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-mtaa on Long Island near
city,
where Miss
Emily
Mew Yc
relative
of Ethan Ffrench,
Wrench,
manufacturer of .the celebrated “Mer
cury” automobllép loues her way. The
car has stopped and her cousin, Dick
Ffrench, Is too muddled with drink to
direct it aright. They meet another car
which Is run by a professional racer
named Lestrange. The latter fixes up
the Ffrench car and directs Miss Ffrench
how to proceed homeward.
CHAPTER fl.
It was a business consultation that
was being held In Mr. Ffrench's firelit
library, in spite of the presence of a
tea table and the young girl behind it
A consultation between the two part
ners who composed the Mercury Au
tomobile company, of whom the lesser
was speaking with a certain anecdotal
weight
"And he said he was losing too
much time on the turns; so the next
round he took the bend at 72 miles
an hour. He went over, of course.
The third car we’ve lost this year; I’m
glad the season's closed."
Emily Ffrench gave an exclamation,
her velvet eyes widening behind their
black lashes.
"But the driver! Was the poor
driver hurt, Mr. Bailey?”
"He wasn’t killed. Miss Emily,” an-
•wered Bailey, with a tinge of pensive
regret. He was a large, ruddy, white-
haired man, with the slow and care-
ful habit of speech sometimes found
in those who live much with massive
machinery. "No, he wasn’t killed; he’s
in the hospital. But he wrecked as
good a car as ever was built, through
sheer foolishness. It costs money."
Mr. Ffrench responded to the indl-
reet appeal with more than usui irrl-
Cation, bls level gray eyebrowi con-
tracting.
"We ought to have better drivers.
Why do you not get better men, Bai
J«y? You wanted to go into this rac
ing business; you said the cars need
ed advertising. My brother always at
tended to thatcslde of the factory af
fairs while he lived, with you as his
manager. Now it is altogether in your
.hands. Why do you not find a proper
driver?"
“Perhaps my hands are not used
to bolding so much,” mused Bailey un-
resentfully. "A man might be a good
manager, maybe, and weak as a part-
nor. It isn't the same job. But a
first-class driver isn’t easy to get, Mr.
Ffrench. There’s Delmar killed, and
(George tied up with another company,
and Dorian retired, all this last sea-
•on; and we don't want a foreigner.
There's only one man I like—”
"Well, get him. Pay him enough.”
Bailey hunched himself together
together and crossed bls legs.
"Yt , str. He's beaten our cars—
and others -every race lately, with
poorer machines. Just by sheer pretty
driving. He drives fast, yet he don’t
knock out his car. But there's a lot
after him—there's just one way we
could get him, und get him for keeps."
"And that?”
"He’s ambitious. He wants to get
Into something more solid than rac-
ng. If we offered to make him man-
He'd come and put some new
Ideas, maybe, into the factory, and
race our cars wherever we chose to
Unter them. 1 know him pretty well.”
The proposition was advanced tenta
tively. with the hesitation of one ven
turing In unknown places. But Ethan
Ffrench said nothing, his gray eyes
fixed on the hearth.
“He understands motor construc
tion and designing, and he's been with
big foreign firms,” Bailey resumed,
after waiting. “He'd be useful around;
1 can't be everywhere. What he'd do
for us In racing would help a whole
lot. It's very well to make a fine
standard car, but It needs advertising
to keep people remembering. And
snen like to say 'my machine Is the
Mm« as Lestrange won the cup race
with.’ They like It.”
"I don't know," said Mr. Ffrench
slowly, "that It is dignified for the
manager of the Mercury factory to
he a racing driver.”
"The Christine cars are driven by
the son of the man who makes them,"
was the response. "Some drive their
own.”
“The eon of the man who makes
them.” repeated the other. He turned
Ma face still more to the quivering
fire, hie always severe expression
hardening strangely and bitterly. "The
•on—"
Tbs girl rose to draw the crimson
curtains before the wlndsws and to
push an electric switch filling the
room with a subdued glew tn place of
the late afternoon graynesa. Her dell
cate face, as she regarded her unde,
«revealed most strongly its eharacteris-
tic over-earnestness and a sensitive
reflection of the moods of those
around her. Emily Ffrench’s child
hood had been passed in a Canadian
convent, and something of Its mysti
cism clung about her. As the cheer
ful change she had wrought flashed
over the room, Mr. Ffrench held out
his hand In a gesture of summons, so
that she came across to sit on the
broad arm of his chair during the rest
of the conference, her soft gaze rest-
ing on the third member.
"My adopted son and nephew hav-
Ing no such talents, we must do the
best we can," Mr. French stated, with
his most precise coldness. "Being
well born and well bred, he has no
taste for a mechanic’s labor or for cir
cus performances with automobiles in
public. Who is your man, Bailey?"
"Lestrange, sir. You must have
heard of him often."
“I never read racing news."
"I read ours." said Bailey darkly.
“We’ve been licked often enough b.y
him. And he’s straight—he's one of
the few men who'll stop at the grand
stand and lose time reporting a smash-
up and sending help around. Every
man on the track likes Darling Le
strange.’’
"Likes whom?"
Bailey flushed brick-red.
"I didn’t mean to call him that. He
signs himself D. Lestrange, and some
of them started reading it Darling,
joking because he was such a favorite
'
should have asked his, and I fancy
yours is fully as valuable. Come, shall
we have this racing manager?"
Astonished, she looked from her
uncle to the other man. And per-
haps It was the real anxiety and SUB
pense of Bailey’s expression that drew
her quick reply.
"Let us, uncle. Since we need him,
let us have him."
"Very well,” said Mr. Ffrench. "You
hear, Bailey."
There was a long silence after the
Junior partner’s withdrawal.
~“Come where I can see you. Em-
ily," her uncle finally demanded. “I
liked your decided answer a few mo-
ments ago; you can reason. How long
have you been a daughter in my
house?"
Six years," she responded, obedi-
ently moving to a low chair opposite
"I was fifteen when you took me from
the convent—to make me very, very
happy, dear."
"I sent for you when I sent for Dick,
and for the same reason. I have tried
three times to rear one of my name to
fitness to bear It, and each one has
failed except you. I wish you were a
man, Emily; there is work for a
Ffrench to do.".
"When you say that, I wish I were.
But—I’m not. I'm not.” She flung out
her slender, round arms in a gesture
of helpless resignation. “I'm not even
a strong-minded woman who might do
instead. Uncle Ethan, may I ask—it
was Mr. Bailey who made me think—
my cousin whom I never saw, will he
never come home?"
He voice faltered on the last words,
frightened at her own daring. But her
uncle answered evenly. If coldly:
“Never."
“He offended you so?"
"His whole life was an offense.
School, college, at home, in each he
went wrong. At twenty-one he left
me and married a woman from the
vaudeville stage. It Is not of him
you are to think, Emily, but of a sub
stitute for him. For that I designed
Dick; once I hoped you would marry
him and sober Uis Idleness.”
“Please, no,” she refused gently. "I
wi*'
It was characteristic that be offered
neither praise nor caress.
"You have relieved ray mind," said
Ethan Ffrench. and turned bls t^e
once more to the fire.
CHAPTER III.
It was October when the consults-
tion was held in the library of the
old Ffrench house on the Hudson;
December was very near on the sunny
morning that Emily drove out to the
factory and sought Bailey In bis of-
flee.
"I wanted to
1 talk with you." she n-
plained, as that gentleman rose to
receive her. "We have known each
other for a long time, Mr. Bailey;
ever since I came from the Sacred
Heart to live with Uncle Ethan. That
is a very long time."
“It’s a matter of five or six years,”
agreed the charmed Bailey, contem
plating her with affectionate pride In
her prettiness and grace. “You used
to drive out here with your pony and
spend many an hour looking on and
asking questions. You’ll excuse me,
Miss Emily, but there was many a
man passed the whisper that you’d
have made a fine master of the
works."
She shook her head, folding her
small gloved hands upon the edge of
the desk at the opposite sides of
which they were seated.
"At least I would have tried. I am
quite sure I would have tried. But I
am only a girl. I came to ask you
something regarding that," she lifted
her candid eyes to his, her soft color
rising. “Do you know—have you ever
met any men who cared and under
stood about such factories as this?
Men who could take charge of a busi
ness, the manufacturing and racing
and selling, like my uncles? I have a
reason for asking "
"Sure thing," said Bailey, unexpect
edly prompt "I’ve met one man who
knows how to handle this factory bet-
ter than I do, and I've been at it
twelve years. And there he is—" ha
turned in his revolving chair and
rolled up the shade covering the glass-
set door Into the next room, “my
manager, Lestrange."
The scene thus suddenly opened to
the startled Emily was sufficiently
matter-of-fact, yet not lacking in a
certain sober animation of its own.
Around a drafting table central in the
bare, systematic disorder of the apart
ment beyond, three or four blue-shlrt-
ed men were grouped, bending over
a set of drawings, which Lestrange
was explaining. Explaining with a
vivid Interest in his task that sparkled
over his clear face in a changing play
of expression almost mesmeric In its
The men
command of attention.
watched and listened Intently; they
themselves no common laborers, but
the intelligent workmen who were to
carry out the ideas here set forth
Wherever Lestrange bad been, he was
coatless and the sleeves of his outing
shirt were rolled back, leaving bare
the arms whose smooth symmetry re
vealed little of the racing driver's
strength; his thick brown hair was
rumpled Into boyish waves and across
his forehead a fine black streak
wrote of recent personal encounter
with things practical.
“Oh!” exclaimed Emily faintly. And
after a moment, “Close the curtail,
please.”
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Gift for Business.
"He Understands Motor Construction and Designing.
and because they liked him anyhow.
It’s just a nickname."
Emily laughed out Involuntarily, sur
prised.
"I beg pardon," she at once apolo
gised. “but it sounded so frivolous."
"If you try this man, you had bet
ter keep that nickname out of the fac
tory," Mr. Ffrench advised stiffly
"What respect could the workmen feel
for a manager with such a title? If
possible, you would do well to pre
vent them from recognising him as
the racing driver.”
Bailey, who had risen at the chime
of a clock, halted amased.
“Respect for him!” he echoed. "Not
recognise him! Why. there isn't a
man on the place who wouldn't give
his ears to be seen on the same side
of the street with lx>strange, let alone
to work under him. They do read the
racing news. That part of it will be
all right, •* I can have him."
"If It Is necesary—”
"I think it Is. sir."
Emily moved slightly, pushing back
her yellow-brown curls under the rib
bon that banded them. On a sudden
Impulse her uncle looked up at her.
"WhaA Is your opinion?" he ques
Honed. "If Dick bad been listening I
am fond of Dick, but—please,
"I am not asking It of you. He la
well enough, a good boj, not over
wise, but not what is needed here-
Failed, again; 1 am not fortunate.
There is left only you."
"Me?"
Her startled dark eyes and his de
termined gray ones met, and so re
mained.
"You, and your husband. Are you
going to marry a man who can take
my place in this business, in the fac
tory and the model village my brother
and I built around it; a man whose
name will be fit to Join with ours and
so in a fashion preserve It here? Will
you wait until such a one is found
and will you aid me to find him? Or
will you too follow selfish, idle fan-
ci es of your own?"
“No!" she answered, quite pale. "1
would not do that! 1 will try to help."
"You will take up the work the men
of your name refuse, you will provide
a substitute for them?"
Her earnestness sprang to meet bls
strength of will, she leaned nearer In
her enthteflasm of self-abnegatloa.
eaarcely understood.
"1 will find a substitute or accept
youre I. Indeed I will try not to fait”
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Changing Hues.
“You are in love with a blonde,” re
marked the fortune teller, “but after
you marry her, beware of a brunette
who—” “No danger,” remarked the
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Well Answered.
“Now, my little man,” an English
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Mary Broken Up.
Mary dropped her eyes on the floor
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laugh rose and fell, she dropped her
jaw and her voice broke.—Judge.
Willie's father conducts a boat rent
The Sinner and His Sin.
Ing business on the Jersey side of th»
One of the hardest lessons for us
Hudson.
to learn is how to distinguish between
“I'll give you a dollar If you’ll bafl a sinner and his sin, how to love the
out the boats, Willie,” said the father one and hate the other.—Christian
one morning after a rain.
Endeavor World.
•
There were 25 boats and Willie
wasn't keen, So he was non-commlt-
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tai. A little later his friend Albert
The principle of the double-bladed
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plane has been applied to safety ra-
l'll give you a quarter if you'll ball tors, so that the operator shaves with
out the boats," said Willie to
two blades at the same time.
bert
“Gee! What d’ye take me for?" ro-
Symbolism.
turned Albert as he surveyed the fleet
Symbolism
is all right if the thing
of rowboats. "It's worth 36 cents, any*
you have to say Is not worth saying
“Well, all right, 36 then.” said Wil in good, plain English.
lie.
Albert got busy and did the bailing,
while Willie looked on and. Tom Saw
yer-like, bossed the job.
The work done, Willie collected,
paid Albert and pocketed 65 cents.
"That boy’ll be a business man," re
marked the father to Willie's mother
later, but not in the boy's hearing. —
New York Herald.
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