YN0PSI3.
At the beginning of great automobile
race the mechanician of the Mercury,
Stanton's machine, drops dead. Strange
youth, Jesse Floyd, volunteers, and Is ac
cepted. In the rest during the twenty
tour hour rac Stanton meets a stranger.
Miss Carlisle, who Introduces herself..
CHAPTER II (Continued.)
"My fatter Is president of a tire
Company," she Idly remarked. "His
tires are being used on some of the
cars, the Mercury for one, I believe,
and he wanted to watch their testing
under use. 80, after a dinner engage
ment we could not escape, we mo
tored down here from the city. You
see I have not viewed much of the
race. I admit this does not look very
perilous and I am a bit disappointed.
I," again her short crystal laugh, "I
shall hope better things of the famous
Stanton; I want to admire him very
much. But I am detaining you, and
you were leaving! Every thanks for
your patience."
"Hardly leaving, since the twenty
four hour race is not six hours old,"
he corrected briefly. "I am glad to
have been of any use to you."
She returned his salute; then, upon
the cool Impulse of one accustomed to
doing as she chose, put her Question
directly:
"Ah I am Miss Carlisle; I would
like to know who has been good
enough to aid me In my ignorance."
"My name Is Stanton." he complied,
and went on.
From the shelter of the obscurity he
looked back. She had taken a step
forward Into the light and her veil
had slipped aside as she gazed after
blm with an expression of acute and
eager Interest She could not have
been older than twenty-four or Ave,
with a finely cut, beautiful face
framed in waves of fair hair.
Floyd was sitting on a camp-stool
outside the tent, chatting with a
group of men, when Stanton returned.
The rest had brought back the mech
anician's color and animation; in fact,
he looked ridiculously young and Ir
responsible. But he sprang up read
ily at the driver's nod.
"Time?" he asked, his, gray eyes
like burnished steel.
"Yes," Stanton confirmed. And to
the nearest man: "Bring In the car."
There was an obedient commotion.
8everal men ran to flag the other
driver; Floyd caught up goggles and
cap, and knelt to tighten a legging
trap. As Stanton made his own prep
arations, Mr. Green bustled up to him.
"We're leading," be reminded su
perfluously. "There Isn't, really, any
need for extra fast work, etanton."
Stanton snapped a buckle, saying
nothing.
"I telephoned to the office and told
Rupert he needn't come. I told him
that you had a new man."
, "Well?"
"He said, 'Poor mut."'
The driver straightened to his full
height, his firm dark face locking to
bronze inflexibility.
"You had better report his sympa
thy to Floyd, whom It's meant for," he
advised hardly. "I'm not interested.
If the company doesn't like the way I
drive, let them get some one In my
place; but while I do drive the car, I
drive, and not Rupert or Floyd, or
any one else. I'll neither take risks
nor shirk them to order."
The assistant manager choked,
speechless. He had no way of know
ing why Stanton flashed a sullen
glancs toward the row of automobiles
before the grand-stand, or who was
meant by that "any one else." Mean
while, he was Intractable, he was In
subordinate, and he was obstinate
but he was Stanton.
The Mercury rolled in, the two men
climbed from their seats, and there
was a momentary delay for tank Ail
ing. Stanton took his place, experi
mentally speeding and retarding his
motor while he waited for the work
men to finish.
"Stop a minute while I fix the car
buretor," requested Floyd, from be
side the machine. "It's colder late
at night like this. Wait, you've
dropped your glove."
Stanton silenced the engine. Some
thing In the fresh voice, the boyish
grace of the slight figure, the ready
courtesy of the act, stirred him with a
strange sensation and pricking shame
at his own brutality. "Poor mut," a
whisper repeated to his inner ear.
When Floyd offered the gauntlet, the
other dropped a band upon his shoul
der.
"Are you riding with me because
ou want the money badly enough to
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chance anything," Stanton demanded
harshly, "or because you are willing
to trust my driving?"
Taken by surprise, open astonish
ment crossed the younger man's face,
but his eyes did not flinch from the
ones behind the goggle's.
MI think you're the best driver on
the track," came the steady answer.
"And I'd rather trust myself to your
recklessness than to some one else's
mistakes, If you want to know. I
guess you can steer straight enough
for both of us."
Stanton's hand relaxed Its hold.
"Go fix your carburetor. Yes, I can
steer straight."
Again the blue-black eyes flashed
sneering defiance toward the grand
stand; for the moment. Miss Car
lisle's hope of witnessing desperate
feats by the Mercury car seemed far
from realization. ,
But the Mercury bad not circled the
mile oval four times when the Duplex,
its choked feed-pipe cleared at last.
burst from the paddock with Its mas
ter driver at the wheel and bent on
the recovery of lost time. The Mer
cury was on the back stretch of
track, running casually near sixty
miles at the moment.
"Car comin'," Floyd cautioned sud
denly.
Stanton raised his head, alert a frac
tional second too late, and his closest
rival shot past him, roaring down the
white path. It was too much; Floyd
and Miss Carlisle sank out of memory
together, as Stanton reached for
throttle and spark. The Mercury
snarled and leaped like a startled cat
The dull period was over.
The Mercury car was slightly the
faster, but the Duplex held the Inside
line, and the difference between' the
drivers was not in skill so much as In
daredeviltry. Slower machines kept
conservatively out of the way as the
dangerous rivals fought out their
speed-battle. Three times Stanton
hunted the Duplex around the track,
gaining on each lap, until the last cir
cuit. was made with the cars side by
side, a flaming team. The spectators,
scanty at this hour before dawn, rose,
applauding and cheering, as the two
passed again, still clinging togefher.
But gradually It became evident
that Stanton, who held the outside,
was steadily crowding the Duplex
toward the paddock fence. Nor could
the Duplex defend Itself from the ma
neuver which must ultimately force it
to fall behind at one of the turns or
accept destruction by collision. The
machines were bo close that a swerve
on the part of either, the blow-out of
a tire or a catch In the ruts cut In
the track at certain points, meant un
gentle death. Mercilessly, gradually,
Stanton pressed his perilous advan
tage. And at the crucial moment he
heard a low, exultant laugh.
"Cut him closer!" urged his mech
anician's eager, excited accents at his
ear. "We'll get him on this turn-
he's weakenln' Cut him close!"
The comrade triumph came to Stan
ton as an unaccustomed cordial. They
were passing the grand-stand, Just
ahead lay the worst curve.
It was partly reputation which won.
If the Duplex had held Arm, the Mer
cury must in self-preservation have
yielded room. But the driver knew
Stanton, guessed him capable of
wrecking both by obstinate persist
ence in "attack, and dared not meet
the Issue. There came the gun-like
reports of a shut-off motor, the Du
plex slackened Its furious pace, and
Stanton hurtled past him on the turn
itself, lurching across the ruts, and
led the way down the track. (
The witnesses in stands and pad
dock went frantic. Floyd pumped oil.
Stanton snatched a glance at the min
iature watch strapped on his wrist,
over his glove, and slightly reduced
speed. The maneuver had been suc
cessful, but the driver knew that It
might have called down upon him the
Judges' Just censure and have sent him
from the track, disqualified.
The number of laps steadily grew
on the bulletin register. A faint, dull
light overspread the sky, the fore
runner the early summer dawn. At
four o'clock the Mercury unexpected
ly blew out a tire, reeling across to
the fence line from the shock and the
Jar of sharply applied brakes. Stanton
said something, and sent his car limp
ing cautiously around to the camp
where its repairers stood ready,
Floyd slid out of his hard, narrow
seat rather stiffly. The cold grayness
was bright enough now to show the
streaks of grimy dust and oil wher
ever the masks had failed to protect
the men's faces, and the effects of fa
tigue and strain of watching. Stanton ?
looked for the .Inevitable pitcher of
water, but found himself confronted
Instead with a grinning, admiringly
awed messenger boy who held out a
cluster of heavy purple Aowers.
"What?" marveled the disgusted
driver. "What Idiotic trick"
"For Mr. Stanton, sir," deferential
ly Insisted the boy; who would have
addressed the president as "bo," and
gibed at the czar.
Stanton caught the blossoms rough
ly, anticipating a practical Joke from
some fun-loving fellow-competitor, and
saw a white card dangling by a bit
of ribbon.
"Thank you," he read In careless
penciling. "I have no laurel wreaths
here, so send the victor of the hour
my corsage bouquet"
She bad had the imprudence, or the
cool disregard of comment, to use one
of her own cards. Valerie Atherton
Carlisle, the name was engraved
across the heavy pasteboard.
She had thought that wild duel with
the Duplex was an exhibition given
for her, that at her wanton whim he had
Jeopardized four lives, ne his own.
With a strong exclamation of con
tempt Stanton moved to fling the flow
ers aside to the path before the Mer
cury's wheels, then checked himself,
remembering appearances. The or
chids curled limply around his warm
fingers; suddenly the magnificent ar
rogance of this girl struck him with
angry humor, and he laughed shortly.
"Throw them in the tent, Blake." he
requested, tossing the bouquet to one
of the men. "They'll wither fast
enough."
The new tire was on. As Stanton
turned to his machine, after tearing
the card to unreadable fragments, he
saw Floyd watching him with curious
intentness.
A raw, wet mist had commenced to
roll in from the near-by ocean. The
promise of dawn 'was recalled, a dull
obscurity closed over the motordrome,
leaving even the search-lighted path
dim. The cars rushed on steadily.
The night had been singularly free
from accidents. Only one machine
had been actually wrecked, although
three had been withdrawn from the
contest The officials in the Judges'
stand were congratulating one an
other, at the moment when the second
disaster occurred.
The mist had grown thicker, in the
lights a dazzling silver curtain before
men's eyes, and the track had been
worn to deep grooves at the turns.
The Mercury was sweeping past the
grand-stand, when one of the . two
slower cars, being overtaken, slipped
its driver's control, caught in a foot
deep rut, and swerved crashing Into
the machine next it Twice over It
rolled, splintering t slckeningly,. but
flinging both of Its men clear of the
wreck. The car struck, plunged on
around the curve Into the mist, ap
parently unhurt.
Out across the damp dusk pierced
the shriek of the klaxon, mingled with
the cry of the people and the tinkle of
the hospital telephone. Stanton,
swinging wide to avoid . the pitiful
wreckage, kept on his course.
"Stop!" Floyd shouted Imperatively
beside him. "Stop, Stanton, stop!"
Stanton sped on, disregarding what
he supposed was a novice's nervous
sympathy. He could not aid the
stunned men lying on the track, and
one glance had told him that they
could be safely passed; as indeed they
had been.
"Stop!" the command rang again;
and as Stanton merely shook his
"For Mr. Stanton," the Boy Insisted.
head with impatient annoyance, the
mechanician swiftly stooped forward.
The motor slackened oddly. Before
the astounded driver had time to grasp
the situation, the power died from
under his bands and the car was only
carried forward by its own momen
tum. Automatically he Jammed down
the brakes and turned In his seat to
confront his companion In a wrathful
amazement choking , speech. Floyd
faced him, even his lips white beneath
his mask, but with steadfast eyes.
"I know," be forestalled the tem
pest. "You've got the right to put
me off the car-I threw your switch.
I've got nothing to say. But the mist
lifted and I saw what lay ahead."
What lay ahend? The klaxon was
shrieking madly, from all around the
track came the sound of halting cars.
The rising wind pushed along the fog
walls again, and they opened to reveal
the second machine of the late acci
dent, not twenty-five feet ahead, a
tilted, motionless heap. After tb
collision it had staggered this far.
go down with a broken rear axle and
two lost rear wheels. Its men wer
still in their seats unhurt
There was an Instant of sllenen Th
avoided disaster was no excuse for the
mechanician s Interference, nor did
Floyd offer it as such, well iw
that his driver was perfectly Justified
in any course he chose to take. There
can be but one pilot at any wheel.
"Since I suppose you are not equal
to cranking a ninety Mercury, you
had better fix the spark and gas while
I start It," dryly suggested Stanton
"And never do that again."
He stepped out and went to the
front of his car, seizing the crank
and starting the big motor with an ex
ertion of superb strength which would
Indeed have been Impossible to the
slender Floyd. When he retook his
seat, the mechanician made his equal
ly laconic apology and acknowledg
ment of error.
"I never will," Floyd gave his word.
The wind shook the mist more
strongly, streamers of pink and gold
trembled across the sky. The day had
commenced.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
GAVE OF SURPLUS WEALTH
Rich Men In Other Days Lavish In
Their Donations to Their Fa
vorite Cities.
"Many a man who has Inherited mil
lions," once said Frederic Harrison,
"is gnawed with envy as be watches
a practical man turning an honest
penny. How he would like to earn an
honest penny! He never did; he nev
er will; and he feels like a dyspeptic
invalid watching a hearty beggar en
Joying a bone or a crust Many a
rich man Is capable of better things;
but he does not know how to begin!"
The ancient law suggests a restoration
of the liturgies, the public services ol
rich men as they were organized in
the model Greek republics. "At Ath
ens the liturgies were legal and con
stitutional offices Imposed periodically
and according to a regular order by
each local community on citizens rat
ed as having capital of more than a
given amount ... It always re
mained a public office, a duty to be
nnea ty taste, skill, personal effort
and public plrlt Rich men contend
ed for the office. The chief ambition
of a rich man came to be that of mak
ing splendid gifts to his fellow citi
zens, and theaters, stadiums, colon
nades, aqueducts, gardens, libraries.
museums, pictures, statues all were
snowerea upon favorite cities by
wealthy men who possessed or covet
ed the name of citizen." A' few mul
timillionaires in our American rpnuh.
11c have made nubile benefaction.
May their tribe Increase! The gift
or a public hospital or a school build
ing is always In order. The Christian
Herald.
Ruins of Immense Age.
Prof. Hiram Bingham, director 01
the Yale expedition to Peru, reports
among the archaeological discoveries
a number of Inca or pre-Inca cltleB, in
cluding Macchu Ptchu, a city probably
built by the "megallthic race" which
preceded the Incas. The ruins are on
an almost inaccessible ridge, two
thousand feet above the Urubamba
river. They are of great beauty and
magnificence, and Include palaces,
baths, temples and about 150 houses.
Carefully cut blocks of white granite,
some of them twelve feet long, were
used in the construction of the walls.
Fireman's Unique Wedding.
A fireman's wedding in a burnt-ou'i
church is certainly something of a nov
elty. Such a wedding has Just takes
place In the chancel of St George's,
Leicester, the greater part of the
building having been destroyed by Arc
last year. It was the first flreman'i
wedding In Leicester, and the bride
groom's colleague, formed a guard ol
honor and arranged an arch of axes.
etc., under which the bride and bride
groom passed out after the ceremony
Fireman Sturges, the bridegroom, wai
among those who fought the flames at
St. George's last October. London Tit
Bits.
Gift Declined.
The wayfarer asked for old clothes
"I have none," said the head of the
house.
"Not even an old pair of shoes?"
"No; but here Is an old automobile
you may have."
Thanks, boss, but I have enough
trouble supplying my own wants, with
out Degging gasoline from door to
door." Louisville Courier- Journal
Leaning Tower's 8ecret.
The Leaning Tower of Pisa Is In no
dnnger of falling. For over eight hun
dred years It has been Inclined to one
side, but it Is said to be as sare to
day as when It wns built. This is be
cause the workmen found It settling
to one side while they were erecting
It. so the tower was mode accord'
ingly.
Just 80.
"The bridegroom is a ploasnnt mat
he has that certain something '
"I'd rather have a man with some
thing certain." Satlro.
BABIES SOLD FOR $5.00
CINCINNATI INVESTIGATOR SAYS
CHILDREN FIND A MARKET.
Declares Infants Supposed to Be Deao
Are Disposed of Outright Through
"Farms" Each Establishment
Has Woman Agent
Cincinnati. Discovery of the alleged
wholesale selling of babies at prices
ranging from $5 to $100 is the latest
development In the war on baby
"farms," headed by R. A. Longman,
of the Children's Home, last year's
president of the state conference of
charities.
Information in the case of Nora Da
vis appeared to show that her baby,
which bad been born in a hospital,
was not dead as she had been notified,
but Bold. Habeas corpus papers have
been drawn up to gain possession of
the child.
For a long time the mother believed
her baby was dead. She says she was
told so at the maternity home. The
habeas corpus suit will be directed
against the woman conducting the
place. The mother has reason now
to believe that the child did not die,
but was disposed of through a baby
'farm" operated by a negro woman.
The girl's case will be used in open
ing a war against baby farms, Long
man declared. The mother will be
backed by the Children's Home and
the health department Longman and
Health Officer Landls have been mak
ing a secret investigation for weeks.
"There are three baby 'farms' in
Cincinnati that we know of," Long
man said. "Our efforts will be direct
ed against their operation."
Babies are sold outright through
these "farms" It is declared. Each of
the establishments has a woman agent
who goes about the country. In small
towns she advertises that .she bas or
phan children "for sale." She never
has any trouble of meeting buyers.
No less than twenty babies, born In
Cincinnati maternity homes, have
been disposed of in this way, Long
man says.
The mother who Is to sue says the
only sight she ever had of her baby
was when the cover of the bed was
pulled back and some one said, "look!"
She looked Just once at the little face,
and then, she says, someone else took
the child away to be burled, they told
her.
Attorney Eugene Adler, who was the
author of a legislative bill to regulate
baby "farms," will conduct the case of
the mother.
CONVICT'S HEAD TO SCIENCE
Life Prisoner In Nebraska State Peni
tentiary Makes Will Leaving
Brain to Doctor.
Lincoln, Neb. Charles Marly, the
Knoxvllle, Mo., convict recently given
a life sentence for murdering Warden
Delahunty of the state penitentiary,
has made a will in which he' be
queathes his head and brains to Dr.
M. G. Welch, the assistant prison phys
ician. Marly carries a bullet In his
head, received in a fight in Kansas
City a few years ago, and It is for the
advancement of science that he desires
Dr. Welch to have his head. The will
follows:
LANCASTER, Neb., May 20. 1912.-to
Whom It may concern this Is to certify
that I the under signed, Chas. a. Marly,
being Of sound mind does on this the
20th day of may (1912) Will and Bequeathe
to one III. Glfford Welch M. D. my head
and brains after death on conditions that
he the nld ni. glrlord Welch remove the
TSullet from the Brains and dissect the
said Brain the knowledge gained therein
to be used for the Benefit of the medical
profession and the advancement of the
same. Witness my signature, Chas. A.
Marly.
While Marly was waiting to hear the
verdict of the Jury he told the doctor
that it he was hanged he wanted the
doctor to have his head and cut it up
to And out bow the bullet affected him.
After he saw the doctor, when the Jury
had fixed his punishment at life im
prisonment, be said:
"Cheer up, doc; 111 write out my
will anyway."
A few days ago he made his will.
"I used to know something about
law," Marly said, "and I have been
careful to put in this legal phraseol
ogy. How did I get that bullet in my
head? A man in Kansas City had a
quarrel with a friend of mine, and one
day as I was walking on the street he
shot me. I don't know whether he
mistook me for the other fellow or
whether he had a grudge against me.
The bullet hit me In the eyebrow. It
split. One piece lodged under ) my
right eye and the other near the back
of the right ear, and both pieces are
there yet. I lost the sight of my right
eye and am still blind In it. But I
don't expect to die very soon."
Cat In Box 8eat.
New York. Wearing a crown anil
an ermine robe and eating cakes be
tween acts, King Edward VIII., a cat
occupied a box seat in the Republlo
theater with Mrs. Alfred Brooks.