Canadian Valley Record (Canton, Okla.), Vol. 8, No. 11, Ed. 1 Thursday, August 8, 1912 Page: 3 of 9
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11 SYNOPSIS.
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The story opens on Long Island, near
New York city. where Miss Emily
Ffrench, a relative of Ethan Ffrench.
manufacturer of the celebrated Mer-
sury" automobile, loses her way. The
par has stopped and her cousin, Die*
Ffrench. Is 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
Ffrench has disinherited his son, who
tiaa disappeared. He informs Emily
plainly that he would like to have her
marry Dtck, who Is 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
svents, has engaged Lestrange. and at
Ihe Ffrench factory Emily encounters the
young man. They refer pleasantly to
their meeting when Dick comes along and
recognizes the young racer. Dick Tikes
the way Lestrange Ignores their first
meeting when he appeared to a disad-
vantage. Lestr&nsre tells Emily that he
will try to educate her Indifferent cousin
aa an automobile expert. Dick under-
takes his business schooling under the
tutelage of Lestrange. Dick Is sheer grit,
ind 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 Emlly\ learning of
her attachment to Lestrange, Informs her
that the man Is his disbarred son. whom
the has never seen before being adopted
by him. He claims that his son ran away
with a dissolute actress, refuses to ac-
knowledge him, and orders Emily -
think of Dick as her future husband. A
big race Is on in the south and Ethan
Ffrench takes Emily to see It.
CHAPTER VIII.—(Continued).
\
"My mother was a Callfornlan." Le-
itrange once said, coming back from
i tour of Inspection. "She was twenty
limes as much alive as any Ffrench
that ever existed, I've been told. I
fancy she passed that quality on to
me—you know she died when I was
born—for I nearly drove the family
mad. They expected the worst of me,
ind I gave the best worst I had. But."
be turned to Dick the clear candor of
bis smile, "It was rather a decent
worst, 1 honestly believe. The most
outrageous thing I ever did was to
lead a set of seniors In hoisting a cow
Into the dean's library one night, and
10 get myself expelled from college."
"A cow?" the other echoed.
"A fat cow, and It mooed," be
stuffed the pillow Into a more com-
(ortable position. "Is that our car
running In? No, It's Just passing, if
Prank doesn't wreck my machine, I'll
jet this race. And then, the same
week, my chum and roommate ran
iway with a Doraflora girl of some va-
"JPety show and married her. I was
^bmantic myself at twenty-one, so I
atelped him through with it He was
wealthy and she was pretty; It seemed
to fit. I believe they've stayed mar-
ried ever since, by the way. But
tomehow the reporters got affairs
mixed and published me as the bride-
groom. Have you got a cigar? 1
imoke about three times a year, and
this is one of them. Yes, there was
t fine scene when I went home that
oigbt, a Broadway melodrama. I lost
ray temper easier then; by the time
ray father and uncle gave me time to
•peak. I was too angry to defend my-
self and set them right I supposed
Lhey would learn the truth by the
oext day, anyhow. And I left home
(or good In a dinner coat and raglan
with something under ten dollars In
odd change. What's that!"
"That," was the harsh alarm of the
official klaxon, coupled with the cry
of countless voices. The ambulance
gong clanged as Lestrange sprang to
£is feet and reached the door.
"Which car?" he called.
Rupert answered flrBt:
"Not ours. Number eight's burning
op after a smash on the far turn."
"Jack's car," Identified Lestrange.
and stood for an Instant "Go flag
Frank; I'll take the machine again
myself. It's one o'clock, and I've got
to win this race."
Several men ran across to the track
In compliance. Lestrange turned to
make ready, but paused beside the
awed Dick to look over the infield.
"He was in to change a tire ten
minutes ago," observed Rupert, beside
them. " 'Tell Lestrange I'm doin' time
catchln' him,' he yelled to me. Here's
boping his broncho machine pitched
dim clear from the fireworks."
When the Mercury car swung In, a
moment later, Lestrange lingered for
i last word to Dick.
"I'm engaged to Emily," he said,
gravely. "I don't know what she will
bear of me; if anything happens, I've
told you the truth. I'm old enough to
Bee It now. And I tried to square
things."
"We're here," said Bailey, to his
traveling companions. "You cant park
the car in front by the fence; Mr.
David might see you and kill himself
by a misturn. Come up to the grand-
stand Beats."
Mr. Ffrench got out In silence and
assisted Emily to decend; a pale and
wide-eyed Emily behind her veiL
"The boys were calling extras," she
suggested faintly. "They said three
accldentB on the track."
Bailey turned to a blue and gold of-
ficial passing.
"Number seven all right?" he
asked.
"On the track, Lestrange driving,"
was the prompt response. "Leading
by thirty-two miles."
A little of Emily's color rushed back.
Satisfied, Bailey lead their way to the
tiers of seats, almost empty at this
hour. Pearly, unsubstantial In the
young light, lay the huge oval meadow
and the track edging it
"I've sent over for Mr, Dick," Bailey
informed the other two. "He's been
here, and he can tell what's doing.
Four cars are out of the race. There's
Mr. David coming I"
A gray machine shot around the
west curve, hurtled roaring down the
straight stretch past the stand and
crossed before them, the mechanician
rising in his seat to catch the pendant
linen streamers and wipe the dust
from the driver's goggles In prepara-
tion for the "death turn" ahead. There
was a series of rapid explosions as the
driver shut off his motor, the machine
swerved almost facing the Infield
fence and slid around the bend with a
Bkidding lurch that threw a cloud of
soil high In the air. Emily cried out
Mr. Ffrench half rose in his place.
relief, when he went through the pad-
dock fence and broke his leg. It didn't
hurt the machine a bit. except tires,
but It lost us twenty-six laps. And It
leaves Lestrange with thirteen steady
hours at the wheel He says he can
do It."
"He's fltr Bailey questioned.
Dick turned a peevish regard upon
him.
'I don't know what you call fit He
sayB he Is. His hands are blistered al-
ready. his right arm has been band-
aged twice where he hurt It pulling
me away from the gear-cutter yester-
day, and he's had ♦hree hours' rest
out of the last eleven. 8ee that heap
of Junk over there; that's where the
Alan car burned up last night and
sent Its driver and mechanician to the
hospital. I suppose If Lestrange isn't
fit and makes a mlscue we'll see
something like that happen to him and
Rupert."
"No!" Emily cried piteously.
Remorse clutched Dick.
"I forgot you, cousin," he apologized.
"Don't go off; Lestrange Bwears he
feels fine and gibes at me for worry-
ing. Don't look like that"
"Richard, you will go down and or-
der our car withdrawn from the race,"
Mr. Ffrench stated, with his most ab-
solute finality. "This has continued
long enough. If we had not been ar-
rested in New York for exceeding the
speed limit I should have been here
to end this scene at midnight"
Stunned, his nephew stared at him.
"Withdraw!"
"Precisely. And desire David to
come here."
"I won't" "aid Dick flatly. "If you
want to rub It into Lestrange that
way. send Bailey. And 1 say It's a
confounded Bhame."
"Richard I"
His round face ablaze, Dick thrust
bis hands In his pockets, facing his
uncle stubbornly.
"After his splendid fight, to stop him
now ? Do you know how they take be-
ing put out thoBe fellows? Why.
when the Italian car went off the track
for good, last night, with its chain
tangled up with everything under-
neath, Its driver sat down and cried.
And you'd come down on Lestrange
when he's winning— 1 won't do it.
I won't! Send Bailey; I can't tell
him."
"If you want to discredit the car
and Its driver, Mr. Ffrench, you can
f
M
has the right to decide whether David
shall continue this risk of his life.
Emily, do you wish the car with-
drawn?"
"I?" the young girl exclaimed,
amazed. "I can call him here—safe—■"
Her voice died out as Lestrange s
car roared past, overtaking two rival*
on the turn and sliding between them
with an audacity that provoked rounds
of applause from the spectators. To
call him in from that, to have him safe
with her—the mere thought was a de-
light that caught her breath. Yet ®he
knew Lestrange.
The three men watched ber In keen
suspense. The Mercury car had
passed twice again before she raised
her head, and in that space of a hun-
dred seconds Emily reached the final
unselfishness.
"What David wnnts," she said.
"Uncle, what David wants."
"You're a brick!" cried Dick, In a
passion of relief. "Emily, you're a
brick!"
She looked at him with eyes be
never forgot
"If anything happens to him, I hope
I die too," she answered, and drew
the silk veil across her face.
"Go back, Mr. Dick, you're no good
here," advised Bailey, in the pause.
"I guess Miss Emily is right, Mr.
Ffrench; we've got nothing to do but
look on, for David Ffrench was wiped
out to make Darling Lestrange."
When Lestrange came Into his
camp for oil and gasolene, near eight
o'clock. Dick seized the brief halt the
first in three hours.
'Emily's up in the stand," he an-
nounced. "Send her a word, old man;
and don't get reckless in front of her."
"Emily?" echoed Lestrange, too
weary for astonishment. "Give me a
pencil. No, I can't take off my gaunt-
let; It's glued fast I'll manage. Ru-
pert, go take an hour's rest and Bend
me the other mechanician."
'I can't get off my car; It's glued
fast," Rupert confided, leaning over
the back of the machine to appropri-
ate a sandwich from the basket a man
was carrying to the neighboring camp.
'Go on with your correspondence,
dearest."
So resting the card Dick supplied on
the steering wheel, Lestrange wrote a
difficult two lines.
He was out again on the track
when Dick brought the message to
Emily.
"I Just '.old him you were here,
cousin," he whispered In her ear, and
dropped the card In her lap.
"I'll enjoy this more than ever, with
you here," she read. "It's the right
place for my girl. Ill give you the
cup for our first dinner table, tonight.
"DAVID."
Emily lifted her face. The tragedy
of the scene was gone, Lestrange's
eyes laughed at her out of a mist The
sky was blue, the sunshine golden;
the merry crowds commencing to pour
In woke carnival In her heart
"He said to tell you the machine
was running magnificently," supple-
mented Dick, "and not to Insult his
veteran reputation by getting nervous.
He's coming by—look."
He was coming by; and, although
unable to look toward the grand-stand
he raised his hand In salute as he
passed, to the one he knew was
watching. Emily flushed rosily, her
dark eyes warm and shining.
"1 can wait" she sighed, gratefully.
'Dickie, I can wait until It ends
now."
Dick went back.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
PROFESSOR WAS THE LIMIT
Which Goes to Show That Wives
Should Be Careful About Overbur-
dening Husband's Mind.
Sharp Pains
In the BacK
Point to HWdw
Kidney Trouble,
Have you a
lame hack, ach-
ing day and
night?
Do you feel a
sharp pain after
bending over?
When the kid-
neys seem sore
and the action
Irregular, use
Doan's Kidney
Pills, which have
cured thousands.
A Colorado Case
John T. Scantling. Trinidad. Colo.,
says: "I was confined to bed so help-
less I had to be fed. Nothing helped
me until I used Doan's Kidney Pills,
and they did me a world of good. I
have never missed a day's work
since."
Get Doan's at any Drug Store, 50c. a Box
Kidney
Uoan s puis
A Puzzle.
"Birds of a.feather flock together."
"How about a rooster and a crow?"
Paxtlne Antiseptic sprayed Into the
nasal passages is a surprisingly suc-
cessful remedy for catarrh. At drug-
gists, 25c a box^or sent po&tpaid on re-
ceipt of price by The Paxton Toilet
Co., Boston, Mass.
Trouble's Way.
"He always climbed a tree when he
saw trouble coming."
"And what did trouble do?"
"Set fire to the tree and smoked
him out again."
TO DBIVE^OJJT M
CULL* TONIC? tKju know"* bat you aw
TKaformola Is plainly printed on erery bottle,
showing It l simply yulnlne and iron In a tasteless
form, and the moat effectual form. Vox grow,
people and children, 60 cents.
No Danger.
"Do you believe we are In any dan-
ger of losing our birthright?"
"Not a bit—that is, those of us who
are doomed to always work for what
we get are not."
A Year Hence.
Miss Dlnnlngham—Mamma, do you
think papa knows Harold is going to
call for me in his aeroplane?
Mamma, O, I think so, dear. He's
been hanging around the skylight with
a club all afternoon.
"Here Goes Another."
CHAPTER IX.
In the delicate, fresh June dawn,
the Ffrench limousine crept Into the
Beach ^closure.
"What's the matter?" dryly queried
Bailey. "He's been doing that all
night; and a pretty turn he makes,
too. He's been doing it for about five
years, in fact, earning his living, onll
we didn't see him. Here goes an-
other."
Mr. Ffrench put on his plnce-nei.
preserving the dignity of outward
composure. • Emily saw and heard
nothing; "he was following Lestrange
around the far sides of the courBe,
around until again he flashed past
her, repeating his former feat with
appalling exactitude.
It was hardly more than five min-
utes before Dick came hurrying to-
ward them; cross, tired, dust-streaked
and gasolene-scented.
"1 don't see why you wanted to
come." he began before he reached
them. "I'm busy enough now. We're
leading; if Lestrange holds out we'll
win. But he's driving alone; Frank
went out an hour ago, oa the second
Different.
Daughter—Since it is your wish,
dear parents, that I should marry the
rich old brewer, I consent, although
he is seventy years old."
Mother—But he is only sixty.
Daughter—Sixty! Tell him to ask
me again in ten years.—Meggendorfer
Blaetter.
Mike Amazed.
Jerry was treating Mike "to a trol-
ley ride, says Judge. The conductor,
a good-looking young Irishman, came
through, collecting the fares. Mike
watched his progress with great Inter-
est. Presently he turned to Jerry
with tears in his eyes.
"Jerry." he said huskily, "I've a
lump In me t'roat."
"What for?" demanded Jerry.
" 'Tls the gladness of me that's too
big to swally!" said Mike. "Every
American has the big. generous heart!
D'ye mind the poor young felly wl'
the blue cap? 'Tls beggln' his Hvin'
he Is. I saw him hould out his hand
to twenty-slven people and ivery
blessed wan of thim gave him a
nickel!"
do it without me." slowly added Bai-
ley. "But it won't be any use to send
for Mr David, because he won't
come."
The autocrat of his little world
looked from one rebel to the other,
confounded with the unprecedented
"If I wish to withdraw him, it is to
place him out of danger," he retorted
with asperity. "Not because I wish to
mortify him, naturally. Is that clear?
Does he want to pass the next thirteen
hours under this ordeal?"
"Ill tell you what he wants," an-
swered Dick. "He wants to be let
alone. It seems to me he's earned
that"
Ethan Ffrench opened his lips and
closed them again without Bpeech. It
had not been his life's habit to let
people alone and the art was acquired
with difficulty.
"I admit I do not comprehend the
feelings you describe," he conceded, at
last "But there Is one person who
The people didn't merely look at
Professor Branefog—they stared. He
knew he was absent minded at times,
and he wondered whether he had rub-
bed his face with boot polish instead
of cold cream after he had shaved, or
whether he had forgotten to change
bis dressing gown for his frock coat
But a kind policeman put thla^s
right
"Are you aware, sir, that you are
carrying a joint of beef In your arms?"
he asked.
"Goodness, me!" said the professor.
"I knew something was wrong. My
wife told me to put her Sunday bat
on the bed, to place this Joint in the
oven, and to take the baby and the
dog out for a walk."
"You've not put the baby in the
oven, surely," said the law's guardian.
"I put something In it," said Brane-
fog; "but I don't know whether it
was the baby or the dog."
With bated breath they hurried to
the professor's house. Here, on the
bed lay the baby and the dog, but
It was Just as bad for Branefog. It was
bis wife's Sunday hat that was In the
oven!
India Not t Nation.
There is no Indian nation, and thq
nations of India differ, not only In in-
terests, history and tradition, but they
differ in regard to race feeling, and
there is strong hatred and jealousy be
tween parts of India still. There Is
nothing that keeps the peace In India
but British ml*
To The Last
Mouthful
one enjoys a bowl of
crisp, delightful
Post
Toasties
with cream or stewed
fruit — or both.
Some people make an
entire breakfast out of this
combination.
Try it!
"The Memory Lingers"
Sold by Gtocen.
Pwfum Cereal Coops* y, Limited.
B t(U Creak, Mich.. U- S. A.
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