comes to track sick, but makes race. They have accident. Floyd hurt, hut not seriously. At dinner Floyd tells Stanton of his twin sister. Jessica. Stanton heroines very 111 unit loses consciousness. On recovery, at his hotel Stanton re< elves Invitation and visits Jessica. They g<> to theater together. and meet Miss Carlisle. Stanton and Floyd meet again and talk business. They agree to operate automobile factory as partners. Floyd becomes suspicious of Miss Carlisle. Stanton again visits Jes *ici\. nnu tncy nernnii' fast frt'-mls Stanton becomes suspicious of Miss Carlisle Just before Important rm-o tiros 1?-<I for Stanton's car are delayed. Floyd traces the tiros ami brings them to camp. CHAPTER XI ?(Continued). The precaution was Justified. On the most dreaded angle of the course came the well-known explosion, immediately followed by a second from the opposite wheel, the Mercury toppled perilously. Floyd was leaning over the hack, unstrapping the extra tires, before Stanton had brought the car to a standstill The two men were out on the ground together, dragging forth tools. Ringed about by pushing, exclaiming spectators, they worked with quick precision, wasting no time in speech. Dustwrapped. two big cars sped by them, the red one hanging doggedly nt the flank of the white. "George thinks he's winnln'," lisped Floyd mockingly. "Hut he Isn't goiu' to: we are." Stanton was on his feet again. "In with the tools," he directed, with brevity. But the blue-black eyes and gray exchanged one smiling glance before the Mercury sprang forward. The race began its third hour, as Stanton started out to regain his lost lead. It was noon, a dazzling, breathless noon of azure and gold. Down past the grand-stand with its heaving expanse of color and movement they swept again, the joyous applause corning to them across the roar of their own motor, and on between the walls of people Into the quieter back stretch in pursuit of their rivals. There was a bridge, back there, across a shallow running brook shut in uy it strip m Himiiun-iiTnen woonianu. "Car ahead!" Floyd cried suddenly, as they rushed around a curve and bore down on the crossing. "Look out ?Stanton?" In the center of the bridge was a reeling, staggering car, coming to a halt and striving to maintain Its equilibrium meanwhile. The chain had broken loose, its driver afterward explained, and was lashing the underinechanism to scrap metal. Seeing too late to stop his own machine. Stanton took the only chance of saving any of the four lives and tried to twist past the other car on the narrow bridge. Only a master-driver would have attempted the feat; Stanton carried It to the verge of success. They were along Bide, passing, when the edge of the wooden bridge gave way under the double strain. There was the rip of splintering planks, as the Mercury's outside wheels crushed through the flooring, a shuddering lurch. "Jump!" Stanton shouted his vain command to Floyd, as they went down. The cool water lapped around his fingers, trickled revivingly across his Intolerably painful arm, gurgling like a Joyous voice as it passed by him. Slowly, with infinite effort, Stanton dragged himself up upon the other nrrn tho linin In rorl rlcrhi I I? ? - .... VU KfilH. lie lllli&l see; that was the Imperious cry of hrain and heart, to see. It seemed to i him years ago that the Mercury had gone off the bridge, yet he knew the time could be but moments, since the ambulance had not come and he was ( St 111 here. His vision was clearing. Yes; ( there, half In the dainty brook, half i on the green bank, lay the heap of bent and broken metal that had been ] the Mercury racing car. And beside i it? I When he drove back the faintness that blackened the bright noon. Stanton began to drag hiB pain-racked i ^ body toward what l>.-*id.? the Mcr^^^^Lcury. Movement hurt, hurt unbearI Bably, yet was a less anguish than j^^^^^^Lought. For he knew, knew the | Bh|-h:ti.ii'i)in seldom escapes. lay near the machine, unto outward view except for a bis temple stain < His mask cap were hand was flung palm upthe torn sleeve bare the slim arm crossed by the zigzag scar s gained at Lowell. He looked very v young and strangely grave, as the sunlight and tree-shadows flickered back v and forth across his colorless face and li shining bronze waves of hair. "Floyd." Stanton articulated hoarsely. "Floyd!" The brook gurgled cheerfully, a be- s lated oriole flashed past a streak of t flame. Stanton's head sank back 1< down against his mechanician's Inert hand, and the world fell out of knowl- s edge. t c CHAPTER XII. c ? t jess. ? It was two weeks later when Ralph c Stanton first reopened conscious eyes, t this time upon the immaculate dreari- I ness of a hospital room. A linen-clad nurse stood beside him. and at the t foot of the bed was a gentleman tin- > mistakably medical. "Hotter. Mr. Stanton?" queried the i latter, breezily professional. c "Floyd?" Stanton whispered, with i dilllculty. "Where is Jes Floyd?" t The doctor surveyed him oddly, hesitating. Rut the nurse stooped over \ him. her expression altering to impulsive compassion. j "Well, very well." she assured hast I- f ly. "Jes Floyd has gone home. Try 1 to rest; try not to think of things." He had known the truth before he ] asked the question. Stanton quietly t turned his face to the wall and fainted, being very weak. In bis next conscious Interval, he put another demand. "Miss Floyd? She Is alive?" 1 "Yes, oh yes," the nurse heartily af t firmed. "Yes, indeed." t Once more Stanton turned to the wall. Jessica had not died when Jos ' did. then, according to her prediction; ; i the tie of kinship had not held so far. She was In the little apartment, alone, j Later in the night his steady, silent j gaze drew the attendant to his side. "What is it? You are suffering f more?" i "Ask her to stop singing." he begged. "It wasn't my fault. Ask her ; to stop." The nurse took a glass from the f table. 1 "There Is no one singing. Mr. Stan- > ton. no one at all. Drink this." .^w uue: i>ut oui mere in tne dark?" "No." i lie averted hia graze, and remained mute, unprotesting. After that he never loat memory again; not even f in sleep, for he dreamed. Day and < night, hour after hour. Jeaslcn'a ino- ?. notonoua song heat through hia sick t brain. 1 "Oft. tn t!>o KtIlly night?" Hia nights were not still, always t when he closed his eyes he heard some one sobbing, Jessica Floyd weep- 1 ing for her brother. f \ \ a.j MlAl? 1 \ Stanton Surveyed Him Wit But gradually the last traces of de- ! f llrlum faded out. Slowly his superb I ; health reasserted its dominion and 1 brought Stanton back to normal life, i \ The fractured hones knit, the other I i injuries healed. I 1 He never spoke Floyd's name a sec- I ond time. Nor did any one mention it ; ? 1.1.., TK? 1 u# IIIIII i ut* iii'tui in uii; rui y Company came out from New York to see him and express cordial sympathy \ tieorge, who had driven the Duplex to | t victory after the Mercury's wreck, i I came to visit hint more than once, a i t blonde, cheery presence; as did the ' driver of the machine on the bridge j t who owned his own life to Stanton's s cool fearlessness and skill. Mr. if flreen brought his fussy condolence, r Hut none of them alluded to Jes t Floyd. There was a curious constraint 1 that marked them all. an air of watch- 1 fully keeping silent upon some sub- v |ect constantly present In their minds S Stanton looked them through and ! r through with his hollow blue-black r .'yes, and asked nothing. t It was two months before he could 4 leave the hospital. Winter had shut 1 In, raw and bleak. The day fixed for his departure, the doctor lingered in bidding him good-by. "1 have not wanted you to be wor- ^ rlod, Mr. Stanton." he said bruskly. c 'Not on any account. Rut from the ' fdct that your first question was 'Jes r Floyd?' 1 imagine you feel lome re a ' " '( pousibiltty In that matter. May I ask t here you are going?" I Before the spoken nnme Stanton rinced. but steadily met the other's nquislttve eyes. "To Miss Floyd." he responded. The doctor held out a hearty hand. "Good. 1 was sure of It! A patient hows a lot of his character to his ihyslclan. Good luck to you?all dnds." IIow did he know of unprotected Jes nca noya: Stanton wearily pondered he question as he descended to the arrlage. Or rather, how did he know ?f Stanton's feeling of responsibility oward her? The mechanician was iupposed to take his chance with the Iriver. Perhaps delirium had revealed he close bond of friendship between noyd and himself. At the railroad station, a tall young nan approached hint, as the train vhistled in the distance. "My name Is Richards." he antounced diffidently. "You're hardly >n your feet yet. Mr. Stanton; if there s anything I can do for you on the rip into the city. I'd be glad." Stanton surveyed him with blank ton-recognition. "You don't remember me?" the otittg man tried again. "Have you orgotten the cub reporter who folowed you on the afternoon you were irrrsted for speeding your machine in 'elham Parkway? You let your comtanion give me the story." Stanton put out his hand, the poignint memory unendurable. "Yes. yes. What of it?" "It gave me my start, it meant a >ig life for me; and I didn't forget It. made the accounts of the accident at he Cup race as easy for Miss Floyd is I could, when they came out. There ,vas bound to be some sensatlonalBtn." "Thank you," Stanton made brief aovnowledgment. "There is nothing that ou can do for me." The train was hissing at the platorm. but the reporter pursued him a step farther. "You. you'll look after Miss Floyd, dr. Stanton? That's square?" The driver turned an amazed resent ill glance upon his questioner, his land on the rail. Hut. hardly aware vhy, he answered, however glacially. "Yes, sir." The reporter beamed at him, radiant. "1 knew it." lie called, above the oar and clang of the starting train. I knew it was all right." A dull gray sky arched above a mow-patched landscape, flurries of mow were in the harsh air. Stanton tat with unseeing eyes directed out he window, chin in hand, much as he lad found Floyd sitting in the west>ound train the night they started for ndianapolis. September sunlight. Ocober crimson and gold, nil gone. A delicate fragrance drifted around llm, there was the frou-frou of soft torments as some one took the sent . \ // i'J rjj!^ T fe's ^ %?? :h Blank Non-Recognition. acing him. Stanton looked up. and law Valerie Carlisle opposite, her dond fairness framed In dark velvets and furs, her amber eyes regardng him from beneath the shadow of ler wide plumed hut. (TO UK C? )NTI Nl'KI).) U. S. Dentistry Abroad. "An American at home, with or vithout toothache, is not much affect?fl hv tllA cltoi 'DnlnUoo ' ... ...? u.nn. * iniiirnn 1 ?t: I li I JS V ? > , >ut at sight of It In a foreign land he brills pleasurably," a traveler said 'Its lure Is not professional Kvery ooth in his head may be perfectly lound. yet if stranded and homesick >e welcomes tlint sign because all >ver Kurope It Is a sure Indication hat somewhere In the neighborhood Ives a citizen of the United States, "roin the northernmost towns of Norvay and Sweden to the boundaries of >nhnra the words "Painless dentistry' ire likely to hit you In the eye at the j nost unexpected turning. Usually hey are followed or preceded by American," but that qualifying term s entirely unnecessary." Increased Honors. Farmer Judklns (with newspaper) ? Vail, I swan! how that boy of 81 Faxin's Is gittln' along. Last year he vas made a furrln' ambassador, an' iow, by crlcWey, the paper says be"? i persona non grata. ! I NEW DOCK S This is the tirst photograph of the tobal, near the Atlantic terminus cf t Trinces^ Daughter of Engand's Royal House Lacks Vivacity. Queen Mary Will Not Allow Her to Make Debut Until She Reaches the Age of 18?Life She i-eaas at Home. London.? Knglish society has been interested lately in the question of | the coining out of her royal highness, the young l'rincess Mary. As the only (laughter of the king of Kngland it is natural that there should be much speculation as to her future prospects, and her name has already been coupled by matchmakers with those of several foreign royalties Princess Mary was sixteen years old on April 2t?. but Queen Mary has no in- j tention of introducing her daughter to the world as a grownup woman till after she is eighteen. As a matter of fact, the princess looks younger than ' her real age, and in mind and education she is younger, for though naturally she has had every educational advantage she has been brought up so! simply that in mind she remains somewhat undeveloped. To a certain extent she inherits her ! mother's shyness and lack of geniality. | Princess Mary. Queen Mary oven now will shod tears 1 | of sheer nervousness at the prospect | of receiving an ambassador and his | suite, though she will converse with | perfect aplomb. Intelligence and inter| est with a doctor at a large hospital. | ; or will present prizes in public to poor children with a charming little greet ! ing for each recipient in the view of j cheering thousands. Princess Mary's nervousness and want of savoir foire ( were exemplified not long ago when , i she had to be fitted for a dress ; Two dressmakers attended, and the , j young princess, after much thought I I and some hesitation, made a remark ( about the weather. Then, giving up the attempt to manufacture conversa- j tion, she occupied herself while alterj tlons were being made by busily pick- ] ing up the pins which had been < | dropped on the floor. I "1 thought It was better than ta|k- | Ing when I had nothing to say," she | told her governess, "and at any rate t it was useful." ; It Is Interesting to note that she In- ? herits some of the traits of her great ' grandmother. Queen Victoria. She has, ' N , % ,7 / 1 HED AT CRISTOBAL IS B immense steel dock shed constructed b he Panama canal, taken at the time of i NL\RY~16~ like her ancestress, no sense of humor, and in spite of the sensible upbringing of her parents has a considerable idea of her own importance. The writer can vouch for the following episode which happened at one of the large garden parties at llucklngham palace about two years ago. Princess Mary, dressed in a simple white dress, was allowed, rather as a favor, to mingle with the guests. Run- i ning up to a high rourt official whom she knew well, and who was In deep conversation with a member of the government, she pulled his coat sleeve several times to gain his attention. At last he turned and said courteously hut rather impatiently, "Run away. nitT muy, 1111 ousy now." The princess ran to her mother, who had observed the little sceno from a distance. ''Mother!" cried the indignant daughter, "Sir called me 'little lady' and told be to run away." "You had better go back to him, my dear," said the queen, "and tell him that though you are a princess, that you have yet to learn to be a little lady." l'rlncess Mary Is something of an autocrat among her brothers, nnd at Sandrlnghntn, the charming country I house of the king nnd queen in Norfolk. there Is sometimes a good deal of sparring and an exchange of much [ plainness of speech. Once when j games were being played with the ; children of the gamekeepers on the es- > tate, the princess in a fit of temper ' pushed one of her playmates into a 1 shallow pond and then ran away laughing. The Prince of Wales, then I about thirteen, was very angry with j his sister, and locked her up in a summer house. BULLET PROOF WOLF KILLED Old Whltey's Depredations Cost Rancher $50,000 in Past Five Years. Wheatland. W"o.-?Old Whltey, an unusually large gray wolf whose dep- i rod At ions huvo cost tho stockmen of this Boot Ion $f>(?.OftO during tho past j live years, was slain by George Koons ! on the Mertz ranch on the I>arainie plains. Old Whltey was probably the most running wild animal that ever oper | ated in southeast Wyoming. He sidestepped poisoned food and traps set out to oatoh hiin, while his fleetness 1 of foot carried him out of reach of Russian staghounds. He seemed bullet proof, for on many occasions ranchmen have heard the i thud of their bullets as they struck j bis hide, but he always got away un- | til this time. His hide Is scarred by j many bullet wounds and his feet and legs are knots of broken cords and muscles. Koons will obtain rewards of over $100 for tho capture of Old Whltey. REVEALS HIS DOUBLE LIFE Divorce Suit Shows Silk Salesman In New York Kept Up Two Homes. New York.?The successful suit for divorce brought by Mrs. Ada M. Clin nen against John J Clingen, a silk salesman, disclosed the fact that Clingen had maintained two establishments, i wmi a family in eacn The decree of 1 ilivorce was granted to the wife by Justice Tompkins of the supreme court ] lit White Plains. T'ntll last December Cllngen, it ap- < pears, lived with his wife, a son and i laughter In Claremont avenue. Then i It became known that he was maintain- | Ing another woman and two children < In a home in Cedarhurst, L. I. The < two children in Cedarhurst are very | young, while his son and daughter are i jach more than seventeen years old. < The name of the woman at Cedarhurst i was not given In the papers. j . DEDICATED IMRkkM *9 f? jE2 ^V gmMM ^^^^BUH9j?yp^S !KJ y the American government at Crisih dedication. COLLEGE MEN ARE PRAISED Major General Wood Says They Advance Rapidly In the Arts of War. Washington. ? College men , an showing the greatest enthusiasm for military life and have the making of excellent Boldlers. In tho opinion of Maj. Gen. Leonard Wood, on returning from tho maneuver camp at Gettysburg. He reported to this effect to Secretary Garrison, commending the progress being made by the students. Owing to the lack of time In the initial stages it was not possible to bocuro a large attendance of tho colle gians, but there are now 175 in camp iHF w ^*^5?' y/ N 1 \ - Mtfu,- " v \ w Jfb\ Maj. Gen. Leonard Wood. training with regular soldiers and receiving special lectures In military science from half a dozen war college officers. The students' enthusiasm, It is predicted, and their glowing reports will induce many of their college mates to participate in the encampment next year. Similar satisfactory reports have been received by tho war department from tho Presidio at Monterey.' A number of western college students are in camp there with the regulars during the school vacation periods. NEW YORK FILM LAW SIGNER Ordinance Safeguards Audiences In Moving Picture Theaters in Metropolis. New York.?Mayor Gaynor signed the new moving picture ordinance which was passed recently by the board of aldermen. The ordinance goes Into effect on Aug. 8. The new ordinance provides better safeguards for the patrons of moving picture theaters by laying down stringent requirements concerning the'construction and flreprooflng of thq buildings In which moving pictures are exhibited. The new regulation permits an Increase In the seating canae.ltv from the limit of 300 at the present time to 600, 20 per cent, of whom may be seated In the gallery, provided the building Is erected on a twenty-foot lot. The ordinance was passed after vlfc->rou8 opposition of the board of aldermen for many months, and repeated urging by the mayor. Many moving picture building projects have been delayed In anticipation of the Polks ordinance. The additional seating capacity allowed will be wjeVeotned by many exhibitors who up "to the present have been limited by the law to 100, but who have the room for