Eleanor M. Ingram
Author of "The Game
and the Candle," "The
Flying Mercury," etc.
apyrilght 1919. The Hobbs-Merrill Uomuan,
At the beginning of great automobile
race the mechanician of the Mercury
Btanton's machine, drops dead. Strange
outh Jesse Floyd, volunteers, and Is aco
opted. In the rest during the twenty
r hour race Stanton meets a stranger
ss Carlisle, who introduces herself. Thi
Mercury wins race. Stanton reoeiveu
flowers from Miss Carlisle, which he ig
pores. Stanton meets Mis Carlisle on a
train. They alight to take walk, and
train leaves. Stanton and Miss Carlisle
follow in auto. Accident by which Stan,
ton is hurt is mnysterious. Floyd, at lunot
with Stanton. tells of his boyhood. Stan
ton again meets Miss Carlisle and the)
ne together. Stanton comes to tracli
sick, but makes race. They have accl.
dent. Floyd hurt, but not seriously. Al
dinner Floyd tells Stanton of his twin
sister, Jessica. Stanton becomes very 11i
lnd loses consciousness. On recovery, at
is hotel Stanton receives invitation and
visits Jessica. They go to theater togeth.
er, and meet Miss Carlisle. Stanton and
oyd meet again and talk business.
They agree to operate automobile factory
partners. Floyd becomes suspicious of
SCarlisle. Stanton again visits Jes
loa, and they become fast friends. Stan
on becomes suspicious of Miss Carlisle.
ust before important race tires needed
or Stanton's care are delayed. Floyd
races the tires and brings them to camp.
ring race Stanton deliberately wrecks
is car to save machine in track. Stan
ton and Floyd thrown out and lose con
sciousness. Two weeks later Stanton
wakes, and believes Floyd dead. Miss
Carlsle admits she was responsible for
aeoldent to Stanton and for his previous
illness. They part. Stanton visits Jes
ales, and much of mystery is unraveled.
The acute question pierced deep.
Out of Stanton's suffering leaped the
truth in a cry of vehement passion
"I do not know! Jessica, Jessica, I
lo not know! I want both. I love
rou, I want you for my wife; left with
him, I would have missed you. If I
oared for you because you were like
him, if I see him now in you, what
matter? I tell you I want you, but I
shall want him all my life. I want the
one who rode beside me, the one who
'stood with me through rough or
smooth, the one who knew me and I
p . -I want my comrade, Jes Floyd."
Thi ha&ed strength qf paan, thy
flerce outcry of savage bereavement
left the atmosphere swept to primi
kive clarity, free of all small things.
The girl drew h'erseli erect, even her
lips colorless in her absolute pallor
but her eyes meeting him on his own
ground of desperate honesty, and
raised her hands to her head.
Stanton saw her lace sleeves fall
back, and a zigzag scar start into
view on her slender left arm. Like
bands of silk ribbon she unwound the
heavy braids of hair and flung them
aside, letting a mass of short, boyish,
bronze curls tumble about her fore
There was no mistake possible, ever
again. He did not know that he spoke,
yet his cry reached the street below.
"I am Floyd."
"I am Jessica."
The room reeled giddily, his vision
blurred. And as his composure went
down in chaos, her courage rose up to
,aid his need.
"You're goin' to take it hard," com
pessioned her earnest voice. "I've
been doin' wrong to you, while I
thought I was only hurtin' myself. I'm
The lisp, the soft extcitement-born
accent so blent with memories of
splendid peril and comrade risk, fell
,on ready ears.
"God!" breathed Stanton, and sank
'.l-to a chair, dropping his face upon
ns arm as it rested on the little tea
"You've got to bear it; there's' only
me. But that's the only 'way I've de
eeived you, Stanton." The rustle of
her dress came strangely with his
name in those clear tones. "All that
:I told you of my life is true, except
Jes. My father had to have a son, an'
'he made me one. At first, when I was
little, it was for fun he called me Jee
when I had my boy-clothes on, an'
'played there were two of us. But
when we found that all the country
side, all the factory hands, every one
except my nurse believed Jes and
Jessica twins, we let it go on. It
made it easier for him in trainin' me
to be his partner. For he said I was
man-fit for that. So Jee studied an'
raced an' worked with him all day; in
the evenin' Jessica wore frocks and
frills. We lived alone in the big
house; it was so easy. I used to dark
en my skin a bit; that was all. You're
not lsteuin'-you want time to think
ie neitner moven nor contradicted.
"'line for readjustment he did need,
or realization of this and himself.
Standing, a slim, upright figure, she
gave it to him, waiting while the little
Swiss clock on the mantle chattered
through many minutes.
"When my father died," she re
sumed, at last, "aflter I found out that
I wasn't goin' to die, too. I saw Jes
was able to earn his livin' while Jes
slca was liable to starve. I had it in
my blood to love that work, I suppose;
I told you once that the very smell of
exhaust gas drove me out of myself
with speed-fever. Every racer knows
it, you know it, that feelin'. So I got
a place in the Mercury factory; an'
that way I met you. I don't know how
to make you understand!"
i. He interrupted her ruthlessly, al
most roughly, as he might once have
spoken to Floyd; not looking up.
"What of all that? You are you,
now. You've let me think you dead
for two months-you left me in hell."
"No, no!" she denied in swift de
fense. "Not that. I never guessed that
you could believe me dead; I thought
you must know me-Jessica."
"How should I know? You never
came near me. The Floyd I knew
would have come," the bitterness of
those desolate nights and days choked
There was a pause, filled with some
strange significance beyond his fath
"I couldn't come," she deprecated,
her low voice broken. "You're makin'
this hard. When I was picked up
stunned, an' taken to the hospital, aft.
er we went off the bridge, they found
I wasn't Jes. They talked of me-the
newspapers printed stories about Stan
ton's mechanician-they said, they
said you knew I was a woman when
we went West-"
The movement tlfat brought Stanton
to his feet was galvanic. He under
stood, finally, in one blinding flash of
full comprehension; understood the
doctor, the nurse, his fellow-drivers'
embarrassed reticence, and Miss Car
lisle. Understood, too, that here had
been a suffering acute as his own. And
in the man's hot outrush of protection
Jes and Jessica were fused into one.
"They'll talk to me," he grimly as
sured. "I'm not shut in a hospital,
now. Why didn't you send them to
me? You knew I'd come to you-"
His sentence broke, as his eyes
caught and held hers; Floyd's eyes,
straight and true in spite of the girl's
scarlet shame burning in either check.
"I knew, yes, you are that kind. But
how could I tell you would want to
come? How can I tell it now? You'd
see me through safely, anyhow. I'm
rememberin' that you dismissed Floyd
for one falsehood, an' I've tricked you
He drew a step nearer her; the
pulse which had commenced to beat
through him the day they started for
Indianapolis and which had ceased two
months ago, suddenly woke anew with
a long steady stroke. The old rich
sense of life ran warm along his veins.
"What of you?" he put the question.
"Brute enough I've been to Floyd. Per
haps he had too much of me for you
to want more?"
She gasped before the challenge,
then abruptly flared out, powder to
spark, defiance to mastery, as so often I
on track or course.
"You're mockin' me, Ralph Stanton!
An' I won't bear it. I've told you too 1
often that I cared, trustin' you'd never I
know the rest. I ought to have kept I
away from you, an' I couldn't do it. I
i never meant you to know I was any
•nq but Jee Floyd, I meant to be your
partner an' mechanician all my life. I
hated bein' a girl. But you came here I
d . G to Marry M Toda"
"You're Going( to Marry M" Today."
an' round Jesslca when I wasn't ex
pectin' you. When you asked me if
you might marry my sister, there at
the Comet factory, you almost killed
me. For then I did want to be a girl,
your girl. Yes, I'm sayin' it, an' I
won't marry you, I won't. I gave Jes
sica a chance. an' you didn't love her,
you loved Jes. I couldn't be happy
any more, either way. I'm tired of
wishin' the Mercury had fallen on me
-you'd better go;. I'm never goin' to
see you again."
"You're going to see me," corrected
Stanton, slowly definite, "forever.
You're going to marry me today."
She lifted her face to him as he
stood over her, the girl's piteous
beauty of it, the boy-comrade's direct
candor, the mechanician's unmurmur
ing obedience, and he saw her trem.
bling whose courage matched his own.
"Don't make me unless you want
me, truly," she whispered. "We'r
playin' square, now."
His reply was inarticulate, the ex
pression which leaped into his eyei
was that with which he once ha.
looked at Floyd across the cups o.
chocolate. Only now it came with the
fierce movement that crushed her sup
pie figure in an embrace blending ev
ery passion to be spent on man o.
"Jess, Jess-comrade Jess, love
After a while, she made the lasi
"You're sure, Ralph?"
"You've lost your racin' mechan.
"I'm not going to race; we're goin
to Buffalo to open the Comet automo.
"I've known you every minute; you
didn't all know either Jes or Jessica."
For the first time since the Mercury
car changed tires on the Cup race
course, Stanton's blue-black eyes
laughed into the gray ones.
"Perhaps not, but I know Jess Stan
ton. Get your hat and furs and come
sign your contract; we're team-mated
for the long run, my girl."
THRIFT OF OZARK COUPLE
Took Matter of Presents Into Their
Own Hands on Sliver Wedding
Everyone who has got several gifts
exactly alike will appreciate the
shrewdness of this Ozark couple who,
in the matter of presents, took things
into their own hands.
"Speakin' of being thrifty," said Hi
Buck, "reckon Cy Wasson and his
wife, that came here from Iowa, about
take the prize."
"How's that?" asked the stranger
who was waiting in front of the black
smith shop while his horse was being
"Well, you see Cy and Mirandy
wanted to celebrate their silver wed'
ding. They had never celebrated ant
anniversary before because, as Miran
dy told my wife, the silver wedding
was the first one where the presents
would be worth more than the
"Even then they worried a good deal
for fear everybody would bring pickle
forks or butter knives. But after a
while they hit on an idea that worked
"They wrote at the bottom of the
invitations, asking the folks not to buy
presents until they got there, for the
Jeweler from Buckeye Bridge would
be in the yard with a full line of sil
verware, and no two pieces alike."
"That was clever," said the stran
ler. "Picked out their own presents,
you might say."
"Yes," said Hi, "but that wasn't the
best part of it. We learned afterward
they dickered with the Jeweler and got
rim to give them 20 per cent, on all
ie sold."-Youth's Companion.
An Expert Name Manufacturer.
At a dinner in New York William
-ay Gardiner, the advertising' expert,
scored neatly off an advertising fad
that has of late been rather overdone.
"A young couple," he began, "had
been blessed with the advent of a
little son, and the Wife, at dinner one
"'What shall we name our darling,
"Jim wrinkled his brow and re
"'Well, I submit Childa, Firstbornto,
Thebol, Allours, Sunne, Ourown, Our.
"But at this point his wife shut him
up. He could, of course, have kept on
indefinitely. You see, he was one of
those advertisement writers who in
vent new names for breakfast foods,
tinned soups and patent medicines."
It is better to be picked too young
than canned too Iate,-Judge.
NEAT BARN FOR SMALL FARN
Driveway Makes Convenient Storage
for Wagons and Other Imple.
mente-Wafp in Winter.
This barn should be built for $450,
especially where a man is so situated
he can do most of the teaming at odd
times. In size, it is 84 by 88 feet, and
the driveway during the greater part
of the year makes a convenient stor
age for wagons and farm implements.
As the distance is not too great to
back out with an emptf wagon, there
are doors at only one end of the
driveway. This should make the
barn warmer in winter, writes W. A.
Radford in the Farmer's Mail and
Breeze. A space is left over the
driveway for putting hay up into the
mow overhead. This mow is capable
)f holding 15 or 20 tons of hay.
PROPER FEED FOR THE COLI
Something More Than Mere Filling II
I Required by Young Animal
I Don't Use the Whip.
(By MAY PEINTNER.)
A young and growing animal re
quires something more than mere
filling. It must have nutritious and
tissue-building, blood-making food.
It is much easier and cheaper to
put two years' growth on a colt the
first. year of its age than it is to
"make up" for a year's loss of growth
in two or three years. A good growth
the first year of a colt's life costs less
than at any other age and is twice
as valuable to the breeder-a fact
that is too often ignored. Spare the
feed and spoil the colt is surely true.
In training the colt do not use the
whip simply because you have it. It
is a very poor driver who makes a
blow the starting signal. See that
there is feed and water in abundance
sand a clean, dry bed.
Don't neglect the shoeing; it is
vital on slippery roads or pavements;
nor the blanket in cold weather, when
the colt is standing out. Don't over
load nor let the colt stand In the
sun, nor where water drops on him.
We believe that down in the heart of
every man is some kindness and
sense of justice.
To Avoid the Runty Pig.
Runty pigs stand a poor show at
the feeding trough with a bunch of
their husky brothers and sisters. As
they are crowded out of place netur
ally they do not get enough to eat to
keep them growing and they stay
A trough arranged with V-shaped
partitions set strongly in the trough,
would give the little fellows an equal
show with the big ones, and the
weaker ones could get their share of
food. A handy man can make such
a trough arrangement in an hour or
so, and the even growth of his pigs
would more than pay for his trouble.
Breaking the Colt.
The earlier the colt is made used
to the harness, the better broken the
animal will be when it comes time
for him to do some light work. It is
easier to keep colts from learning
bad tricks than to break them of
such habits. For that reason have
every strap and rope used by the
colts so strong that there is no dan
ger of a break. Once a colt finds
out that he can get away from a
halter or other parts of the harness
there will be trouble, perhaps for all
Eliminates Hard Work.
The hardest work any farm horse
ever performed was to furnish power
for the old-fashioned horse-killing
threshing machine. The gasoline en
gine has stopped that species of cruel.
Value of Good Halters.
It is cheaper to buy good halters
than to pay the damages resulting
from a runaway.
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'IE usual tourist, fresh from
visit to the gigantic work not
nearing completion betwee
£ the cities of Colon and Pans
art ma, will tell of his occasions
or- glimpses of the virgin forests and o
ita. his experiences with the natives, sub
to plementing his narrative, perhaps
ere with pictures of the jungle and o
the what he took for aboriginal Indians
the says a writer in the Geographica
End In fact, if our friend has followet
the customary route, limiting his itin
erary to a train ride from Color
across to Panama, with stops at Gatui
and Pedro Miguel, to inspect the locks
and at Culebra to see the big cut, he
knows very little of the real coun
try, and in ninety-nine cases out of a
hundred his native Indians are likel)
to have had kinky hair and African
There is undeniably plenty of jun.
gle and thicket along the future canal,
but it is almost wholly second growth;
and in those places where the prime
val vegetation has been spared, as in
the swampy lowlands between Gatun
and Bohio and in the steeper declivi.
ties of the hills, it is and has always
been more or less stunted and scarce
he and so does not give an adequate idea
he of the majestic forests that still cover
le about two-thirds of the territory of
the Republic of Panama.
If, however, our tourist is a man
.T of leisurely habits, a stranger to the
hurried ways of the present genera
s tion, he may leave the beaten track,
pick up the wanderer's stock and go
tramping over the excellent roads
built parallel to the railroad and the
canal by the government of the Canal
Zone. He will then meet occasionally
re some last vestige of the aboriginal
id vegetation and examples of the won
d derful rankness of tropical plant
L Not far from Pedro Miguel, on the
to way to Panama, stands a cluster of
Cavanillesia trees, once part of the
*h forest, but today shading a pasture.
4 Apart from the striking effect of their
,s huge straight trunks, which are out
oft proportion with their insignificant
flat crowns, these particular speci
mens are of especial interest on ac
count of the fact that they grow
I nearly at the extreme northwestern
a areal limit of the species. East
ward, in Colombia, it seems to reach
a the Magdalena river, and southward it
can be followed along the coastal plains
as far as Peru.
In thus wandering across the coun
try, instead of keeping exclusively to
n railroad trains, the traveler will have
occasion many times to wonder at
the indescribable luxuriance of vege
table life in general and to observe
the never ending struggle for su
As to the real Indians, he may suc
ceed in getting a look at some male
specimens along the wharves of Colon
or around the market in Panama
City; but the chances are that they
will mostly pass unnoticed in the
motley crowd of mixed races of
the larger towns. At least eight
tenths of the native inhabitants
of the republic show to a more or
less marked extent the stamp of Af
rican blood, and the most extraor
dinary cases of inter-breeding are ob
East of the canal, however, and not
taking the aboriginal tribes into con
sideration, the negro element vastly
predominates the settlements of Por
to Bello, Nombre de Dios, Palasque
and Vineto Frio, on the Caribbean
I sea, being formed, as it seems, by de
scendants of both West Indians and
Spanish slaves, and the villages of
i the Pacific coast-Chepo, Chiman,
Garachine-and those in the Tuyra
basin by the latter only. West of the
canal the predominance of the Af
rican element becomes less mark
ed, at least on the southern side of
the country, as one goes farther to
ward Chiriqui, where the whites and
the civilized Indians have the upper
In the years 1501 to 1503, when Rod
riguez de Bastidas and Christopher
Columbus visited the northern coast I
of the isthmus, they found it dense
ly populated. About ten years later
Balboa met.with identical conditions
along the southern coast, and all sub
sequent reports of early explorers give
evidence of the fact that the whole
country was in possession of numer. I
ous olans, the names of many of which
have been preserved.
The two principal nations were the 1
Ola~mles, extending from the Ohkri- I
a qul volcano eastward to what is to
w day the Canal Zone, and the Cuna
n Cuna, on the opposite side of the Isth
Li Up in the forbidding mountains and
if valleys that form a background to the
> landscape for the traveler on the
t, steamers plying between Panama and
f David dwells the mass of the present
G, uaymies, about 5,000 in number, in
.1 their homes scattered through savan
nas and forests. From the time of the
2 conquest to the beginning of the past
" century, they have been more or less
i under the influence of the Catholio
1 missionaries, but have since been left
to go back to most of their ancient
customs and ways of living.
Among the few vestiges left of that
t transitory semi-civilized condition un
r der religious discipline, perhaps the
I most conspicuous is the flowing gown
of the women, tight at the neck and
reaching down to the feet. In every
aboriginal tribe committed to their
guardianship the first care of civiliza
tions seems to have been to create
among those simple creatures not the
sense of modesty which is innate
among them, but a feeling of shame of
their physical beauty.
This is why in countries with a
constantly warm climate, and where
the rugged topography, the predom
inence of brush and the multiplicity
of rivers make necessary only the
scantiest clothing, we often see the
poor females moving awkwardly in
their cumbrous imposed garments,
under which, however, they still bear
the primitive and more practical bark
skirt. It is true that when there is
no stranger near the gown is mostly
discarded, and if a rain-shower sur
prises a caravan on the trail the wom
en quickly strip, wrap their togs in q
large Calathea or Heliconia leaf,
place the parcel in their load, and
then continue on their way.
The men do likewise, and besides
when they go on a hunting expedition
they invariably abandon their trousers
before starting on a run after some
wild animal. This practice has been
adopted by the other more civilized
natives in some parts, and sometimes
one discovers a whole collection of
blue trousers hanging on the lower
branches of some tree at the opening
of a forest path. In this case the
shirt that forms the only other part
of the male wearing apparel is takes
off and tied around the loins.
The Guaymtes are usually not of a
very prepossessing appearance. Their
stature is rather variable and their
bearing has not the stateliness that is
often noticed among other Indians.
Among the men the face is seldom at
tractive. The lips are usually thick,
the nose is flat and broad, and the
coarse black hair worn short.
Among the women a few were met
with who were positively pretty and
is it necessary to say?-knew it. But
beauty is not at a premium among the
Guaymi females. A woman ought first .
to be strong, healthy, and a good
beast of burden and day-worker. The
children especially the little girls, also
have frequently lovely faces, with a.
warm brown, velvety skin and beauti
ful eyes. When they reach the age
of maturity their hair is cropped short
and not allowed to grow again until
the first baby is born. Maidenhood,
however, is a short stage of life for
the Guaymi women, who not infre
quently become mothers before reach
ing their twelfth year.
Face painting is a common prao
tice, restricted apparently neither by
age nor sex, although the women
adorn themselves thus only on great
Their dwellings are located either
in the midst of the forests of the low.
er belt, in solitary clearings far apart,
or in the high savannas. In the first
instance they are always at some die
tance from the sea, as the Guaymies
forced back into the mountains by the
Spanish invaders, have long since lost
the art of navigation.
Dr. Lyman Abbott, who opposes
votes for women, was praising, on a
aouthern steamer, a young Vassar girl.
"She delighted me," he said, "in a
chat I had with her yesterday at tea.
We talked poets, we talked about the
new morality and the militant auifra
gette, and finally I said quizzically:
"'And. what, may I ask, is the
height of your ambition.'
"'81x foot two,' she answered uan.
iesitatingly, 'and he's the best rst
baseman Yalevard's had for seventei
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