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STANTON WINS By Elhaner M. Ingram Author of "The Game and the Candle." "The Flying Mercury," etc. Ilhrta ttmlir b Frederic Therabargh "opyright 191. The Bobbe-Merrill Oompng SYNOPSIS. At the beginning of great autpmobile race the mechanlcian of the Mercury, Stanton's machine, drops dead. Strange youth, Jesse Floyd. volunteers, and is ac cepted. In the rest during the twenty Sour hour race Stanton meets a stranger. Mlss Carlisle, who Introduces herself. The Mercury wins race. Stanton receives flowers from Miss Carlisle, which he ig nores. Stanton meets Miss Carlisle on a train. They alight to take walk, and train leaves. Sta.nton and Miss Carlisle follow in auto. Accident by which Stan ton is hurt is mysterious. Floyd, at lunch with Stanton, tells of his boyhood. Stan ton again meets Miss Carlisle and they ine fogether. Stanton comes to track sick, but makes race. They have acci dent. Floyd hurt. but not seriously. At dinner Floyd ttlls Stanton of his twin slster, Jessica. Stanton becomes very lit and loses consciousness. On recovery, at his hotel Stanton receives invitation and visits Jessica. They go to theater togeth er, and meet Miss Carlisle. Stanton and Floyd meet again and talk business. They agree to operate automobile factory }s partners. FIlvd becomes suspicious of Miss Carlisle. Stanton again visits Jes sica, and they become fast friends. Stan ton becomes suspicious of Miss Carlisle. Just before important race tires needed for Stanton's car are delayed. CHAPTER XI-(Contlnued). 'The assistant manager stared in a reproach touched with hysteria. His collar was wilted, his eye-glasses dan gled by their cord. "Buy them? Buy enough racing tires fitting the MIercury to last you for a three hundred mile road race, and get them here by to-morrow morn ing? What's the matter with you, Stanton ?" "Well, since there is nothing to do but eat, come to dinner, Floyd," said the other. "It isn't dinner, it's supper," cor rected his mechanician. "This is the country and you had your dinner at noon. But I'll come, anyhow." At the table in the course of the meal, a small tea-pot was set before Stanton. '"Chocolate, sir," he was apprised. "Why, you had none at luncheon!" The pompadoured waitress giggled. "No, sir. But the gentleman sent a boy after some and came down and paw the cook, and cook's that fond of nonsense, and she fifty-four next De cember-" Stanton looked across into Floyd's mirthful gray eyes. "I hadn't anything better to do," was the malicious explanation. "And I was afraid your nerves would go to pieces if you didn't get your usual drug and then you'd wreck us to-mor row." "He'd coax a bird off a tree, sir," tittered the departing maid. "Give me your cup and have some," Stanton briefly commanded. "Going to throw it at me, like you did that jug of water on the first night we raced together?" teased his com panion, obeying. Stanton's head lifted slightly, the re gard in which he enveloped Floyd was almost savage in its leap of intense Rnd tenacious passion. Such a glance from man to woman would have been a declaration, from man to man it was not a thing to be voiced. Floyd him Self faltered before it, startled into pallor. "You can throw it at me, if you like, and square up," was all Stanton said, and reached for the sugar-bowl with this customary nonchalance. "Thanks; it's boiling, I guess I won't," Floyd acknowledged. But he did not look at the other, and his mJanner was troubled. The meal was ended and the even ing had commenced, when a telegram came in from New York. "Car marked Ruby Co. consigned to Mercury Co. Coney Island, left here last night." Mr. Green uttered a howl and felt for the telephone. "They've shipped the car to Coney Island.instead of to Long Branch," he raged. "The tires mtist be out at the Beach track, or near it." "Don't telephone; send some one out there to get them," advised Stan ton practically. "I've got to be here, and I can't get our New York men In time, now." "Well, I'll go, then. Coney Island has got to be raked fine and the tires brought here as soon as they are found." "You? You? Traveling and wear ing yourself out on the eve of a gruel ling race? No. Go to bed and get your rest, please, Stanton. I'll send some one." Stanton did not go to bed, but he went into the hotel room across the hall and played billiards with three of his fellow-drivers. He was less for bidding, less caustic of speech than formerly. Floyd had taught him the art of companionship. Before the game ended, the four players found themselves very good company and drank a good night in Apollinaris, to the landlord's Bacchio disgust. About ten o'clock, Stanton looked nlto the apartment where Ms GrenA sat between the telegraph operator and the telephone. "Where is Floyd ?" he casually wondered. "Hello, hello-no, hold the wire. What is it? Floyd? Oh, he's gone to Coney Island. Hello, yea-wrong number." "To Coney Island! You sent him?" "He offered to go," Mr. Green Jerkily imparted. "Please go to bed, won't you? Floyd can take care of himself, I should think, and he has had a two weeks' rest to get ready for this." "'What do you mean? He has been working at the factory or with you ever since we came back from Indian apolis." In a nervous exasperation the assist ant manager whirled his chair around. "He had a two weeks' vacation," he reiterated crossly. "He told me that he was going off by himself for a quiet rest. You don't have to know every thing, Stanton. I fancy he needed a rest after what you put him through out west, he asked me not to tell you about it. Hello--454-" Stanton paused for a moment, dumb, then turned on his heel and went out. He was so stunned and bitterly an gered that little red flecks danced be fore his vision. Floyd had lied to him, systematically deceived him; in order to escape from his too pressing friend ship, no doubt. He remembered that the mechanician had always shrunk from his personal advances and only yielded to them under compulsion. Now he understood the letter which he had received the previous night from Green, and Mr. Bailey's confused answer to his question about Floyd. He had been put off :to be amused by Jessica, until Floyd was again ready to use him in the plans for the Comet factory. Jessica! Stanton stopped short in the dark hall. Had Jessica also deceived him? Was she too play ing a part in order to keep him in a good humor? He struck his clenched hand violently against the wall beside him. "What's that?" cried the affrighted Mr. Green, within the room. "Who--" "I ran against the wall, in the dark," Stanton called, his voice a little hoarse, but evenly controlled. "Good night." "Good night. We'll fix things all right, Stanton; you take a good sleep." "I shall," promised the driver. He did not. At seven o'clock, the next morning, c Mr. Green burst into the hotel dining- r room where Stanton was at breakfast. C "He's got them! They're coming," l he rejoiced maniacally. "The car wasn't at Brighton, but he located it s ten miles farther over, on a siding. d And he raised such a disturbance around the express people's ears that C they unloaded the tires then and there, and rushed out two motor trucks to cart them across to us. They'll be ° here by eight and the race starts at nine. I have been up all night-an a hour ago it looked as if you would o have to be withdrawn from the con- e test for lack of a few sets of rubber e tires. That fool tire company!" He wiped his forehead. "Don't you want to come out to the course, after you R finish here? Floyd is due on the train p which arrives in fifteen minutes, if he a isn't smothered by the crowd. I never ii saw such a mob of people; they have d been coming since dawn; all night, in n fact, and they're still coming." "Yes," acquiesced the other un- g emotionally. His dark face gave an t - d b r Played Billiards With Three of HIs Fellow Drivers. effect of bronzelike immobility, his n blue-black eyes held steel glints. b "Well," the assistant manager re sumed, and paused. The pompadoured waitress was b leaning between them, placing a tea- 11 pot on the table. "Chocolate, sir," she giggled. Stanton pushed back his chair, then checked himself as sharply. t "No," he stated, and set the pot t away from before him. a The movement was not violent, but t there was in it so much poorly re- t strained force that the china vessel n shattered upon striking the table and c all the fragrant brown liquid ran over b the white cloth. The girl exclaimed in t dismay, Mr. Green stared; Stanton t only dropped a dollar-bill beside his a plate and rose to go. "I am ready," he signified. The Mercury camp was a scene of a animated preparation, twenty minutes s later, when Floyd emerged from the I dense press of arriving spectators and gained the inclosure. The assistant manager almost received him in his arms, the rest of the force clustered around. Gay, blithe, triumphant, here, if it wasn't for you." he de clared, once. 1 "I'm awfully bright," Floyd agreed, but he did not smile. The machines were preparing to go 4 to their stations for the start, Stan- 1 ton was in his seat at the wheel, when 1 Floyd came over, and leaning against the car, looked up into the river's 1 tamo1 Dr "What have I done?" he asked aim. ply. ly Both men were still unmasked, their privacy of speech was secured by the e. uproar around them. Stanton looked to grimly back. 1 "Lied to me. You were not kept away from New York by work with G"reen, or any other work, for the last n two weeks." , A tinge of scarlet streaked Floyd's if pallor, he bent his head. e "Yes, I lied to you," he admitted. r Stanton's gauntleted hand closed on his wheel. "There was no need. Your time was u your own, Floyd; I claimed no control over you. I don't know why you did it, to be rid of me for a while, I suppose, but the' reason doesn't matter. Last night I thought a good many wild things about you, and your sister,. but t this morning I've got my grip again. t No doubt you had all you could stand of me, I'm not precisely lovable and I would have understood if you had Just told me so. But I will have no friend I can't trust all the way. Get in-we will finish this race, and part." Floyd raised his head and gave to the stern scrutiny his candid gray eyes. "Stanton, trust me all the way now," he appealed. "Can you do that? Can you take my word that your friendship is the only thing in the world I want? If I deceived you, it was so I could be here to race with you to-day." I will tell you afterward, I can't now." "You mean-" Floyd held out his hand. "I've got everything badly mixed ul but it's clean to offer you, Stanton." As swiftly impulsive as his condem nation was Stanton's movement as he bent to give the clasp. "All right," he said curtly. "Get in; I ought to have given you a chance." And as the other obeyed: "I didn't mean to meet you as I did, an hour ago, anyhow; it slipped me." "They're signaling," warned Mr. Green, hurrying over. "Are you ready? Both of you?" From his place beside Stanton, Floyd turned a face of incarnate sun shine to the assistant manager, a face so changed in its color and glow and warmth that all who saw drew breath in sheer wonder. "We're ready," his lilting tones as sured. "Don't worry." Stanton laughed with him, fastening on the mask, and sent the Mercury rolling forward. The world was right once more, and life sane. It was an exquisite morning; wind less, cool, with happy little effects of snowy cloud against a cobalt-blue sky. The October air was a summer distilled cordial, an ethereal intoxi cant. The racers had no time to no tice it, yet the effect was there. The speed made on the first laps was reo ord-breaking. The brown or gray streak of roanI ahead, the deadly turns, the treacher ous smooth hill down whidh it was so easy to make speed and still more easy to meet disaster-for the first hour Stanton had no attention to spare from these. Moreover, the spectators were massed over the course in many places, recoiling just enough to leave a lane for each car's passage, and so imposing another anxiety upon the drivers who knew the swerve of a foot must bring death to some one. "Car behind," Floyd's clear accents gave the familiar cautions, from time to time. "He's tryin' to get us before the turn. The Atalanta's head in the dust." The pace maintained was the fastest at which the Mercury could be held to the road. It was Stanton's way to gain the lead first, when possible, then keep a steady average regardless of his rivals' spurts of speed; unless the race were too short to permit such tactics or the contest too close. Now, at the end of the second hour Floyd made the desired announcement, as they shot past the grand-stand and the bulletin boards. "We're leadin'. The tires have been holdin' fine-look out for them this round." Stanton moved his head affirmative ly, his narrowed eyes unswerving from the line of course ahead. Heeding the advice, he did take the turns more carefully. (TO BE CONTINUED.) Bird's Nest In Mall Box. Probably a bird's nest in a rural mail box is a rare thing, if it has ever happened before, but out in Oswe gatchie a small bird has taken posses. sion of a mail box and has already. built her nest and laid three eggs and it looks as though she would complete her work of hatching and rearing her young. The particular box picked out by the bird is one that is in use daily and the mail carried never misses a stop at this box. Mrs. Bird seems to enjoy the idea to have the mail carrier lift the cover of the box and deposit the mail and will sit on her nest as uncon cerned as can be. The mail box has been fixed so that L will not close en tirely so that the bird may complete the task of rearing her young. It is not known what kind of a bird this is, but it is thought that it is a phebe, being brown of color and about the size of a sparrow and laying sky-blue eggs.-Watertown Correspondent New London Day. Much Required of Physicians. In Beloochistan when a physician; gives a dose he is expected to par take of a similar one himself as a guarantee of his good faith. Should the patient die under his hands the, relatives, though they rarely exercise it, have the right o. putting him to death, unless a special agreement has been made for treeing him from all responsibility as to co. Jequenoesi while, if they should decide upon im molating him, he is expected to yield to bhi fate like a man OFFICIAL UNIFORM OF BEAUTY Potentate of Microscopic South American State Wished to Make impression on People. For the seventeenth time in three years the microscopic South Ameri can state had undergone a change of administration, and the new potentate, President Casper the three hundred and second, had summoned an artist, and was ordering new designs for all the official uniforms. "I want something striking," he de 'lared-"something showy, even. My people are impressed by such things. I have here some sketches I made my self. Look them over, and be guid ed by these ideas as far as possible." The artist examined them carefully. They were gorgeous affairs. Green coats vied with crimson vests in bril liancy, orange-colored trousers with scarves of Cambridge blue. All the colors of the rainbow were there. "Ah!" he said, turning the pages. "This is evidently for the navy, this for the army, this for the-this-what is this for, with the long plume on the three-cornered hat, the bright yellow lress, trimmed with purple, and-" "That," explained the president bravely, "is for the secret policel" London Answers. Corrected. The friend took the visiting Boston ian to the ball game. The Bostonian didn't care for the game, but the local man had nothing else to show him. 'There, see," said the native; "the pitcher has just thrown a curved ball. Did you notice it?" 'I noticed it," replied the Bostonian. "But I wouldn't call it curved. I would call it sinusoidal." Whereupon the native ceased to of fer further information-and they left the grounds at the end of the sixth inning, the home team being hope lessly in the minority.-Cleveland Plain Dealer. A Real Philanthropist. A North side lumber dealer con tracted to supply a lot of lumber to a stranger. On looking it over he found it full of knotholes and told his cus tomer about it frankly. "You may not want this lumber," he said. "Why not?" "I want to be honest with you. It's full of knotholes." The stranger only laughed. "I'll take it," he declared. "This lumber is to go around some baseball grounds. Knotholes won't hurt mat ters any. I was a kid myself once." -Pittsburg Post. He Had an Explanation. A committee had the state senator on the carpet. "Didn't you promise if we elected you to get our country good roads?" "Why, certainly, gentlemen." "Did you do it?" "No. You see airships are getting very common now, I thought we'd bet ter wait a few years. Maybe we won't need any roads at all then. 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Yet such is the case, and perhaps it may be more surprising to learn that during the summer months the climate is mild and equable, although the extreme northern part of the country is north of the arctic circle says a writer in the Dundee Courier. Last year I spent four months in this historical and romantic island, the inhabitants of which still keep to their ancient customs in language, dress and government. The latter, although nominally Dan ish, as the king of Denamrk has the veto, have, since 1903, had their own minister, who, under the direction of a parliament which meets every two years, looks after the affairs of the country. The crown has not yet once exercised the right to "dismiss or amend any of the bills passed by the althing since the practically home rule bill of 1903 was*passed. During my visit th4 one-hundredth anniversary of the birth of Jon Sigurds son, the great patriot who established free trade with all nations in 1854, was held, and the opportunity taken to open the new university. Former students had to study at Copenhagen or other recognized universities, but now they can take their degree in law, medicine or divinity at Reykjavik. The opening was very impressive and picturesque, the whole town and countryside turning out in gala attire, many coming from villages or lonely farms forty to fifty miles distant on their strong little ponies, which are almost the only means of travel ing, as there are no railways in the country. A few had little carts decor ated with shrubs and artificial flowers. After the ceremony, which took place in the parliament house (the univer sity proper is in the parliament house, but there are several classrooms in various parts of the town), the may or made a short speech, after which the band struck up the Icelandic na tional anthem, a very weird and dole ful .tune. Reykjavlk an Up to Date Capital. A procession was then formed, headed by the band playing the Dan ish national anthem, followed by the foreign tonsuls, who were all in uniforms, the town and county coun cilors, the decorated cars and little girls and boys (the former all dressed in white) carrying the national flag came in the rear. The procession then proceeded to the cemetery, where a massive laurel wreath was placed on Sigurdsson's grave, which is marked by a handsome monument. The capital itself is modern and up to date. While I was there a Dan ish theatrical company performed in the little theater, and an excellent cinematograph entertainment was held every night, where one might see everything from the coronation pro cession to the Grand National. One of the two large and comfort able hotels boasts of excellent music in the resttaurant every evening, both summer and winter. The althing or parliament consists of forty members, who represent the 70,000 inhabitants on the island, of which 11,000 reside in Reykjavik. It is not generally known that Ice land and not Britain is the mother of parliaments. In 929 a representative parliament was constituted, and its first meeting was held at Thingvellir, a great sunken plane between two lava rifts, with Thingvalla lake before it and the gigantic Broadshield moun tain looking down upon it. Tbingvellir, which is thirty-five miles distant from Reykjavik, has a weird and indescribable beauty and fascination of its own. There are many rifts and fissures in the lava cov vered plains, which make it danger ous for strangers to roam without a guide. Many of these rifts in the lava rock are almost hidden by the undergrowth and an unwary step might precipitate one forty feet into ioe cold water of an unknown depth. Quite close to the inn and the par sonage is the largest rift. In the cen ter of this is the Rock of Laws, which is almost an Island, where nearly 1,000 euars ago laws were made and judg ments passed. Further south a detached rock is known as the blood stone, where for certain offenses the backs of criminals were broken and the bodies were thrown into the deep transparent water, which rises from some subterranean source and runs from the rift underground toward the lake. The ruins of the booths where the members of the thing, or parliament. and where at times long ago the heroes of the Sagas dwelt, are still visible. Iceland an Anglers' Paradise. The Thingvalla lake teems with trout and char, as do almost all the lakes and rivers in Iceland. The rivers mostly belong to farmers who own their own land and who charge from 1 to 2 kroner (1 kroner is equal to about 25 cents) a day per rod. Trout of from one to five pounds are plentiful and it is a rare occasion in deed when one does not return with a full basket. There are a number of salmon riv ers, the best of which is the Laxas, near Reykjavik, which is let to an Englishman, but excellent sport can be got in remoter districts at a mod erate charge. In the season excellent shooting can be obtained. No license is re quired and the farmers generally give permission to shoot over their land. Ptarmigan, snipe, whimbrel, plover. ducks and wild swan abound. Among the trips which can be tak en from Reykjavik are Thingvellir and Hekla, the latter about 5,000 feet above sea level, which is the highest volcanic mountain in Iceland, and as late as 1878 was in eruption and did a great deal of damage to the sur rounding farms. Fortunately, no lives were lost. It commenced on Septem ber 2 and lasted over four months, the ashes actually being carried as far as Shetland. Excellent accommodation can be had at the Parsonage, Fellsmuli. It is usual, however, to take several pack ponies, as well as riding ponies, to carry tents and other equipment to camp out. If the Great geyser is in cluded the trip will last at least a week. There is an inn near the geyser where a bed can be obtained and soap purchased. Strange to say, the Great geyser will sometimes not con descend to spout unless he receives from 20 to 60 pounds of soap, and then he may remain sulky for a full week or even longer, but on occasions he may spurt several times a day. Why the soap affects him is unknown, and likely will remain unknown for all time coming. On the main country roads cara vans of pack ponies from five to twelve in number are frequently met with. The ponies are tied head to tail; that is the leader will have a rope attached to his tail which is fastened to the bridle of the following pony, and so on; and sometimes cows and goats are included. Punctuality is not a strong point with the Icelanders, a few hours here or there making no difference in keep ing appointments. Taking them all round, however, they are a good na tured and extremely intelligent lot, and certainly put the average British. er to shame in their knowledge of languages, nearly all speaking Danish and English, as well as their own. The recognized guides are highly ed ucated and cultured men, who can be relied upon to provide good ponies, riding saddles and pack saddles. Iceland has no trees with the ex ception of two 'or three small woods on the east coast. The government has been endeavoring to cultivate pines and firs near Reykjavik, but hitherto have met with but little suc cess. In ReykJavik there is a large and handsome museum, which from an antiquarian point of view is of im mense interest. Among its collections are many manuscripts belonging to the old Saga writers. Under the same roof is a natural history collection embracing specimens of all the ani. mals, birds and fish in Iceland. There is also a splendid library and a good reading room with some thousands of books of reference in Icelandio Engs lish, German and French.