Evening Republican, Volume 16, Number 158, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 2 July 1912 — Page 2

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The FLYING MERCURY

by Eleanor M.Ingram

Author* of “The Game end die Candle" tnostostteo* ay /Ijfy WALTERS

~W»«W —IUI0»» SYNOPSIS. The story opens on Long Island, near New York city, where Miss Emily Ffrench, a relative of Ethan Ffrench, manufacturer of the celebrated “Mercury” automobile, loses her way. The car has stopped and her cousin, Dick 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 has disappeared. He informs Emily plainly that he would like to have her many Dick, who Is a good-natured but Irresponsible fellow. It appears that—a partner of Ethan Ffrench wanting an expert to mce with the “Mercury” at auto events, has engaged Lestrange, and at the Ffrench factory Emily encounters the young man. They refer pleasantly to their meeting when Dick comes along and recognises the yodng racer. Dick likes the way Lestrange Ignores their first meeting when he appeared to a disadvantage. Lestrange tells Emily that he will try to educate her Indifferent cousin as an automobile expert. Dick undertakes 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, tinder an impulse he cannot control he kisses her and she leaves him, confessing In her own heart that Bhe returns his love. The uncle of Emily, learning of her attachment to Lestrange, Informs her that the man is his disbarred son, whom she has never seen before being adopted by him. He claims that his son ran away with a dissolute actress, refuses to acknowledge him, and orders Emily to think of Dick as her future husband. A big race Is on In the south and Ethan Ffrench takes Emily to see it.

CHAPTER Vlll.—(Continued). “My mother was a Californian,” Lestrange once said, coming back from a tour of inspection. “She was twenty times as much alive as any Ffrench that ever existed, I’ve been told. I fancy she pessed that quality on to me—you know she died when I was bora —for I nearly drove the family mad. They expected the worst of me, and I gave the best worst I had. But,” lie turned to Dick the clear candor of his smile, “it was rather a decent worst, I honestly believe. The most outrageous thing I ever did was to lead a sat of seniors in hoisting A cow into the dean’s library one night, and so get myself expelled from college." “A cow?” the other echoed. “A fat cow, and it mooed,” he stuffed the pillow into a more comfortable position. “Is that our car running in? No, it’s just passing. If Frank doesn't wreck my machine, I’ll get this race. And then, the same yreek,-my chum and roommate ran away with a Doraflora girl of some variety show and married her. I was romantic myself at twenty-one, so I helped him through with it. He was wealthy and she was pretty; 1\ seemed to fit. I believe they’ve stayed married ever since, by'the way. But somehow the reporters got affairs mixed and published me as the bridegroom. Have you got a cigar? 1 smoke about three times a year, and this is one of them. Yes, there was a fine scene when I went home that night, a Broadway melodrama. I lost my temper easier then; by the time my father and uncle gave me time to speak, I was too angry to defend myself and set them right. I supposed they would learn the truth by the next day, anyhow. And I left home for 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 his feet and reached the door. “Which car?” he called, s V Rupert answered firsts —— “Not ours. Number eight's burning up after a smash on the far turn.” “Jack’s car,” Identified Lestrange, ■ad stood for an Instant “Go flag Frank; fit 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 to 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 catchin’ him,’ he yelled to me. Here’s hoping Ms broncho machine pitched him clear from the fireworks." When the Mercury car swung in. a moment later, Lestrange lingered for a last word to Dick. | “I’m engaged to Emily," he said, gravely. “I don’t know what she will hear of me; If anything happens, I’ve told you the truth. I’m old enough to r ase it now. And 1 tried to square ■ CHAPTER IX. :'V'T -.-. J ,W* ■ %n the delicate, fresh June dawn, the .Ffrench limousine crept into the p-p-f, taclosure.

•'We'r® bare," Mid Baiter, to fete traveling companion*. “Ton can't park the oar in front by the fence; Mr. David might see yon and kUI himself by a mlsturn. Come op to the grandmt* 1 ' . .'.'--agi,--. — -* 1 Mr. Ffrench got out In silence and aestated Emily to deoend; a pale and wide-eyed Emily behind her veil *The boys were calling extras,” she suggested faintly. "They said three accidents on the track.” Bailey turned to a bine and gold official 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!” 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 preparation for the “death turn” ahead. There was a series of rapid explosions as the .driver shut off his motor, the machine swerved almoßt facing the infield fence and slid around the bend with a skidding lurch that.threw a cloud of soil high in the air. Emily cried out. 'Mr. Ffrench half rose In bis place. - •‘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, onlj we didn’t see him. Here goes another.” Mr. Ffrench put on his pince-nez, preserving the dignity of outward composure. Emily saw and heard nothing; she was following Lestrange around the far sides of the course, around until again he flashed past her, repeating his former feat with appalling exactitude. It was hardly more than five minutes before Dick came hurrying toward them; cross, tired, dust-streaked and gasolene-scented. “I don’t see why you wanted to come.” he began before he reached

"Here Goes Another."

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, on the second relief, when he went through the paddock 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 fit?” Bailey questioned. Dick turned a peevish regard upon him. “I don’t know what you call fit He says he is. His hands are blistered already, his right arm has been bandaged twice where be hurt it pulling me away from the gear-cutter yesterday, and he’s had three hours’ rest out of the last eleven. See that heap of junk over there; that’s where the Alan car burned up last uight 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. “Don’t go off ; Lestrange swears he feels fine and gibes at me for worrying. Don’t look like that." -y ■' “Richard, you will go dflwn and order our car withdrawn from the race,” Mr. Ffrench stated, with his most absolute finality. “This has continued long enough. If we had not been arrested in New York for exceeding the speed limit. I should have been here to end this scene at midnight.” Stunned, hi* nephew stared at him. .“Withdraw!“ “Precisely. And desire David to come here-” “I won’t." said Dick flatly. “If you want to rub it into 'Lestrange that way, send Bailey. And I say it’s a confounded shame.” “Richard!” His round face* ablaze, Hick thrust his hands in his, pockets, facing his uncle stubbornly. “ARM- his splendid fight, to stop him now? Do you know how they take being put out, those fellows? Why. when the Italian car went off the track far good, last night, with its chain tangled up with everything underneath, it# driver sat down and cried. And ytra’d come down on Lestrange

when he’s winning— I wont to ft, I won’t! Send Bailey; I oan’t tall him.” "If you want to discredit the ear and Its driver, Mr. Ffrincfe. you can do it without me," slowly added Bailey. “But it won’t be any use to send for Mr. David, because be wont come.** t~ — 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. "Ndt because I wish to mortify him, naturally. Is that clear? Does he want to pass the next thirteen hours under this ordeal?” *TH tell you what he wants,” answered 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 speech. 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 has the right to decide whether David shall continue this risk of his life. Emily,' do you wish the car withdrawn ?” There was a gasp from the other two men. "I?" the young girl exclaimed, amazed. "I can call him here —safe —" Her voice died out as Leetrange’s car roared past, overtaking two rivals 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-

irghrihat caught her breath. Yet, sne knew Lestrange. The three men watched her in keen suspense. The Mercury car had passed twice again before she raised her head, and in that space of a hundred seconds Emily reached the final unselfishness. “What David wants ” 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 he 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.” Having left the decision to Emily, it was in character that her uncle offered no remonstrance when she disappointed his wish. 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 announced. “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 ganntlet; it’s glued fast. I’ll manage. Rupert, go take an hour’s rest and send 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 appropriate 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 told 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. I’ll 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 poux in Woke carnival in her heart. “He said to tell you the machine was running magnificently,” supplemented 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 b« passed, to the one he knew was watching. Emily flushed rosily, hex dark eyes warm and shining. “I can wait,” she sighed, gratefully. “DlckieT I can wait until ~it ends now.” Dick went back. (TO BE CONTINUED.)

Easily Identified.

At a performance of “The Garden of Allah,” In New York the Curtain had fallen upon the scene in Count Anteoni’s garden and the two women in the second row of the gallery who had kept up a running conversation from the beginning of the lint act sighed simultaneously and remarked that “It was real nice." ' "I was wondering where the garden wu going to come in,” said one, “and now we’ve seen it; but I ain’t got the actors straight in my mind yet. Which one of ’em's Allah’ do you think ?" -•‘Why* you Just seen Mm.’’ responded the other; “the old chap that own* the garden. he‘s Allah.”

Too Active.

~I wonder wfeere Bill ia now. Such an active fellow as he waa! Always doing something", “The Inst I heard of him, he was doing time."

BALLOON BUILT TO CROSS THE ATLANTIC

DESPITE the failure Of Walter Wellman’s attempt to cross the Atlantic in a dirigible balloon, Melvin Van 1 man, one of his assistants, will try to accomplish that feat this bummer In the dirigible "Akron.” Our photograph shows the “Akron” making a trial flight at Atlantic City-

TELLS OF AUDIENCE

' $ Pen Picture of Pope Pius X. Shows His KMy Nature. Little Girl at Vatican Who Feared Pontiff’s Admiration of Her Bambino, a Replica of the Infant Christ, t Rome—A delightful picture of Pope Pius X., illustrating his profoundly genial nature and exhibiting his love of childhood, is given by John Savile Judd In an account of mi audience with the pope, one of those gatherings to which large contingents of the faithful are admitted. Among those waiting in the audience chamber was a little girl of perhaps six years old; she stood next to her mother, who held on a metal dish a figure of the infant Jesus, wrapped around as. the Italian pear gantry wrap their children today. “The effect of it,” said Mr. Judd, "was rather as if a doll had been stuffed into a white satin embroidered pincushion and a cardboard halo added. But the care that had been taken, the reverence in the care to produce a bambino worthy of a blessing, was beyond all reproach and abundantly evident, since the big eyes of the little girl were constantly raised to the dish, md now and- then a little hand reached up to touch it as if to make sure that It wag still there. * —— "Suddenly a chamberlaim made a sign for all to kneel and Pius X. entered, followed by a clerical chamberlain in a purple cassock. He walked slowly along the side of the room on my right and the eight people in the row that he would come to last were motioned to stand. "I scarcely saw his face at first; he walked as an old man would walk, his head bowed. He is seventy-seven years old. Straight, soft and nearly white hair came an inch over the collar of his waste cassock. He gave such person his hand; each- kissed his ring. He sfroked the curly head of a boy in a sailor suit. “When he walked down the row opposite I still could not see his countenance, for the kneeling figures were facing me and he bent to each of them ministering. “Then he turned to the row at right angles to me and came to the woman holding the metal tray with the bambino in her hand. He touched the poor embroidery work as if in admiration.

COLUMBUS BORN IN SPAIN?

Village Near Madrid Is Said to Be the America Discoverer's Birthplace. London.—The Madrid correspondent of the Daily Telegraph telegraphs: “According to a provincial newspaper, the Correo Galle|o, wMch quotes the eminent Galician historian, Senor Garcia de la Riega, who has devoted many’ years to studying data-relating to the birthplace of the discoverer of America, it now appears that Columbus cer« talnly was not born in Genoa, as has always been affirmed. “Riega says he possesses documents proving that Columbus was bora at Porto Santo, a small village near here. “Riega is a person of considerable authority and formerly was in the colonial office."

HE HUNG ON SPIKE IN WELL

Superhuman Acrobatics Finally Releases Impaled Man—Collapses- . Aftsr Reaching Bafety. Allentown, Pa.—As John Dougherty was chasing a cMcken be ran across an old well 80 feet deep, whoee coveting crushed beneath bis weight By rare luck a rusty spike in a beam, which did not go down, caught in Ms coat, and he was enabled to grab the beam. Nobody waa about and Ms cries tor help, were unheard. He hung by the rickety old beam for *ten minutes, when, by the exercise of superhuman strength, he managed to perform acrobatics which landed him on top of the crosspiece. He then crawled to safety, so unnerved that be collapsed.

He asked a question, evidently 'Who helped to work It?’ for he stooped to the little girl and petted her on the cheek. “Then he took up the bambino and asked.another question. The mother got red and made an'expression of acquiescence. "But ‘No, no,’ came from the little girl He had surely asked ‘ls this a present that you have brought for mb?’ At the child’s ‘No, no,’ he turned round and threw back his head and laughed. “What a humorous laugh! I never knew that a man could laugh so sweetly. He looked old no more. He has teeth set far apart, ‘lucky’ teeth. And his eyes have the kindly wrinkles about them and love of children in them. There, too, was the understanding that found ready answer in the great eyes of the child. “She smiled back at him; It was a joke about taking her bambino; she had known it all the time; she could trust that face, nodr grown so calm and grave as he bent down to her that she might kiss his ring. “Then the pontiff passed to the two rooms beyond for a few minutes and came back to us. He noticed specially as he passed a girl of fourteen, and he stopped and spoke to her, as if to make up for having made no exception before. "The audience was over. We rose w> our feet. I looked back along the corridor which led to the private apartments, the dining room ( for the food that coMs him but five francs a day, the bedroom with-the camp bed; and I caught a last sight of him. He was talking to a chamberlain covered with orders and decorations; he was telling a little story. I saw him shake his head and put out his hand. He was mimicking the little girl saying, ‘No, no,’ and I saw his gentle, whimsical smile again.”

HUMOR IN PRISON SENTENCE

Man Sent to Jail for Beating Wife —Mercy Asked as to Mother-In-Law. £ittsburg, Pa. —“For beating his wife, guilty as Indicted; for beating his mother-in-law, recommended to the mercy of the court” On this verdict, returned In court recently, Joseph Nojedly, a machinist, was sentenced to pay the costs, a fine of 6% cents, and serve 30 days in jail.

Truant Officer Wins Boys

Qoes at Them In an Entirely New Way and They All Think Him the Beat Ever. Phoenixville, Pa. —One of the claims made with much pride by the local school &ithorities is the almost complete absence of truancy, and those who know give much of the intelligent activity of the town’s truant officer, william S. Armstrong, and the popularity he has won among pupils. There is probably not another truant officer in the state who has such a record of achievement in his line as has Officer Armstrong, and for five years he hhs worked with singular effectiveness. Truancy used to be much in vogue among Phoenixville schoolboys, and the new truant officer started in to break up the growing practice. Speaking of his early experience, and describing his methods, Officer Armstrong said: “I did not go about my work in the ‘hammer-and-tongs’ method. I went to work quietly, got acquainted with the habitual truants, visited their homes and sought out their haunts. “I talked with the parents, and tried to arouse in them some interest in their boys' school work, and asked them to give some sign of interest and encouragement to the boys. '“I learned the location of all the favorite swimming holes, the nut groves Sh 3 the most' popular resorts where boys would go to play or hide. I .visited the swimming holes, not only on school days, when necessity demanded it, but on Saturday and holidays for the purpose of Joining them v'A . *£3 . ‘ . ,;C' •.' f*-;

FINE START, BUT TAME ENDING

Plenty of Action at First In Btory From London, But It Flxzlsd Out Loudon. — A gentleman and his wife; occupying irvilla at Ilford, deciding to leave home for two or three days, asked a neighbor to keep an eye on the place. The vigilant neighbor, acting upon instructions, that night observed a light in a bedroom of the presumably unoccupied house. At the moment that the light was noticed It was extinguished. Accompanied by a policeman, the neighbor made forcible entrance through the scullery window, and quietly the two men made their way to the bedroom. The light of the con- / stable's bull’s-eye disclosed the head of a man in bed, and the constable promptly drew his truncheon. Am promptly the occupant of the bed sprang out, and a desperate struggle commenced. Simultaneously a lady dashed across the room shrieking, threw open the window, clambered out, and began, at considerable peril, to work her way aroundNthe balconies. A second constable, passing at the time, thought that the lady was bent on suicide, but those inside the house dragged her back into the room, and the facts gan to assert themselves. The captured Invader of the empty house was the occupant, the lady was his wife. Their holiday arrangements had suddenly been changed, but the neighbor had not been Informed of the altered plans. Happily no injuries resulted from the encounter with the constable nor from the lady’s dangerous escapade, and the actors are now endeavoring to aDDreciate the joke.

RATS MAKE NEST OF MONEY

Firemen After a Blaze Discover SSO In Celling of New York House. New York. —Fire Commissioner Johnson has sent to the treasury department for redemption in bills of the denominations of one, two and fire dollars, which firemen discovered hidden In the ceiling of a house In Pearl street after a fire. Rats had formed a nest of the money and all of the bills were chewed by the rodents and otherwise mutilated. The money, after It Is redeemed by the treasury department, will be turned over to the firemen’s pension fund unless it is claimed by Jacob Meyer, who owns the house.

in swimming and getting better acquainted. I have grown to know, all of the ‘live wires’ among them Inti-' mately, and I think they are my friends.”

0KICKED FOR KISSING BRIDE

Youth Bids Goodby to His “Cousin, 1 * , and Hsr Husband Takes -V- Offense. -w ~V~" Ney York. —A smacking kiss and an Irate husband's boot delayed the departure recently of 3,000 passengers for five minutes. The Kronprlnz Wilhelm was ready to sail at 10 a. m. and all but one gang plank had been hauled ashore when a young man still aboard decided it was time for him to say goodby to his friends. - In the party of his relative were three men and seven women. As he pressed the hands of the men he passed along and kissed each of the women. In this manner he made Ms way toward the gang plank, where three young women stood. The youth glanced at them and caught hold of the prettiest girl, gave her a smacking kiss and said: ; “Goodby. little cousin, see you when you come back." The girl’s chagrin and surprise was no greater than his when he found he bad kissed aimther man's hride, and that his coueiro was some distance away. The bridegroom’s anger wag great Catching the youth by the shoulder, be gave him a shove and 'a tang down to* sang plan* to tn* piar. -