,Oowri<*<. MM. V Ba kke »«Tt U OcQ SYNOPSIS. The story opens on Long Island, near New York city, where Miss Emily ich. ______ a relativa of Ethan ____ Ffrench. n^MSL-. ________________ manufacturer of the celebrated "Mer- •ury" automobile, loses her way. The car has stopped and her cousin. Dick FYrsnch, la 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. Ethan neh has disinherited his son. who disappeared. He Informs Emily plainly that he would like to have her ■tarry Dick, who la a good-natured but Irresponsible fellow It aipears 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 slong and recognizes the young racer. Dick likes ths 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 voder an Impulse he cannot control he kisses her and she leaves him, confessing ther own heart that she returns his V«. CHAPTER VII.—(Continued). "I thought there was to be no more trouble." she faltered, distressed. Lestrange looked down at her stead­ ily, his gray eyes darkening to an ex­ pression she had never seen. “Have I no right?” was his question. “Is there no canceling of a claim, is there no subsequent freedom? Is it all no use, Emily?” Vaguely awed and frightened, her fingers tightened on his arm in a panic of surrender. “I will come to you, I will come! You know best what is right—I trust you to tell me. Forgive me, dear. I wanted to—" He silenced her. all the light flash­ ing back to his face. “A promise; hush! Oh, I shall win tonight with that singing in my ears. I have more to say to you, but not now. I must see Bailey, somehow, be­ fore I go.” “He is at the house; let me send him here to you.” “If you come back with him.” They laughed together. “I will— Do you know," her color deepened rosily, "they call you ■Darling;’ I have never heard your own name.” “My name is David,” Lestrange said quietly, and kissed her for farewell. The earth danced under Emily’s feet as she ran across the lawns, the sun glowed warm, the brook tinkled over the cascades in a very madness of mirth. At the head of the veranda steps she turned to look once more at the roof of the white pavilion Among the locust trees. ■“Uncle will like you when be knows you," she laughed in her heart “Any one must like you.” The servant she met in the hall said that Mr. Bailey bad gone out, and Mr. Ffrencb, also, but separately, the former having taken the short route across toward the factory. That way Emily went in pursuit, intending to overtake him with her pony cart. But upon reaching the stables, past which the path ran, she found Bailey himself engaged in an inspection of the limousine in company with the chauffeur. “You’ll have to look Into her differ­ ential, Anderson,” he was pronounc­ ing, when the young girl came beside him “Com«, pl«ase," sh« urged breath­ lessly. “Come?” repeated Bailey, wheeling, with hie slow, benevolent smile. "Sure, Miss Emily; where?” She shook her head, not replying un­ til they were safely outside; then: “To Mr. Lestrange; he is in the pa­ vilion. He wants to see you." “To Lestrange!" he almost shouted, halting. Lestrange here?” “Yes. There is time; he says there la time. He is going back as soon as bo sees you.” “But what’s he doing here? What does he mean by risking bls neck without any practice." "He came to see me,” she whip- pored, and stood confessed. “God!” said Bailey, quite reverently, after a moment of speechless stupe­ faction. “You, and him!” She lifted confiding eyes to him. moving nearer. “It is a secret, but I wanted you tt> know because you like us both. Dick ■aid you loved Mr. Lestrange." "Yes," was the dazed assent. "Well, then— But come, ho Is waiting.” ■ho was sufficiently unlike the usual Miss Ffrench to bewilder any one. Bailey dumbly followed her across th« park, carrying hie hat tn hie hand. A short distance from the pavilion Emily stopped abruptly, turning a startled face to her companion. "Sonn on« is there." she said. "Some on« is speaking. I forgot that Uncle Ethan had gone out." She heard Dailey catch his breath oddly. Her own pulses began to beat with heavy Irregularity, as a few steps farther brought the two opposite the open arcade. There they halted, trosen. In the place Emily had left, where all her feminine toys still lay, Mr. Ffrench was seated as one exhausted by the force of overmastering emo­ tion; bls hands clenched on the arms of the chair; his face drawn with pas­ sion. Opposite hint stood Lest range, colorless and still as Emily had never conceived him. listening In absolute silence to the bitter address pouring from the other's lips with a low toned violence indescribable. “I told you then, never again to come here," first tell upon Emily's conscious bearing. "I supposed you were at least Ffrencb enough to take a dismissal. What do you want here, money? I warned you to live upon the allowance sent every month to your bankers, for I would pay no more even to escape the Intolerable dis­ grace of your presence here. Did you imagine me so deserted that I would accept even you as a successor? Wrong; you are not missed. My nephew Richard takes your place, and Is fit to take it. Go back to Europe and your low-born wife; there is no lack in my household." The voice broke in an excess of sav­ age triumph, and Estrange took the pause without movement or gesture. “1 am going, sir, and I shall never come back," he answered, never more quietly. “I can take a dismissal, yes. If ever I have wished peace or hoped for an accord that never existed be­ tween us, I go cured of such folly. But hear this much, since I am ar­ raigned at your bar: I have never yet disgraced your name or mine un­ less by the boy’s mischief which sent me from college. The money you speak of, I have never used; ask Bailey of It, If you will." He hesitat­ ed, and in the empty moment there came across the mile of June air the roaring noon whistle of the fac­ tory. Involuntarily he turned his head toward the call, but as Instantly re­ covered himself from the self betray­ al. “There is another matter to be arranged, but there Is no time now. Nor even In concluding It will I ever come here again, sir." There was that in his bearing, in the dignified carefulness of courtesy with which he saluted the other before turning to go, that checked even Eth­ an Ffrench. But as Lestrange crossed the threshold of the little building, Emily ran from the thicket to meet him, her eyes a dark splendor in her white face, her hands outstretched. “Not like this!" she panted. “Not without seeing me! Oh, I might have guessed—’’ His vivid color and animation re turned as he caught her to him, heed­ less of witnesses. “You dare? My dear, my dear, not even a question? There Is no one "Well, Then—But Come, Walting.” He Is like you. Say, shall I take you now, or send Dick for you after the race?" Mr. Ffrench exclaimed some lnartlo- ulate words, but neither heard him. "Send Dick,” Emily answered, her eyes on the gray eyes above her. "Send Dick—I understand, I will come.” He kissed her once, then she drew back and he went down the terraces toward the gates. As Emily sank down on the bench by the pavilion door, Bailey brushed past her, running after the straight, lithe figure that went steadily on out of sight among the huge trees planted and tended by five generations of Ffrenches. When the vistas of the park were empty, Emily slowly turned to face her uncle. "You love David Ffrench?" he asked, his voice thin and harsh. "Yes," she answered. She bad no need to ask if Lestrange were meant “He is married to some woman of the music halls." "No.” "How do you know? He has told you?" She lifted to him the superby confi­ dence of her glance, although nervous tremors shook her in wavellke suc­ cession. “If he had been married, he would not have made me care for him. He has asked me to be bls wife." They were equally strange to each other In these new characters, and equally spent by emotion. Neither moving, they sat oposlte each other in silence. So Bailey found them whan he cam« back later, to take his massive stand In th« doorway, his hands in bls pockets and his strong Jaw set "I think that things ar« kind of mixed up her«, Mr Ffrench," he stated i grimly. “I guess I'm tb« on« to l » 'A "W 1 I I 1 . !■ »I I W'l straighten them out a bit; I’ve loved' Mr. David from the time he was a kid 1 and never saw him get a square deal ' yet You asked him «hat he was do Ing her«—1'11 tell you; he is Le strang«." Ther« Is a degree of amazement FUN WITH COMICAL FIGURES which precludes speech; Mr. Ffrencb looked back at his partner, mute. Boy May Csuse Merriment By An "He Is lestrange. He never meant ranging Funny Head to Long you to know; he'd have left without Stick, Covered With Cloth. your «ver knowing, but for Miss Km lly. I guess I don't nc«d to remind Much amusement may be given by you of what he's done; if it hadn't any boy on a winter's night by arrang­ b«en for him we might hav« closed' ing a funny head to the end of a long our doors some day. He understands 1 stick. Around the neck gather a loose th« business as non« of us back-num I skirt of some cheap diirk material, her, old fashioned ones do; ha took' long enough to reach to the ground hold and shook some lite Into it We when the stick Is held at arm’s length can make cars, but he can mak« peo above the head of the boy who will pl« buy them. Advertising! Why. be Inside. The material should be Just that fool picture be drew on the coarse, so that the boy Inside can see back of a pad, one day, of a row of through. About the height of bls thermometers up to ona hundred knee wire the skirt to make It stand forty, with the sign ’Mercuries are at out, and another wire the height ot the top,' made more people nolle«.” the neck will keep the view clear and Bailey cleared his throat "He was always making people notice, and laughing while he did it. He's risked his neck on every course going, to bring our cars in first, he's lent his fame as a racing driver to help us along. And now everything is fixed the way we want, he's thrown out. What did he do It for? He thought he needed to square accounts with you, for being born. I suppose; so! when he heard how things were going 1 with us he came to me and offered his help. At least, that’s what he said I believe he came because he couldn't bear to see the old place go under." There was a skein of blue silk swinging over the edge of the table. Mr. Ffrench picked It up and replaced it In Emily's work basket before re­ plying. "If this remarkable story Is true." he began, accurately precise in ao- cent. "You don't need me to tell you t\ ■ Comical Giant. Is,” retorted Bailey. “You know, what my new manager's been doing. | why, you disliked him without seeing keep the folds of the skirt awsy from him, but you had to admit his good his face. When the person is Insid« he will look like a funny giant, and work. And I heard you talking the attitudes and movements be makes about bls allowance, Mr. Ffrencb. He will please his audience. The accom­ never touched It, not from the first; panying pictures will give some of ths it piled up for six years. I.ast April, when we needed cash tn a hurry, he drew It out and gave it to me to buy aluminum. When he left here first he drove a taxicab in New York city un ■ til he got into racing work and made ' Darling Lestrange famous all over the ! continent. I guess it went pretty bard for a while; if he’d been the things' you called him, he’d have gone to the devil alone In New York. But be didn’t” An oriole darted In one arcade and I out again with a musical whir of Amusing Dwarf. wings. The clink of glass and silver sounded from the house windows with a pleasant cheerlness and suggestion movements and show the change from a giant to a dwarf. If the performer of comfort and plenty. "He made good,” Bailey concluded, is deft, he can make up attitudes and thoughtfully. "But It sounded queer introduce funny speeches while he gl- to me to hear yon tell him you didn’t rates about the room Had Kspt Her Bargain. An lusenlous trick was recently played on some women of Mau Ik Jun J, Madras, India. They handed sums of money to a woman who said that she possessed the power uf doubling the contents. Th« victims had their packets returned to them after seven days, when th« silver coins they had contained wero found to hav« bu«li changed Into copper ones. CHILDREN want him around because Mr Dick took his place. I know, and Miss Em­ ily knows, that Dick Ffrench was no use on earth for any place until Mr David took him in hand and male him fit to live. That's all, I guess, that I had to say; I’ll get back to work.” Hs turned, but paused to glance around. "It's going to be pretty dull at the factory for me. And between us we've sent Lestrange to the track with a nice set of nerves." His retreating footsteps died away to leave the noon hush unbroken. As before, uncle and niece were left op­ posite each other, the crumpled news­ paper where Lestrange's name showed In heavy type lying on the floor be­ tween them. The effect of Bailey's final sentence had been to leave Emily dizzied by apprehension. But when Mr. Ffrench rose and passed out, she aroused to look up at him eagerly. "Uncle.” she faltered. Disregarding or unseeing her out­ stretched band, he went on and left her there alone. And then Emily dared rescue the newspaper. "A substitute,” she whispered. "A substitute,” and laid her wet cheek against the pictured driver. No one lunched at the Ffrench home that day, except the servants. Near three o’clock in the afternoon Mr. Ffrench came back to the pavilion where Emily still sat. "Go change your gown," he com­ manded, in his usual tone. "We will start now. I have sent for Bailey and ordered Anderson to bring the auto­ mobile." "Start?" she wondered, bewildered. He met her gaze with a stately re- pellence of comment “For the Beach. I understand this race lasts twenty-four hours. Have you any objection?” Objection to being near David! Em­ ily sprang to her feet. ymp. T m ( m Good. U m In time. Bold by Dniitirti. nmouCHUNDcniDS 1 “