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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.