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About Lincoln County leader. (Toledo, Lincoln County, Or.) 1893-1987 | View Entire Issue (Feb. 7, 1913)
C AUTHOR OF TilC cofiyfayr 90 sr oaosi-Sfrriit ax IS SYNOPSIS. Tha story open on Long Inland, near New York city, where Miss Emily Ffrench, a relative of Ethan Ffrench. manufacturer of the celebrated "Mer cury" automobile, loeea her way. The car hat stopped and her cousin, Dick Ffrench, Is too muddled wt(h drink to direct It aright. They meet another car which ts run by a professional racer named Leetrange. The latter Axes up the Ffrench car and directs Miss Ffrench now to proceed homeward. Ethan Ffrench has disinherited his son, who has disappeared. He Informs Emily plainly that he would like to have her marry Dick, who la a good-natured but Irresponsible fellow. It appears that a partner of Ethan Ffrench wanting an ex pert to race with the "Mercury" at auto vents, has engaged Lestrange, and at the Ffrench factory Emily encounters the young man. They refer pleasantly to their meeting when Dick comes along and recognises the young racer. Dick likes the way Lestrange Ignores their first meeting when he appeared to a disad vantage. Lestrange tells Emily that he will try to educate her Indifferent cousin as an automobile expert. Dick under takes his business schooling under the tutelage of Lestrange. Dick Is sheer grit, and In making a test race meets with an accident. Lestrange meets Emily In the moonlit garden of the Ffrench home. Under an Impulse he cannot control he kisses her and she leaves him, confessing In her own heart that she returns his love. The uncle of Emily, learning of her attachment to Lestrange, Informs her that the man Is his disbarred son. whom she has never seen before being adopted by him. He claims thst his son ran awsy with a dissolute actress, refuses to ac knowledge him. and orders Emily to think of Dick as her future husband. CHAPTER VIII. Biz o'clock was the hour set for the tart of the Beach race. And It was Just seventeen minutes past five when Dick Ffrench, banging In a frenzy of anxiety over the paddock fence circling the Inside of the mile oval, uttered something resembling a bowl and rushed to the gate to signal big recreant driver. From the oppo site side of the track Lestrange waved gay return, making his way through the officials and friends who pressed around hlro to shake hands or slap bis shoulder caressingly. Jesting and questioning, railing directions and ad vice. A brass band played noisily in the grand-stand, where the crowd heaved and surged; the racing ma chines were roaring in their camps. "What's the matter? Where were you?" cried Dick, when at last Le strange crossed the course to the cen tral field. "The cars are going out now for the preliminary run. Rupert's nearly crazy, snarling r.t everybody, and the other man has been getting ready to start Instead of you." ' "Well, be can get unready," smiled Lestrange. "Keep cool, Ffrench; I've got half an hour and I could start now. I'm ready." ' He was ready; clad In the close-fitting kbakl costume whose Immaculate daintiness gave no hint of the cer tainty that before the first six hours ended It would be a wreck of yellow dust and oil. As be paused In run ning an appraising glance down the street-like row of tents, the white clothed driver of a spotless white car shot out on his way to the track, but baited opposite tbe latest arrival to stretch a cordial hand. I "I hoped a trolley car 'had bitten you," he shouted. "The rest of us would have more show If you got lost on the way. Darling." , Tbe boyish driver at tbe next tent looked up as tbey passed, and came grinning over to give bis clasp. "Get a move on; what you been do In' all day, dear child T They've been glvtn' your manager sal volatile to bold him still." Ha nodded at tbe agi tated Dick In ironic commiseration. "Go get out you- car, parting; I want to beat you," chaffed the next In line. " 'Strike up tbe band, bere comes a driver,' " sang another, with an en trancing French accent Laughing, retorting, shaking bands with each comrade rival, Lestrange went down tbe row to bis own tent At his approach a swarm of mechanics from the factory stood back from the long, low, gray car, the driver who was to relieve him during the night and day ordeal slipped down from tbe eat and unmaBked. "He's bere," announced Dick super fluously. "Rupert Where's Rupert? Don't tell me he's gone now! Le strange" But Rupert was already emerging from the tent with Lestrange's gaunt lets and cap, his expression a study In tbe sardonic. "It hurts me fierce to think how you . must have hurried, he observed. "Did you walk both ways, or only all three? Im no Eve, but I'd give a snake an apple to know where you've been all day." "Would you?" queried Lestrange provoklngly, clasping the goggles be fore his eyes. "Well, I've spent tbe last two hours on the Coney Island m GAME AND THE CAflDLCj beach, about three squares from here, watching the kiddles play In the sand. I didn't feel like driving Just then. It was mighty soothing, too." Rupert stared at him. . a dry un willing smile slowly crinkling bis dark face. "Maybe, Darling," be drawled, and turned to make bis own preparations. Fascinated and useless, Dick looked on at the methodical flurry of the next few moments; until Lestrange was In his seat rnd Rupert swung In beside blm. Then a gesture summoned him to the side of the machine. "I'll run In again before we race, of course," said Lestrange to blm, above tbe deafening noise of the mo tor. "Be around here; I want to see you." Rupert leaned out, all good-humor once more as be pointed to the ma chine. 'Got a healthy talk, what?" he ex ulted. Tbe car darted forward. A long round of applause welcomed Lestrange's swooping advent on the track. Handkerchiefs and scarfs were waved; bis name passed from moutn to mouth. 'Popular, ain't be?" chuckled a me- "Water," He chanlo next to Dick. 'They dont for get that Georgia trick, no, sir." It was not many times - that - the cars could circle the track. Quarter of six blew from whistles and klax ons, signal flags sent the cars to their camps for the last time before tbe race. "Coma bere," Lestrange beckoned to Dick, as be brought his machine shuddering to a standstill before the tent "Here, close we've got a mo ment while they fill tanks." He unhooked his goggles and leaned over as Dick came beside the wheel, the face so revealed bright and quiet In the sunset of glow, "One never can tell what may' bap pen," he said. "I'd rather tell you now than cbancu your feeling after ward that I didn't treat you quite squarely in keeping still. I hope you won't take It Is my father did; we've been good chums, you and L I am your cousin, David Ffrench." Tbe moment furnished no words. Dick leaned against the car, absolute ly limp. "Of course, I'm not going back to Ftrenchwood. After this race 1 shall go to the Duplex company; I used to be with tbem and they've wanted me back. Your company can get along without me, now all is running well Indeed, Mr. Ffrench has dismissed me." His firm Up bent a little more firmly. "Tbe work 1 was doing la in your hands and Bailey's; see it through. Unless yon too want to break off with me, well have more time to talk over this." "Break off!" Dick straightened bis chubby figure. "Break off with you. Les " "Go on. My name la Lestrange now and always." A shrlei: from the official klaxon summoned the racers. Rupert swung back to bis seat Dick reached up 'his hand to the other In the first really dignified moment of bis Ufa "I'm glad you're my kin, Lestrange." be said. "I've liked you anyhow, but I'm glad. Just the same. And I don't care what rot they say of you. Take care of yourself." Lestrange bared bis band to return the clasp, his warm smile flashing to bis cousin; then the swirl of prepara tion swept between tbem and Dick next saw blm as part of one of the throbbing, flaming row of machines before the Judges' stand. It was not a tranqulllzlng experi ence for an amateur to witness the start, when the fourteen powerful cars sprang simultaneously for the first curve, struggling for possession of tbe narrow track In a wheel to wheel con test where one mlstouch meant tbe wreck of many. After that first view, Dick sat weakly down on an oil barrel and watched tbe race In a state of fascinated endurance. The golden and violet sunset melted pearl-like Into the black cup of night. Tbe glare of many searchlights made the track a glistening band of white, around which circled the cars, them selves gemmed with white and crim son lamps. Tbe cheers of the peo ple as tbe lead was taken by one fa vorite or another, the bum of voices, tbe music and uproar of the machines blended into a web of sound Indescrib able. The spectacle was at once ul- Demanded Tersely. tramodern and classlo In antiquity of conception. At eight- o'clock Lestrange-came fly ing in, sent off the track to have lamp relighted. "Water," be demanded tersely. In the sixty seconds of the stop, and laughed openly at Dlck'a expression while be took the cup. "Why didn't you light It out there?" asked the novice. Infected by the speed fever around him. "Forgot our matches," Rupert flung over his shoulder, as they dashed out again. An oil-smeared mechanic patroniz ingly explained: "You can't have cars manicuring all over tbe track and people tripping over 'em. You get sent off to light up, and If you don't go they fine you laps made." Machines darted In and out from their camps at Intervals, each waking a frenzy of excitement among Its men. At ten o'clock tbe Meroury car came In again, this time limping with a flat tire, to be fallen on by Its mechanics. "We're leading, but we'll lose by this," said Lestrange, slipping out to relax, and meditatively contemplating tbe alternate driver, who was standing across the camp. "Ffrench, at twelve I'll have to come In to rest some, and turn my machine over to the other mam And I won't have blm wrecking It for me. I want you, as owner, to give blm absolute orders to do oo speeding; let blm hold a fifty-two mile an hour average until I take the wheel again." . "Me?" "I can't do It Tou, of course." "You could." Dick answered. "I've been thinking how you and I will' run that factory together. It's all stuff about your going away why should you? You and your father take me as Junior partner, you know I'm not big enough for anything else." "You're man's size," Lestrange as sured, a band on bis shoulder. "But It won't do. I'll not forget tbe offer, though, never." "All onl" a dozen voices signaled; men scattered In every direction as .Lestrange sprang to his place. Tbe hours passed on the wheels of excitement and suspense. Wben Le strange came in again, only a watch convinced Dick that It was midnight "You gave tbe order?" Lestrange asked. "Yes." He descended, taking off his mask and showing a face white with fa tigue under the streaks of dust and grime. "IH be all right In half an hour," be nodded. In answer to Dick's excla mation. "Send one of the boys for coffee, will you, please? Rupert needs some, too. Here, one of you others, ask one of those Idle doctor's appren tices to come over with a fresh band age; my arm's a trifle untidy." In fact his right sleeve was wet and red, where the strain of driving had reopened the Injury of the day be fore. But he would not allow Dick to speak of It "I'm going to spend an hour or two resting. Come In, Ffrench, and we'll chat In the Intervals, If you like." "And Rupert? Where's he?" Dick wondered, peering Into the dark with a vague Impression of lurking dangers on every side. "He's hurried In out of the night air," reassured familiar accents; a small figure lounged across into the light, making vigorous use of a drip ping towel. "Tell Darling I feel faint and I'm going over to that grand stand cafe a la car to get some pie. I'll be back In time to read over my last lesson from the chauffeur's corre spondence school Oh, see what's here!" A telegraph messenger boy bad come up to Dick. "Richard Ffrench?" he verified. "Sign, please." The message was from New York, "All coining down.V Dick read. "Lim ousine making delay. Wire me at St Royal of race. Bailey." Far from pleased, young Ffrench hurriedly wrote the desired answer and gave It to tbe boy to be sent But he thrust tbe yellow envelope Into his pocket before turning to tbe tent where Lestrange was drinking cheap black coffee while an Impatient young surgeon hovered near. The hour's rest was characteristics! ly spent Washed, bandaged, and re freshed, Lestrange dropped on a cot In the back of tbe lent and pushed a roll of motor garments beneath his head for a pillow. There he Intermit tently spoke to his companion of what ever tbe moment suggested; listening to every sound of the race and Inter BperBlng acute comment, starting up whenever the voice of his own ma chine hinted that th,e driver was dis obeying Instructions or the shrill klax on gave warning of trouble. But through It all Dick gathered much of the family story. (TO BE CONTINUED.) Preserve Us From Jealousy. I have often wondered whv tha lit. any did not Include a prayer for pres ervation irom jealousy. Undoubtedly of all tbe terrors that walk by night or br noonday, jealousy is ona nf the most destructive. Jealousy of a petty una Is less common among women than It used to be. though, atrana-ni nough, It seems to be Increasing among men. Some women are Jeal ous of every attribute possessed by others beauty, social success, wit charm, or character. Often, too, there Is a certain type who love to think tbat other women are Jealous of her. It la an obsession with ber. She may be disagreeable, selfish, conceited, and Irritating, yet It never occurs to ber to attribute her unpopularity to that cause. Jealousy ana Jealousy only, she Is firmly con vinced, lies at the root of tbe other woman's dislikes. This sneciea of femininity Is happily dying out Tbe modern woman of fascination ts as popular with women as with men, and takes no delight In arousing Jeal ousy In another line. She Is well aware that popularity with her own sex Is an important point to gain. Chicago Tribune. Which? Bacon Did you ever notice how long a woman Is In coming to a point? Egbert Well, do you mean wben she is telling a story or sharpening a lead pencil? Yonkers Statesman. Hard to Get Rid of Pest Japan has adopted various devices for getting lid of files, but finds them a great pest, nevertheless. COMFORT IN KITCHEN MODERN INNOVATIONS DO AWAY WITH MUCH LABOR. Time-Saving Appliances Have Been Introduced and Become General Flreless Cook 8tove Provee Genuine Boon. Nowadays the men who make things have turned their attention to providing the home, and especially the kitchen, with as efficient labor and time saving appliances and tools as n up-to-date factory can boast The modern kitchen can be a thing of beauty and a Joy even to the woman who works in it, so great have been the Improvements made. Take, for Instance, the evolution of the flreless cook Btove, a miracle work ing contrivance which banishes heat, iteam, smells and standing over the stove watching the slow, tedious cook ing process. 'Lined with seamless aluminum, rust proof, tarnish proof and durable uten sils to use with it, and a cunningly contrived steam valve attachment which allows the roasting of meats and fowls, the baking of bread and pies, as well as boiling and stewing. It Is Indeed a wonderful convenience. All that Is necessary is to heat the Boapstone radiators either on a gas or electrlo stove. Then the food. meats, vegetables, or whatever Is to be cooked cooks Just as It is. and it Is forgotten until the clock says it should be done. It probably Isn't known that every branch and variety of the cooking art can be successfully employed with the nreless cook stove. The earlier models of these cook ers showed a very cumbersome box that took up a lot of space In a small kitchen, but they have now been re duced to occupy wnste space, and some of the later designs show them swinging on hlngea under the kitchen table, where they may be pushed out of Bight and out of the way while the rest of the menl Is being prepared. 'Another Innovation for kitchen effi ciency is a porcelain table with round ed corners and edges, which Is seam less, unbreakable and unchippabla, and at once becomes a molding board for pie baking or a meat board or bread board for cooking and slicing. This is far superior to the old wood en table tops which became the "catch all" for grease and other Bubstances, owing to the Burface being scored Irom knife blades while preparing meals. The best thing of all about a kitchen table of this kind Is that It can be kept spotlessly clean really hygienic ally clean by wiping off with a hot wet cloth. 8quash Pie Without Eggs. Use dry squash (the hubbard or others of same quality). Cut in suit able pieces and cook In a steamer only Just long enough to soften so it can be pressed through a sieve. Too long cooking will make It watery and spoil It for a pie. Now heat milk to the boiling point only and turn Imme diately on the strained squash using Just enough to make a thick mixture much thicker than when eggs are used. Add salt and sugar to taste; fla vor with ginger or pure extract of lem on Is good for a change. In deep plates this pie will take an hour fot baking. Remove from oven wben II ceases to bubble In center. Oven should be quite hot Stock Pot Handy. The stock pot Is the mainspring ol a well-managed kitchen. In It should be collected bones, poultry, carcasses, trimmings and vegetables, for any scrap Is welcome. A piece of sbln beef may sometimes be added for ex tra strength. There will be no lack of soup, gravy and sauces If this li kept constantly going; It is the foun dation for tbem alt Italian Celery Soup. Melt two rounding tablspoons of butter In a saucepan; add a small on ion sliced and two cups of celery cut line. Cook together until beginning to i yellow, cover with water and cook the celery until soft Press through a sieve and add two cups of cream. Beat the yolks of two eggs with a tablespoonful of milk; add to the soup, carefully keeping It under tbe boiling point Serve the soup with croutons and grate a little Parmesan cheese over the top tbe very last thins before serving. Aprlcot-Apple Pie. 'Line your pie plate as usual with nice crust put In a scant layer of halved apricots (canned), then Oil the pie with sliced apple and finish ts usual and bake. The mingled flavor of the two fruits Is very nice and ap petizing. Iron Wrong 8lde. Wben Ironing between buttons on shirtwaist place the buttons down oi a folded towel and Iron on wrong side Tbe result will be very pleasing U both lroner and wearer.
