The Daily Transcript (Norman, Okla.), Vol. 4, No. 260, Ed. 1 Tuesday, May 29, 1917 Page: 3 of 4
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THE NORMAN DAILY TRANSCRIPT
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Christopher and the Chauffeuse.
Christopher and his uncle hnd Just
been to look at the cars that were to
start next day In the great "freak
race," as the coming event was pop-
ularly called, and for which Scarlet
Kunner was already entered—at the
important relative's request.
The Koyal Automobile club, under
whose auspices the race was to be
run, had taken temporarily a big new
garage to house the competitors, and
ever since early morning, when the
cars had begun to assemble and to
put themselves on view, devotees of
motoring had been pouring In und out.
Everyone was interested, for not only
was a well-known millionaire offering
a ten-thousand pound prize and several
cups for the encouragement of origi-
nality among Inventors, but most of
the motors themselves were worth see-
ing. As for the old man who held
Christopher Race's destiny In his hand,
he was interested for several reasons,
though his interest had come as a sur-
prise to Christopher.
Now he was talking excitedly as
they walked together Into the big
vvhite-nnd-red-and-gold restaurant near
"Well, Chris," he said, as they sat
down at the table Christopher had En-
gaged, "you win that first prize and
there's nothing of mine you can't have
now or In the future, though there was
one of my wishes which you refused
to carry out. It isn't so much the
prize money I'm keen on for you,
though it would i>e a tidy little sum to
add to the allowance I mean to make
you again, until I'm gone and you
come Into the lot. You've been pretty
plucky this last year, and shown that
you've good stuff In you—better stuff
Mian I thought when you were fooling
your time away and running Into debt.
I've been pleased with you; I don't
mind saying I've been proud of you
nnce or twice. But I want you to show
the world that you're more than a good
chauffeur and the owner of a hand-
some red car—or a second-rate ama-
teur detective. I want you to show
that you're the best there Is, and that
Scarlet Runner's the same kind. Win
this prize, boy, win it, and I shall say:
Here's my successor—a young man
svho's done something for the world to
talk of, and done It alone.'"
Just then a man who had been about
to pass the table turned at sound of
the excited voice, stopped abruptly,
und came back a step or two.
"How do you do?" he asked, speak-
ing to both men, but putting out his
hand to the elder.
It was Sir John Maverick, ardent
motorist, millionaire proprietor of the
Man on the Car, and—the organizer of
the freak race. He knew Christopher
Old Mr. Race was delighted at the
meeting, as much for his nephew's
sake as tyis own, for he feft vaguely
that It would be a good thing for Chris-
topher to know this important person.
"Sit down and have some lunch with
us," suggested old Mr. Race.
The millionaire accepted without de-
mur, saying that a friend whom he
had asked had failed him, and lie had
thought himself doomed to eat alone.
Sir John spoke freely of his object,
which was to encourage inventors.
They hnd nctf got to any discussion
of Christopher's car when the old man
found that he was In danger of making
himself late for an engagement.
The table was near the entrance,
therefore Christopher had to take only
a few steps to see his uncle as far as
the door. As Mr. Race went out, two
ladies came In, passing by the old man
and the young one apparently without
a glance. But If they did not pay the
smallest attention to him, Mr. Race
was seized with the most lively and
compelling interest in one or both of
Sir John Maverick, at the table,
smiled as Christopher came back. He
had caught the expression in his old
friend's face and in the eyes that
peered at the two beautiful women from
behind their glass windows.
"I remember my father saying that
Mr. Race had had a great disappoint-
ment in love as a young, or a fairly
young, man," remarked Sir John, "and
that it was quite a romance."
"I've heard of it," returned Chris-
topher. "The lady Jilted him, I'm
afraid, and married someone else.
Anyhow, neither of these ladles Is
nearly old enough to have been the
heroine of Uncle James' love story.
One is a girl, and the other can't be
much over thirty."
"The girl I never saw before," said
Sir John, "but the wotnnu I know by
sight, and I suppose you do.* No?
Why, It's Madame du Guesclin, the fa-
mous French sportswoman. She can
drive a racing car like—like a demon
or an angel. A very handsome woman,
but can't quite go Into the same class
with the girl, eh?"
"They're Just sitting down at the ta-
ble behind you," murmured Christo-
pher, in u low, warning tone.
"Mndaine has probably run over to
see the 'freaks,' and the start tomor-
row," said Sir John, dropping his
voice, "but I thought the girl looked
English. By the way, if it Isn't Indis-
creet to ask, what particularly novel
features has your car? Are you com-
ing In with something newer?" '
"No, it's my Scarlet Runner," an-
swered Christopher. Then Christopher
went on to explain the originality of
Scarlet Runner's system of transmis-
"I mean to try and touch your
money," he llnlsjied, laughing.
"Well, I wish you luck, I'm sure,"
said Sir John Maverick; "but If I were
a competitor, I think I should be u bit
shy of the freak that, from all ac-
counts, outfreaks everything else."
"What, the gyroscopic freak?" in-
quired Christopher, a suspicion of a
sneer in his voice.
As he asked this question the two
ladles who had lately come In turned
quickly, as If on an impulse, and
looked round for the first time.
"The gyroscopic freak," echoed Alav-
erick. "It's Just on the cards that that
particular freak is going to revolution-
ize nuteMiobillsni. I would not care to
bet high against it."
"I wouldn't care to bet high on It,"
"You think old Dick Herbert won't
run his car?"
"I should think it's premature to call
It a car. My idea is that It's proved
a big disappointment."
"I wonder. Poor old chap! It won't
be the first he's had. But do you know
"His is a mere name to me," an-
swered Christopher, "associated only
with the failure of the compressed-air
business; so, naturally, I don't ex-
pect much now. And If lie's old, he
may well funk tomorrow."
There was a sudden brisk movement
at the next table, so brisk that It at-
tracted Christopher's attention. The
younger of the two ludies had twisted
round in her chair.
"He funks nothing," she said, in n
low but Intensely angry tone. "It's
sheer jealousy which makes you talk
"Dorothy!" protested handsome
Madame du Guesclin.
"Beware of the monstrosity tomor-
row," she went on, her voice quivering.
"Like a monster, It may devour you
and all your self-conceit. When you're
swallowed up, when you're simply no-
where, perhaps you'll be sorry for
speaking as you have of a man like
Richard Herbert behind his back."
Christopher was overwhelmed by the
torrent of her wrath.
Three'minutes later both ladles had
trailed their graceful frocks out of
The great freak race was to start
from Regent's pnrk, and finish, after
a roundabout thousand-inile run, at
Early on the morning fixed for the
start the automobiles began to move
out of the big garage and take up their
allotted places. An enormous crowd
assembled to criticize or admire them.
The place Immediately In front of
Scarlet Runner was vacant. Nosfreak
had yet come to take It; and officials
organizing the race flitted nervously
by, now and then, to glare at the un-
tidy gap caused by somebody's tardi-
Christopher was sitting In his car
ready to move up when his turn should
come, when an "O-o-o-h 1" of astonish-
ment from the crowd, sounding like
the sudden indrawing of a breath,
made hiin turn his head to glance curi-
ously about for the cause of the ex-
An amazing vehicle—If vehicle It
could be called—was gliding, silent
and snakelike, towards the empty
place in front of Scarlet Runner. In
shape it suggested a gigantic cigar; in
color It was black; and Its jointless
metal casing glittered In the wintry
sunlight. Half-way down Its length
the great cigar was cut out into a
nick, and In the nick sat, very upright
and alert, the slender figure of a
woman, her face masked by large cur-
"A woman!" was the whisper that
went round the crowd; ami Chris-
topher heard one hurrying official say
to another: "Only arranged last night
for her to do it. Old Dick Herbert's
hurt his right hand, and so she—"
Race caught no more.
Everything combined to forus the
crowd's attention upon the new arrival.
In no single feature did this car copy
the usual automobile, and all the as-
semblage of freaks suddenly looked
quite commonplace compared with It.
The thing had no side-wheels; but
from under the metal casing two cen-
tral wheels could be seen revolving,
one placed behind the other, In a
straight line. Running as It did upon
these two central wheels alone, the
marvel was that the vehicle could keep
upright. But when the gyroscopic car
had slid Into Its place directly In front
of Scarlet Runner, and had come si-
lently to a standstill, It remained up-
right on Its two central wheels. A
shout of applause rose, in response to
which the trim chauffeuse nodded
gaily, as if she took part of the trib-
ute for herself. Then, doubtless with
the feminine wish to "show off," she
jumped lightly out to speak to an old
man who came towards her. She had
touched a hidden spring, and a step
had dropped from the side of the car-
riage, enabling her to alight with ease.
The old man had his right hand
swathed In bandages, and Christopher
Avas sure that he must be Richard Her-
bert, the inventor. The masked young
woman raised her voice to a tone loud
enough for him to hear.
"Yes," she said laughing, "we are
the freakiest freak of all. And I'm
glad; for this is a race for new Inven-
tions, and the newest ought to win. I
reully don't see what that poor, old,
uninteresting red thing is doing in this
galere, do you?"
It was the voice of the girl who had
attacked Christopher in the restaurant
the day before.
"Vicious little vixen!" he said to
himself, turning a color to match his
car. And instantly a furious desire to
beat the girl In the race swept over
As he thus resolved, the freaks were
busily getting away. The girl had
hopped up into the gyroscopic car once
more, an official observer from the club
by her side, and then, with scarcely
ti sound from the engines, the black,
cigar-shaped car shot ahead like a
shark chasing Its prey. Two minutes
later came Christopher's turn.
Of Its pace Christopher had been
able to form no estimate until open
country was reached, but then It shot
forward with the speed of a newly dis-
covered comet. Opening Scarlet Run-
ner's throttle, he also leaped ahead,
keeping close on the enemy's heels.
Soou the gyrosccpe, with Scarlet
Runner close behind, gained upon the
other cars that had started before
The Cigar (as Christopher began to
call the Herbert Invention) and Scarlet
Runner had started In the race fif-
teenth and sixteenth respectively; at
the end of the first day the former
was already ninth, the latter tenth.
On the fourth day the two were well
In front of all pursuers, and they were
breasting a steep hill when the gyro-
scope seemed to lose power and falter
a little on the difficult Incline. Chris-
topher was quick to seize his chance*.
With a few gay notes of his musical
siren, he flashed past, leaped to the
summit of the hill, and swooped down
on the other side.
He pressed Scarlet Runner for all
she was worth, and was happy In
maintaining the lead throughout the
rest of the day. Naturally it fell to
him to start first the next morning, an
advantage he expected to use to' the
utmost; but its an old story that pride
comes before a fall.
For once Scarlet Runner did not
work loyally with her master. She
was listless and out of sorts; her en-
gine did not pull with Its usual joyous
energy. Ten miles beyond the last
halting place he heard a horn-blast in
his ear, pulled a little to his near side,
and saw the Cigar dash by in an in-
sulting cloud of dust.
As if conscious of her wrongdoing,
no sooner had the Cigar swept out of
sight, and the cloud subsided, than
Scarlet Runner picked up strength and
energy, leaping forward like a hound
that strains at its leash.
The morning fled. Christopher came
to the uext control without having had
another glimpse of the gyroscope.
There he learned that the enemy must
be at least five miles in advance of
In his first rage at the news which
seemed to mean failure, he blurted out
something of what was In his mind to
the official observer.
"Pretty and young as she Is, that
girl seems to have not one feminine
grace which isn't of the body," he said
venomously. "What bad form to wave
her hand as she passed ine! But you
can't make a woman understand how
to play the game."
"I think you do her Injustice," re-
turned the observer, whose name was
M'Lellan. "I believe she's a very nice
girl, really; but her father Is her Idol.
She'd do anything for him. It nearly
broke her heart when that other Inven-
tion of his proved a failure a few years
ago. A friend of theirs told me the
other day that this girl—Dorothy, I
think her name is—has nenrly used up
a legacy left her by some relatives as
a dot in having this car built. If the
car wins the first prize, a big syndi-
cate has promised to take up the in-
vention. That'll mean fortune as well
as fame for Dick Herbert, so you see
It isn't exactly unfemlnlne in the girl
to want to win the race."
"I see," said Christopher; and he
did see—several things.
"Look 1" exclaimed M'Lellan, abrupt-
ly breaking a long silence. "What's
that we've Just come in sight of—
down there under the third hill?"
"By Jove! it's the Cigar I" cried
"You've got a chance yet," said
M'Lellan; and Race's heart leaped.
He was hot on his rival's trail now
—so near that, to his surprise and al-
most horror, he could see that the
snaky gyroscope was slowing, and
rocking strangely from side to side.
Then the black, shark-like object ran
in towards the near side and came to
As Christopher came up the girl had
just gone down, utter dejection in ev-
ery line of her figure.
Christopher got down from his cur
and walked towards her.
"Can I do anything for you, Miss
Herbert?" he asked.
"Do anything for me?" she echoed,
In astonishment. "I—don't under-
stand. I'm en panne. You've beaten
me. Please go on. I—I can't start
again, that's all."
Her voice wavered and choked.
"I should like to help you, If I can,"
"But—but why?" asked the girl, al-
most suspiciously. "I've been most
horribly rude to you—not that you
didn't deserve It. But anyhow, I don't
deserve nnythlng of you now, except—
"You haven't exactly put yourself
out to please me," returned Christo-
pher dryly. "But why should you? And
I'm not doing this to please you. It's
because I can't do anything else. What
do you thlnk's the matter?" he In-
"Oh, short-circuit somewhere, and
the gyroscopes won't spin," she an-
"Let me see if I can't do something,"
the young man patiently persisted.
It needed no very profound research
to discover what had happened to the
"Accumulator used up," announced
"I was afraid so. Oh, poor father!
What will become of me?" wailed the
"I have a spare one," Christopher
said. "You're very welcome to It."
"No," she cried, "I wouldn't take It
from you. I'couldn't possibly. Oh,
you don't know ho*v you're making me
feel, offering me the chance to win
the race from you, when already It
was as good as yours. And you—of ull
"Don't say any more," cut In Chris-
topher. "I want you to have the ac-
cumulator. Then we can start fair
again, when you have your chance. I
shouldn't enjoy a win now unless you
hud that chance."
The temptation was too great for
her. She let him run back to his car
and take from under the seat that
spare accumulator, which he quickly
"There!" exclaimed Christopher.
"You've plenty of power for your gyro-
scopes again. See, they're spinning
round like mad. Now you can get off."
As he spoke the girl sprang to her
seat. "I can never thank you enough
for—for the coals of fire. But—I'm
going to let you start first."
"No, you mustn't wait," echoed
He was standing against one of his
own driving-wheels, looking up at her
with an odd expression In his eyes, as
If he were suddenly very tired.
Christopher had quietly, stealthily
taken a penknife from his pocket and,
with his hand behind him, had driven
the little blade deep into Scarlet Run-
"I said 'we' mustn't wait. And you
must go first," she repeated.
"Sorry," said Christopher dully.
"I'm nfrald I can't obey. I appear to
be hung up, too. Tire down, I see."
Dorothy Herbert stared at the flat-
tening rubber, and M'Lellan whistled
"It would be quixotic of you to wait
for me now," went on Christopher.
"Fortune of war. But I don't give up
yet. It won't take me long to replace
this tire, and I have a fighting chance
Hesitating, half-reluctant, half-eager,
the girl let herself be hypnotized by
the command in her late enemy's eyes.
Her car moved forward. Christopher
Far out beyond the outskirts of Ed-
inburgh crowds began to line the road-
way on either side—cheering, enthusi-
astic crowds, prepared to give the win-
ners a hearty Scotch welcome.
At last Christopher struck the su-
perb line of Princes street, and far
away at the other end he could see
a crimson banner, which marked the
winning post. Speeding towards that
flutter of red was the gyroscope.
Christopher had timed his own arriv-
al as he followed, and he came In ut
the finish precisely as he had started,,
exactly two minutes behind the car
which set out before him.
Old Mr. Race had come by train to
Edinburgh to meet the winner of the
first prize, who, from telegraphic ac-
counts, he had little doubt would be
He hnd taken a suite of rooms at the
hotel which he considered best, and
had ordered the most elaborate dinner
the chef could produce. And, behold
his Joyous preparations were wasted!
A few words, well meant on M'Lel-
lan's part, and spoken In praise of
Christopher's chivalrous! generosity,
gave the old man some Idea of the
true state of the case.
Unable to trust himself longer in the
society of his fellow-man, he stumbled
upstairs ^o the private dining room,
where tin4 flower-decorated table com-
pletely maddened him. He had left
word for his nephew to follow, and
when Christopher arrived he was In
the act of throwing a large bunch of
hothouse roses Into the fire.
"Don't do that, uncle. It's murder,"
said the young man.
"I—I want to commit murder," stam-
mered Mr. Race, too furious to be co-
herent. "I'd—I'd like to murder you.
and smash up your beastly car."
"Come, Isn't that rather hitting a
man when he's down?" suggested
Christopher. "I didn't enjoy getting
beaten, you know."
"Oh, didn't you, Indeed? Then why
did you let yourself be beaten. You've
chucked away ten thousund pounds of
good money you might have had for
the taking, and a hundred thousand be-
sides—which I'm not going to leave to
a lovesick fool."
"Lovesick fool!" echoed Christo-
pher, surprised. "What do you mean?"
"Perhaps you didn't know that
M'Lellan saw you stick a knife into
your tire because you'd fallen in love
with some baby-faced girl, who—"
"Oh, did you stick u knife into it?"
cried a horrified voice at the door.
Neither jnan h«i heard a knock, or
seen the door—which hfod been closed
—gently pushed open.
As both men turned to look at her,
and Dorothy Herbert saw the elder's
fierce old face, dark red with anger,
her spirit rose.
"You shall not talk to him like that;
I don't care who you are!" she ex-
claimed. "It's nonsense to say he
cared about my 'baby face,' for I'm the
girl he allowed to beat him. Why, he
hates me—and I deserve it. He did
the noble, chivalrous thing you're
scolding him for, simply because I was
a woman, crying there in the road, and
perhaps because he knew how much
It meunt for me to win. My father Is
"I don't care who your futher Is,
child—but, for heaven's sake, who was
your mother?" faltered Mr. Race, in a
changed voice, staring with eager eyes
at the girl. "I saw you In London the
day before the start. You were In a
restaurant. I—you ure the image of
someone I once knew—someone I once
loved—who went out of my life und
"They say I'm like my mother, who
is dead," said the girl, her face soften-
ing. "Her name was Dorothy Llndeil."
"I thought so!" exclaimed the old
man. "You are Dorothy Liudell over
again. She was the only woman I
ever cared for, though she was almost
young enough to be my daughter. She
promised to be my wife; but before
the time came she ran away, and left
a note saying she couldn't make up her
mind to have me. So you're the girl
Christopher Race risked ruining him-
"I'm the girl to whom he behaved
like a knight of King Arthur's table,"
Dorothy Herbert answered.
"Then—I wish he would be a love-
sick fool. Anyhow, I forgive him now.
I wouldn't have had him do anything
different. Do you hear that, Chris?
By the time the evening was over
Christopher was quite sure, and once
for all, he was a lovesick fool. When
Ills uncle accused him of It again—In a
very different tone—he confessed. No
scolding followed, however.
"She'll get a rich husband If she
takes you," the old man said. "But—
I don't believe she'll be marrying you
for your money. Ypu have certain at-
tractions, and I've an Idea she's aware
of them already. It's only fair you
should get a prize of some sort, and I
expect she'll see that. She seems won-
derfully fair-minded—for n woman—
and not conceited, either; so whether
she'll think she's good enough to make
up to you for the ten thousand pounds
you flung at her, to say nothing of the
hundred thousand you'd have lost If
she hadn't had her mother's face, who
Nobody could tell. But Christopher
usked that question, or something
qulvalent, and Dorothy answered that
she would do her best.
(END OF SCARLET KUNNEEJ
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that brought In by Immigrants from
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back guarantee that each spoonful
will clean your sluggish liver better
than a dose of nasty calomel and that
it won't make you sick.
Dodson's Liver Tone is real liver
medicine. You'll know It next morn-
ing, because you will wake up feel-
ing fine, your liver will be working,
your headache and dizziness gone,
your stomach will be sweet and your
Dodson's Liver Tone is entirely
vegetable, therefore harmless and
cannot salivate. Give It to your chil-
dren. Millions of people are using
Dodson's Liver Tone instead of dan-
gerous calomel now. Your druggist
will tell you that the sale of calomel
is almost stopped entirely here.—Adv.
"I see Indian regimentH are to b«
"Yes; when they get on the front
and begin scalping the enemy the Ger-
mans are going to have some hair-rais-
YES! LIFT A CORN
OFF WITHOUT PAIN!
Cincinnati man tells how to dry
up a corn or callus so it lifts
off with fingers.
You corn-pestered men and women
need suffer no longer. Wear the shoes
that nearly killed you before, says this
Cincinnati authority, because a few
drops of freezone applied directly on a
tender, aching corn or callus, stops
soreness at once and soon the corn or
hardened callns loosens so It can be
lifted off, root and all, without pain.
A smnll bottle of freezone costs very
little at any drug store, but will posi-
tively tnke off every hard or soft corn
or callus. This should be tried, as It
is Inexpensive and is said not to irri-
tate the surrounding skin.
If your druggist hnsn't any freezone
tell him to get a small bottle for you
from his wholesale drug house.—adv.
Too Much Gratified.
"They say the ex-czar of Russia Is
very fond of fish."
"Then he ought to be Rntlsfied with
the pretty kettle of It he's In Just
COVETED BY ALL
but possessed by few—a beautiful
head of hair. If yours is streaked wltii
gray, or is harsh and stiff, you can re-
6tore it to Its former beauty an<l lus-
ter by using "La Creole" Hair Drest*
lng. Price $1.00.—Adv.
"It seems that the people in na-
tions on short rations are not follow-
ing the usual order."
"What Is that?"
"They are whining but not dining."
The rain which falls upon the Unit-
ed States every year equals In amount
the water In ten- Mississippi rivers.
How lucky some men would be If
they should lose their reputations I
Don't Be Yellow
You want to see your clothes
on wash day, a beautiful,
clear, dazzling white —not
yellow—don't you? Then use
Red + Gross
and watch the result Don't
take chances—get the best
bluing—that's Red Cross.
All good Grocers sell It.
Large Package 5 cents.
t^nnger la the best sauce.
Kill All Flies!
Plnmd anywhere.Daisy Fly KllUr attract* and kfTJarfl
fties. Nul. cImq, ornamental, convenient, tad ti— _
Daisy Fly Killer
HAROLD tOMERft. ISO Dl RAlfi AVI . BHOOtU *M. M.
SAVE VOIR MONEY.- ~ ^
One box of Tutt'e Pllfa aave many 4oOare to Mo-
tor' $ blUs. A remedy lor dleeaaes o< (be aver.
■Ick headache, dyspepela, constipation mm
biliousness, a million people erutorea
▲ atoiaucb specialist advi*o« tM
Aqua I'ura ■ frW
TablespoonfnI after oulij It i
• hole pioi. Drufglaie propane It-Try t%,
It should be prepared for |100l.
1 W. N. U., Oklahoma City, No. 21—1917,
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