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ÇT er T al ^ L STORY J The FLYING MERCURY By Eleanor M. Ingram Author of “ The Game and the Candle " tUuatrwtion« By- RJ Y WJLTERS SYNOPSIS. Th« »torr op*ns on Long Island, nwr York city, where Miss Emily Ffr®nch. a relative of Ethan Ffrench. manufacturer of the celebrated "Mer- Hiry" automobile, loses her way. The Mir has stopped and her cousin. Dick Ffrench. ts too muddled with drink to Ilrect It aright. They meet another car which is run by a professional racer s&med I estrange. The latter fixes up jh® Ffrench car and directs Miss Ffrench pow to proceed homeward. Ethan Ffrench has disinherited hts son. who tas disappeared. He informs Emily plainly that he would like to have her parry Dick, who Is a good-natured but «responsible fellow It appears that a partner of Ethan Ffrench wanting an ex pert to race with the ’‘Mercury” at auto •rents, has engeged Lestrange. and at the Ffrench factory Emily encounters the young man. They refer pleasantly to lheir meeting w hen Dick comes along and recognizes the young racer. Dick 11’-os fh® way Lestrange Ignores their first meeting when he appeared to a disad vantage. Lestrange tells Emily that he •nil try to educate her Indifferent cousin ta an automobile expert. CHAPTER V. There was a change tn the Ffrench affairs, a lightening of the atmos phere. a vague quickening and stir of healthful cheer In the days that fol The somber master of the undisguised station and pride when they discussed ffi« successful business now taxing the factory's resources, met It yet again tn Emily’s pretty gaiety and content But most strikingly was he confronted with an alteration in Dick. It was only a week after his first morning ride with Lestrange. that Dick electrified the company at din- ■er. by turning down the glass at his lowed house met It In Bailey's plate. “I've cut out claret, and that sort of thing.” he announced. “It's bad for the nerves " His three companions looked up In scmplete astonishment. It was Satur- lay night and by ancient custom Bai ley was dining at the house. “What has happened to you? Have ■you been attending a revival meet ing?” the young man's uncle Inquired with sarcasm. “It's bad for the nerves.” repeated Dick. “There Isn't any reason why I shouldn’t like to do anything other fellows do. Les—that Is. none of the men who drive cars ever touch that stuff, and look at their nerve." Mr. Ffrench contemplated him with the Irritation usually produced by the llsplay of ostentatious virtue, but found no comment. Emily gazed at .he table, her red mouth curving in spite of all effort at seriousness. “You’re right, Mr. Dick." said Bal- lay dryly. “Stick to It." And Dick stuck, without as much as a single lapse. Ffrenchwood saw eomparatlvely little of him, as time •went on, the village and factory much. He lost some weight, and ac quired a coat of reddish tan. Emily watched and admired In si lence. She had not seen Lestrange again, but It Beemed to her that bis tafloence overlay all the life of both lso-use and factory, Sometimes this •bowed so plainly that sbe believed Mr. Ffrench must see. must feel the ■rtlent fore« at work. But either he did not see or chose to Ignore. And Dick was incautious. Tm going to buy one of our road sters myself," he stated one day. "Can { have It at cost?” Mr. Ffrench felt for his pince-nez. “You? Why do you not us« the Smouslne?” "Because I don't want to go around 1» a box driven by a chauffeur. I want a classy car to run myself. I’ve been driving some of the stripped cars. lately, and I like it.” “I will give you a car. If you want one,” answered his uncle, quit« klnd- ly. "Go select any you prtfer.” "Thank you,” Dick sat up. beaming. “But I'll have to wait my turn, we've orders ahead now. Lestrange says I’ve no right to come in and make some other fellow wait.” Mr. Ffrench slowly stiffened. “We do not require lessons in ethics from this Lestrange,” was the cold re buke. "I shall telephone Bailey to vend up your car at on«e.” Rupert brought the sixty-horse-pow er roadster to the door, three hours later. And Emily appreciated that Le strange was discreet as well as com pelling. when she found the black- eyed young mechanician was detailed to accompany Dick’s mald«n trips; which duty was fulfilled, incidentally, with the fine tact of a Richelieu. In May there waa a still greater ac cession of work at the factory. In a l- ditlcn. the liist of June was to open with a twenty-four hour race at B< lcii track, and lestrange was entered for It. Excitement was in the air; Dick •.<- , - _ Louse only to eat and aleep. The day before the race, Mr Ffrench walked Into the room where men left th« next room. Bitterly di» his ntec« was reading appointed, she sank back. q < “I want to sco Ralley," he said "That was your manager with youT" briefly. "Do you wish to drlvo me Mr. Ffrench frigidly Inquired down to th« factory, or shall I hav« “Yes; he went up stairs to se« how V V r/ w Anderson bring around tho litnou the new drill is acting." Bailey pulled sine?" out a handkerchief and rubbed hie “Please lot us drive,” she exclaimed, brow. "Excuse uie. Il's warm. Yes. rising with alacrity. "I have not been he wants m« to strengthen a knuckle —he's spoken considerable about It. I to the factory for months." "Very good. You aro looking well. guess he's right; better too much than too little " Emily, of late." “I do not see that follows. I should Surprised, a soft color swept the imagine that you understood building face she turned to him "I am well. Dear. I think wo aro all chassis better than this racing driver You had boat consult outside experts bettor this spring " Burned Thread May De Prepared to “Perhaps." said Ethan Ffrench. Ills In construction before making a Hold Up Some Light Weight- bitter gray eyes passed deliberately change.“ Explanation of Trick. “Uncl«!" Emily cried. over the large room w ith all its traces “There's a twenty four hour race of a family life extending back to pr«- When w« *p«nk of tnnttor wo usual- starts tomorrow night." Bailey Colonial times, but he said no more. ly mean something thnt can bu seen or It was an exquisite morning, too vir gee ted uneasily. "It's easy fixed, felt, anything that has form or weight ginal for June, too richly warm for we might be wrong.” or color. We any that matter lias cer ”W« have always made them May. When the two exchanged the tain properties. Il Is a property of sunny road for the factory office, a way?" glass to be brittle and of rubber to bo "Yes. but—“ north room none too light, it was a elastin. “Consult experts, then I do not moment before their daisied eyes per The properties of mina kind* of mat- celved no one was present. This was your manager's tone; he ts too as ter can be changed by th» application Bailey's private office, and its owner suming. Now let me see those pa of fire or water or both. We can pers.“ had passed Into the room beyond. change Iron Into steel, wo rati mitici Emily's parasol slipped to the floor "I will wait,“ conceded Mr. Ffrench. brass with a spring to it or without. dismissing the boy who had ushered with a sharp crash as she stood up, Them am some things that will re them In "Sit down. Emily; Bailey quite pale and shaken. sist the action of tire or water to a "Uncle, Mr. Lestrange knows," she will return directly, no doubt." certain extent. You enn hold up a appealed. "You beard him say what But Emily had already sal down, for pretty good weight at one end of a she knew the voice speaking beyond would happen—pieuse. please let It be slice of bread If It la dry or stale, but the half-open door, and that the long- fixed.” If you souk th» bread In water it will Amazed. Mr. Ffrench looked at her. prevented meeting was now Immi hardly hold itself up his face setting. nent. You can bang a good sized weight "You forget your dignity," he re “It will not do." Lestrange was stat- nt th« end of u very slender piece of torted In displeasure. “ This Is mem be rein- Ing definitely. "It should thread, but the moment you set fir« forced.” to the thread the weight will fall to "It's always been strong enough. the ground Every one knows that, y\«rilNU TUL I MTAN TRY For Bailey’s slower tones objected. ‘ you will say. but with a little prepara years. It's not a thing likely tion you can convince them that this Tho DECLARATION of war is al vated railroad go by. break.” ways a serious matter, but principal hotel of tho town Is kept will not always hold true It la pos "Not likely to break? Look at last In ono who has been on tho by a magnificent man. who nt the timo sible to mnke a thread hold up a year's record. Mr. Bailey, and tell me ground, the news that Mon of my visit was minister of war. The light weight even after tho thread han that. A broken steering-knuckle killed tenegro had declared war conduct of his hotel was decidedly un been set on fire and Is apparently all Brook In Indiana, another sent Little against Turkey inuvitably aroused a ceremonious. except thnt the Austrian burned up to the hospital in Massachusetts, the If you will take a piece of stout certain modified merriment. Sub minister and th« Italian minister ap same thing wrecked the leader at the sequent proceedings have reduced th« pear for dinner etery > ery night In thread about a foot tong and twist II last Beach race and dashed him element of comedy materially, but full dress Probably each i one felt through the fence. Do you know what when the little mountain kingdom first that the dignity of his country must ft means to the driver of a machine stood forward ngalnst the Porte, the be malntalm-d nt nil hazards, and hurling Itself along the narrow verge two antagonists offered a sufficient neither one could take It on himself of destruction, when the steering contrast for smiles at least. Consider to suggest a sartorial disarmament. wheel suddenly turns useless In his ing the size and resources of the two Strict formality Is exercised In some grasp? Can you feel the sick helpless antagonists, It ts very much as If New branches of the government; a tele ness. the confronting of death, the Rochelle declared war on New York In gram which I sent to the telegraph compressed second before the crash? the hope of capturing and annexing office at nine o'clock on« morning was Is It worth while to risk It for a bit Yonkers, the last named city being re returned to me unsent at five o'clock of costless steel?" presented by Scutari d'Albanle, a thnt afternoon with the criticism that The clear realism of the picture place about ten times as largo as the I should have written It In Ink Instead forced a pause, filled by the dull roar Montenegrin capital, and ono which of lead pencil. and throb through the machinery tho Montenegrin monarch has always It goes without snylng that ths crowded building. Burned Thread Holding Weight. Montenegrins are a warlike race. coveted "I—I Would Rather Be Outdoor«." “They were not our cars that broke, Contrary to current Impression. Every man la expected to carry arms, as much as you can and then double any of them,” Bailey Insisted. childishness. Emily. Men will be con- Montenegro is not at all difficult of and. In tact. It Is against th« law to It It will twist upon Itself and you will “Not our cars. no. But the steering suited more competent to i decide than access. Excellent steamships take go unarmed. Even tho clergy tiro not Lav« a double thread, twisted through knuckle of my own machine broke un this Lestrange. That will I do." one from Trieste down the picturesque excepted from this rule, yet a stranger its entire length If you tie ono end der my bands last March, on the road, From one to the other she gazed. Dalmatian coast and disembark ono ertn hardly help feeling surprised when of this thread around a lead pencil at the town of Cattaro, which Iles at he sees a dignified priest of the Greek and hang some light weight, such as a and If I had been on a curve Instead then turned away. the bead of tho lovely bay of that church In his professional robes, but paper fnstencr. to th« other end so of a straight stretch there would "I will wait out In the have been a wreck. As It was. 1 said. "I—I would rather be outdoors.” name, A mile or two back from the with a couple of enormous revolvers that It shall swing freely above a bay rises a steep, stony mountaln- stuck In his belt. I heard of but otin small dish you may try tho experi brought her to a stop in the ditch. Dick Ffrench was upstairs, stand There Is no other thing that may not ing with Lestrange in one of the nar wall, wlth a smooth, white military fatality during my stay In town, and ment of putting a match to it and sen leave a fighting chance after it breaks row aisles between lines of grimly ef road zigzagging laboriously up It, and that was when a somewhat exhilar how long it will hold up the weight. but this leaves absolutely none. I ficient machines that bit or cut their over that mountain range Is Monte- ated native fell down stairs In u cafo Hut If you stand two book» on the and on« of his own revolvers waa know, you both know, that the steer way through the steel and aluminum negro. table to support the pencil stea.'ily LL ing-wheel Is the only weapon In the fed to them, when Rupert cum« to The drive from Cattaro up to Cet accidently discharged, shooting him Is possible to burn the ttir«0f com driver's grasp. If it falls him. he him with a folded visiting card. tinje is one of tho most beautiful In through the stomach A ii a murk of pletely from end to end d still repect to the deceased, tho proprietor goes out and his mechanician with “Miss Ffrench sent it.” was the ex the world. From the mountain-top. of th cnfe turned off th« talking ma have It hold up th» weigh provided him.” you have in the thread worn substance planation. "She's sitting out In her west over Cattaro and tho smiling Emily paled, shrinking, She re- horse-motor car. and she called me off bay and the sparkling blue waters of chine on the day of the funeral . that Is not changed In It properties It Is surprising that there aro not membered the road under the maples the track to ask me to demean myself the sunny Adriatic, and east across the ■ o much as the thread Itwhen you more such accidents, since tho con great, gloomy, desolate gray moun and Lestrange's laughing face as he by acting like a messenger boy. All burn It. sumption of ammunition is tremend- tains, the views are remarkable. In leaned breathless across his useless right?" This substance is common salt, with ous. In fact the exercise of firearms, wheel. That was what It had meant. "All right,” said Dick, running an my opinion, thia drlvo is far finer than so far as I could learn, constituted which so many Interesting experi the much-lauded Upper Cornicbe, be then, the lightly treated episode! ments may be made. Prepare a satu astonished eye over the card. tween Nice and Monte Carla. Until about the only natlonnl amusement. rated solution of salt and water, which “You'd better fix It like he wants “No answer?" , Over In Scutari, a man told me of what quite recently the drlvo by carriage it.” advised Dick's disturbed tones we call brine, and soak your twisted "No answer." took seven hours, but now one can go a splendid time ho had had at a wed- thread in It. Then hang It up to dry. “Remember, he's got to drive the car “Then I'll hurry back to my em ding on the previous day; he had Friday and Saturday, Bailey, not us.” broidery. I'm several laps behind in by motor car. fired off nearly two hundred car- When It Is dry soak It again and let It 8ome Royal Financing. dry agnln After you have done thia “It’s not alone for my racer I'm my work already." tridges. two or three times the thread will not speaking, but for every car that leaves "See here, lestrange." Dick began, Motoring In Montenegro has, how look any different from ordinary twist the shop.” Lertrange caught him up as the mechanician departed, sitting ever, its limitations, as there Is prob Wisdom of the Orient. ed thread, but when you hang your pa ■‘I'm not flinching; I've driven the car down on a railing beside a machine ably not a road In the country, except How much we may learn from tho per fastener or some very light weight before and I will again. It may hold steadily engaged in notching steel the on« previously mentioned, over Orient with Its centuries of tradition, to It with the pencil to hold It up it for ever, that part, but I’ve tested it disks Into gear-wheels which an automobile could pass and it's a weak point—take the warn “Don't do that!” Lestrange exclaim Even the Cattaro-Cettlnje road Is haz already old and wise when Columbus will astonish your friends when you first planted the seeds of all aorta of set flr« to It ing for what it's worth.” ed sharply. "Get up. Ffrench.'’ ardous enough at that, because on it trouble by discovering America. Here, By applying the match to the bot "It’s safe enough." there are no less than one hundred There was a movement as If he “It's nothing of the kind. The least and thirty turns so acute that a car for example, Is a gem of science that tom you will see a small flame run rose with the last word. Emily laid reaches us from Morocco and that slowly from there to the top of th« slip—’’ with a long wheel base finds difficulty tells us how wives may compel their thread, where It Is tied round the pen in negotiating them at all, and most of “Oh. well,” he reluctantly rose. "If husbands to retrace th« footsteps that you're going to get fussy. Read what these turns are on a considerable even In the home of the brave will cil. and at thnt point It will go out. There will be nothing left but a black grade. Emily sent up.” sometimes wander from the straight Lestrange accepted the card with a Once over the mountain and across and narrow path of conjugal felicity. cinder which looks very much like a P faint flicker of expression. the Montenegrin frontier, the first As soon as the wife has received tho very thin burnt match, but It will be "Dick, uncle Is making the steering Impression is that of the absolute Pinkerton report that tells the old. old quite strong enough to hold up your knuckle wait for expert opinion,” the desolation of the country, Nothing story of who he was with last night little paper fastener legend ran. In pencil. "Have Mr. Bai but bleak, gray, stony mountain let her draw a straight lino of pure ley strengthen Mr. Lestrange's car, ranges, one after the other, as far as honey down from tho middle of her PIECE OF ICE MAKES FIRE the eye can reach,Into the misty dis anyhow. Do not let him race so.” forehead to her chin and collect tho Near them two men were engaged tance. Not a habitation, not a tree of drippings In a spoon Let her then Illustration Shows How Lens May Be In babbitting bearings, passing ladle any size, not a sign of life. The out rub tho tip of her tongue with a fig Formed With Hands and Then fuls of molten metal carelessly back look suggests an Imaginative litho lenf till It bleeds and soak seven Applied to Paper. and forth, and splashing hissing drops graph of the beginning of tho world. grains of salt In the blood Mix It all over the floor; at them Lestrang« Only one evidence of humane exis up together with tho honey, ndd some It may sound queer to some, but ice gazed in silence, after reading, tb< tence Is seen. Along tho roadside are more salt which has been carried for ran be used to start a fire, and this numerous flat bottomed pockets of card still In his hand. a day and a night In n tiny Incision In trick may be accomplished by follow land, where a little cultivable soil has (TO BE CONTINUED.) the skin between her eyebrows. To ing the directions given herewith: washed down the rocky slopes, and In this must bo added a pinch of onrth Take a piece of very clear Ice rpd. iu Golf and a Prince, each of these pockets a few potato roor Mrs. R. H. Barlow, the gr>lf cham plants have been carefully set out. from tho print of her baro right foot melt It down In th« hollow of on tho ground, and the wholo doso pion, said at a recent luncheon at the Often the pocket Is so small aH to Bellevue-Stratford In Philadelphia: contain only a dozen plants, but In a should then bo put Into tho erring Î1 “Golf has its humors, and this land so sterile and stony every square husband's breakfast food when ho ■p/ struck me particularly In a conversa- foot of soil is thriftily utilized. No isn't looking. Tho charm of tho thing tlon at a golf club that I once bad houses are visible, and people must Is Its harmlessness and its simplicity. come miles to cultivate these strugg Like Infant baptism, It cannot possi with a Persian prince. bly do any harm, and it might do Making Fire With lc«. “The prince, as he sat on the olub ling patches. Met It Yet Again In Emily’s Pretty good. And tho women of Morocco piazza watching the various cham Gaiety and Content. hands so as to form a large lens. The A Homely Mountain Village. say that It never falls, and they ought pions drive off, drawled; illustration shows how this Is done. Cettinje lies In the middle of a small, her hand on the arm of the chair “ ’I don't see very much In golf. No fertile plain which was once the bed to know. With the lens shaped Ice used In the turning her excited dark eyes on her object is to be gained by the deposit- of an ancient lake, surrounded by same manner as a rending glass to uncle. Surely if ever Mr. Ffrench was ing of a white ball In a subterranean grim hills. It Is a town of about High Art Price Despite Size. direct the sun's rays on paper or shav C to meet hlB manager, this was the mo cavity; and if any object were to be thlrty-flve hundred Inhabitants—hard What are declared to bo the two ings you can start a fire. ment; when Lestrange's ringing argu gained, the shortest and surest meth ly more than a village—and yet It Is highest priced paintings In the world, ment was still In their ears, his splen od would surely be to carry th« ball the capital of a nation that has for In proportion to their size, aro being A Cork Dancer. did force of earnestness still vibrant in the hand from cavity to cavity/ generations preserved Its Identity shown In the Klelnbcrger galleries. Take one of tho largest corks you In the atmosphere. And suddenly she “I laughed. against far "gr< atcr neighbors, whoso One, "Tho Portrait of a Man," by can And, the kind used In the long wanted them to meet, passionately ” 'But. pi Ince,' I said, 'the difficulty rapacity for territorial expansion Is Ilans Memllng, Is a Rmall panel, ten necked green bottles, and In ono end wanted Ethan Ffrench's liking for this of getting tho ball Into the cavities, as too well known to require comment and a half by eight Inches, and tho dig out n holo. Into this put a leaden man. you call them. Is what constitutes the In her sturdy spirit of self-defense lit other, by the same master, supposed bullet, or several large shot, and atop "Ur.cle,” she b'gan. "Uncle---- ” attraction of the game.’ tle Montenegro leaves naught for to bo a portrait of one of tho sons of up the holo with putty. Round off tho But It wa'- not lestrange's light "‘The difficulty constitutes th« at criticism. Philippe le Pon, duke of Burgundy, Is edges of tho cork at this end, and your 5tcp tl at halted on the thieshold. traction, eh?’ The prince frowned. There Is not much of the formality twelve and a half by ten and a fourth dancer la ready to danco. "Why, I didn't know—” exclaimed Well,’ be went on, ‘It would be mor« of a European capital about Cettinje. Inches. Around the top of tho other end Bailey. "Excuse me, Mr. Ffrench. difficult to shave with a coal shovel The relglng monarch can frequently While tho exact price pnld for the of tho cork paste on a little blue hood il ey didn't tell me you were down.” than a razor, but I don't think maay be seen leaning out of a window In canvases has not been announced, ft of tissue paper; mnke a dross of the lie glanced over bls shoulder; as men are tempted on that account to casual conversation with one of his Is known that It reached well Into six same and tie on a sash of ribbon. he pulled shut the door Emily fancied remove their beards each morning in subjects, in very much the same pos figures. -They aro magnificent speci On the cork mako with Ink the she oeard an echo, as If the two young that way/" ture as that of a Third avenue tene- mens of the work of Memllng, who is prettiest face you can. and then ■et ——• dweller, who watches th« el«- known as tbs Raphael of Flemish art (th« young lady a-dancing. 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