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SYNOPSIS. At the beginning of great automobile race the mechanician of the Mercury. Stanton's machine. drnps dead. Strange youth. Jesse* Floyd, volunteers, and is accepted. In the rest during the twentyfour hpur race Stanton meets a stranger. Miss Carlisle, who Introduces herself. The Mercury wins race. Stanton receives flowers from Miss Carlisle, which he ignores. CHAPTER IH. Thes. Finish, and After. -Morniqg \rch-c-d its golden hours across thVistill speeding cars, and melted slowly into noon. The weary drivers had settled to steady endurance gaits, saving their energy and their machines for the more spectacular work of afternoon and evening. . At nine o’clock that night the race would end. The Mercury par had registered ninety miles more than the Duplex, both of them being many tens of miles in advance of the other competitors: At six in the morning Stanton had gone in for a brief rest. At eight he Was back, and kept the wheel until one in the afternoon. Victory was in hie hands if nothing happened to his ear; an hour and a half lost in repairs would transfer all his advantage to the Duplex. He was jealously afraid to intrust his machine to his assistant driver, and consequently merciless to his mechanician and himpelf. But Floyd made no complaint. At half-past one, all the cars were sent to their camps while an hour was spent in having the track hurriedly mended by gangs of workmen. The road-bed in places was furrowed like a plowed field by the flying wheels. Meanwhile the afternoon crowds flowed in, filling the stands to suffocation, massing on the promenade, banking in a solid row of private automobiles behind the screen. When at half-past two, the racers were recalled to start anew, Stanton sharply scrutinized his mechanician before leaving the camp. “I'm going to keep this car until the end of the race," he announced, not unkindly. “If you don’t think you can stand seven hours of it, say so; .and I'll have them find some one to relieve you. They can rush Rupert here from up the Hudson by four or five o'clock. ' If you get In for it, you’ll finish, if 1 have to tie you in your seat. I’m driving to win.’’ The scarlet of resentment flushed through Floyd’s grime-streaked pallor. “You won’t have to tie me,” he promised, white teeth catching his lip. “I’ll not flinch. Go on.” Stanton actually laughed, bending to his levers. “I didn't mean t 6 tie you to keep you from running away, but to keep . you from fainting and falling out,” he explained. “But—” The car bounded forward. The track had been filled in with wet mud from the infield —on the first circuit Lozelle car skidded and wen|pkirough the fence at the north turn. After that, nothing could have induced 15 Stanton to allow his machine in other hands. Hour after hour passed. The noisy music of the band crashed out monotonously; the crowd swayed, murmuring, applauding, exclaiming, arguseyed and kaleidoscopic in color and motion. At sunset, when the Mercury made a trip into camp for supplies* neither of its men left their seats. The beaming Mr. Green came to shower congratulations upon Stanton, and with him the head of the Mercury Company, himself a former driver whose quiet appreciation had an expert’s value. Stanton was leaning across the wheel, chatting with them, when his employer broke the thread of speech. ‘‘What Is the matter with your mechanician, Stanton?” he queried. Stanton turned, suddenly conscious of a light weight against his shoulder. With his movement, Floyd also started erect, their glances crossing. “Nothing,” the driver briefly answered to the other’s question. “Tired, perhaps; he has been working. As you were saying—” But the glimpsed picture stayed with Stanton; the fatigued young face against his arm, the .drowsy, heavylidded eyes flashing keenly awake, the involuntary expression of angry shame at the moment’s weakness. And he would sooner have tied Floyd in his seat, after that, than have added the fine insult of offering to relieve him. - “Ready,” someone called; the workmen scattered in every direction, and the Mercury was off once more. “Car cornin’,” warned the mechanician, as they shot from the paddock entrance on to the track. “Duplex ahead.” Floyd was himself again, watchfully businesslike, nonchalantly fearless. Color and glow faded from the sky; once more the search-lights flared out around the track and transformed it to a silver ribbon, running between walls of ebony darkness except where the lamp-gemmed stands aros-. Already newspapers were being cried announcing Stanton’s coming victory. 'Driving evenly, steadily, refusing all challenges to speed duels and attempting none of his deadly tactics of the night before, Stanton piloted his car to the inevitable result. At nine o’clock the flag dropped, and amid a hubbub of enthusiasm the Mercury crossed the i'nte. winner. Later, when the triumphant tumult In the Mercury camp had somewhat subsided, Stanton walked over to where Floyd was leaning against a column of unused tires. “You’ve had twenty-four hours of me," he said abruptly. “How did it strike you?” Floyd raised his candid gray eyes to the other’s face, and in spite of ex-

haustion smiled with a glinting frankness and humor. “if you want me to tell you—” he began. “I have asked you.” “It struck me rather hard. But— I’d like you to like me as well as I do you.” “I need a mechanician’to race with me for the rest of the season.” Stanton gave brief information. “Do you want the position?” Floyd straightened; even in the uncertain light the color could be seen to rise over his face. “You’d take me; you?” “Yes.” ' “You know —oh, I can tune up a motor, I understand mv work, but for road racing—you know I can’t crank your car or change a tire without help.” Stanton smiled grimly. “I guess I am big enough to crank my own car,” he quoted at him. “You have your nerve. I can’t have a whining quitter to drive with me. I make you the offer; take or leave it. But Remember, I am likely to break your neck.” “I’ll chance that,” answered Floyd, drawing a quick breath, and held out his slender hand. “I’ll come.” The pact was made. In after time. Stanton came to wonder at ita bald simplicity. * The assistant manager overtook Floyd, a little later, when that young mechanician, at least superficially cleaner and wrapped in a long dustcoat, was leaving the training camp “See here, Floyd: you are going to race with Stanton right along, he. -says.” . , '“Yes, sir.” Mr. Green agitated his foreboding head. “You won’t get along with him,” he asserted darkly. “No one does. He, he is—you’ll see. But you won’t leave us on the edge of a race, will yOu? We are entered at Massachusetts, for week after next; you’ll turn up on time, no matter what he does in between?” “Surely, sir. I would not leave any one without notice, of course.” .“Plenty of notice, Floyd. For you can’t stand Stanton.” Stanton at that moment was In his ter-t, contemplating with cynical speculation a florist’s box of fragrant green leaves lying on a chair. There was no card with these, but they were sprays of laurel. In fancy he saw the message that had accompanied the orchids, the delicately engraved letters: Valerie Atherton Carlisle. Did

Stanton Was Leaning Across the Wheel Chatting With Them.

she take him for a matinee idol, he scoffed; or, what did she want? Something, she wanted something of him. What? Only amusement, probably. He had not grown to manhood in New York city without learning that men and women in a certain set alleged their extreme wealth as a license, which freed them from the restraint of small conventionalities, and arrogantly took such diversion as the moment offered. And should he play the game to which she invited him, or decline it? ,Was it w'orth while? He was weary to exhaustion, but still he remained gazing at the box of laurel. “You can’t stand Stanton,” My. Green was warning Floyd, f byway farewell. \ And the mechanician was laughing. CHAPTER IV. \ The Road to Massachusetts. \ Stanton and Floyd did not meet' again for a fortnight Their ways of life did not run parallel except when a race was due or taking place. The Mercury car had gone back to the factory for a thorough overhauling, after the twenty-four-hour grind, and it would have as soon occurred to

Stanton to seek out his machine as his mechanician. Some drivers grow sentimentally attached to their cars, watching them fondly and jealously; he did not, consistently and temperamentally practical in outlook on the minor facts of life. It was in the railroad depot, the merning he started for Massachusetts, that Stanton saw his mechanician for the first time since the Beach victory. Floyd was seated on one of the wait ing-room benches, reading a magazine; in his gray suit and long overcoat, his head with its clustering bronze curls bent over his book, he looked like a particularly delicate and pretty boy of eighteen, perhaps even a trifle effeminate. Remembering that cry from the midst of the perilous straggle with the Duplex: “Cut him closer; he’s weakening! Cut him close!” Stanton’s lip curved in amused appreciation as he crossed to the absorbed reader. “Good morning,” he remarked. Floyd glanced up. then rose with an exclamation and held out his hand, his ready color rising like a girl’s under his fine, clear skin. “Good morning; 1 didn’t see you coming,” he responded. “No, you were reading. You are going—” “To Lowell. The car is aboard, you know.” “I did not know,” corrected Stanton with indifference. He was studying the other curiously, striving to analyze his singular attractiveness and to find the reason why he. Stauton, should feel pleasure at the prospect of having this companion at his side; he, who had never formed friend ships as most men did. Floyd laughed, his grey eyes mis chievous. “Well, I know. We’ve been working all the week at the machine, and we’ve got her ticking like a watch. You don’t bother about that —1 suppose you don’t have to, it’s up to us. Bur. If you will take her out on the track tomorrow, I’ll tune her up to the last notch.” Suddenly Stanton put his finger on the thing he sought, one thing that made this mechanician different; and voiced his thought before considering wisdom. “You’re a different class, Floyd,” he stated abruptly. “You’re no workman, nor descendant of workmen.” Floyd stared, startled at the brush irrelevance, then melted into a straight, direct smile as he. met the keen gaze. (TO EE CONTINUED.) THOUGHT HIS TIME HAD COME Imagination Truly Is a Wonderful Thing, as Kansas Man Is Likely to Admit. Every summer John Fisher, a Liberty grocer, and Frank Cockrell, a re tired farmer,, maintain a camp at the mouth of Shcal creek on the Missoui; river, about 15 miles below Kansas City and four miles south of Liberty. Last summer they were entertaining. among others, J. D. Taylor, n farmer of near Manola, about 63 miles northwest of Alberta. Canada. The hosts and their guestst were grouped around a small camp fire, scantily attired and partaking of fried catfish

with relish, when Taylor grabbed at his leg and arose to his feet with a howl that sounded like the siren of the Gunter. “I’m a goner, boys,” he groaned, as he hoppled around on one leg, gripping the ether powerfully with both hand% and imploring someone between whiles to get a club and get busy. “There’s a snake in my pants leg as big as my arm and it’s squeezing and biting me to death.” Fischer grabbed one side of the trouser leg in question and Cockrell the other and they ripped with right good will, but no snake appeared. When Taylor was sans pants, however, they took the remnant from his hands, and closely merged with the interior was found the stringy remains of a small frog. “And that’s what imagination will do for you,” said Taylor, as he hunted up a box and climbed upon it tailor fashion to finish his interrupted session with the fish.—Kansas City Journal Up-to-Date Mummies. Occasionally one meets a man who reminds him that not all the mummies came from Egypt.

THE LATE J. PIERPONT MORGAN AND HIS SON | i&mmm ■ ■ ■ • • • From photograph taken only a few months before the demise of the great financier.

J.PIERPONTMORGAN IS DEM DOME King of Financiers Succumbs to Infirmities of Age. STOCK MARKET NOT AFFECTED End Had Been Expected, and Care Taken That Shock to Money Centers Should Be of Little Weight —Career cf Magnate a Succession of Triumph. Rome, Italy.—John Pierpont Morgan, the world’s greatest financier, died at the Grand hotel March 31. At the bedside at the time of death were Mr. and Mrs. Herbert L. Satteriee, the financier's son-in-law and daughter, and three attending physicians. The body, after appropriate religious ceremonies, was embalmed and transferred to Naples for shipment to America. It is needless to to say tha! the firm, of J. Pierpont Morgan and Company is the greatest in the country, and that its branches in European centers are powers in the money markets ox those places. J. P. Morgan is a name that is instantly associated by old and young alike with moneygreat stacks of gold. And then the feverish, superficial nature of people busy with their own affairs considers neither the name nor the man any further. This estimate of the man never did him justice. It often causes adverse criticism, for his methods were often attacked. organization of giant corporations has furnished the most strenuous example of bitter attack, both on political platform and, in the public press. This is all a matter of "opinion, and at this time is carefully excluded. Morgan did organize giant corporations. He extended railroads, he opened new territories, he made possible commerce, which in all reason had to be enlarged by some man consistent with the growth of the country and population. Curious as it may seem, however, the more clamor there was against his methods the more he was held in esteem by writers of note and education who had occasion to review his works. At one time English caplitaists, seeing a favorable opportunity through adverse conditions in this country to grab the West Shore railroad, thereby establishing a footing for a still greater grab, asked Morgan to act as tneir agent, in that manner covering the identity of those who were to be the real owners. Morgan turned down an opportunity of making several millions by refusing. Then he saved the railroad to American ownership by taking it over himself, quietly, aud quickly turned it over to the New York Central by perpetual lease. At another time he discovered that the country wa3 being depleted of gold by a clique of men who were amassing great wealth by shipping it to Europe. He stopped 'the leak, reorganised the system of shipment and was then made the subject of a congressional investigation, which should more properly have ueen made of the clique he broke. He clearly and concisely answered every question that was put to him by the investigators. Temper and Good Looks. Thoughtfulness for others and unselfishness are great beautifiers, for all perfection of skin and feature will not make up for an unlovely expression due to a hard heart. Every girl is not possessed of an amiable temper or a pretty face, but •very girl may try to Improve both her temper and her face. She may not be able to alter the shape of her nose or the color of her eyes, but if •he cultivates an Interest in those about her, If ahe tries to make the

| During President Cleveland's *dj ministration it was decided that a I bond issue of J 20.000.000 wa* necesi sary. Morgan undertook the task. and it was floated. He made money, !of course. That was what he was in business for. But at that time the whole world looked on with wonder at the ease with.which he accomplish- : ed a task that no other banking firm was willing to undertake. In 1901 Morgan floated the securi- ; ties of the United States Steel corpor- | ation, which was capitalized at $1,100,000,000. The amount was almost beyond the ken or ordinary mortals, but with the great financier it was merely a matter of calculation I and accomplishment. In the same year he secured the American subscription to a $50,000,000 British war loan. But it was during the bankers' panic of, 1907 that Morgan rose to su- | preme command of financial America, j Like an absolute monarch, he sat | in his marble library in New York, surrounded by the money kings of a ! lesser empire, dictating to them, and ! sending them forth to carry out his J will. At a time when banks and trust i companies were toppling ail about ! him. it w r as his steadying hand that was stretched forth to save, not all of \ them, but those which he decreed should survive. Practically speaking, the life of nearly every banking and financial institution in New York was in his hands, he held the balances, passing out his sentences of financial j iife or death in quick staccato tones. | His friends say that the work he i did during this trying period will re- : bound to his everlasting honor. Even the government at Washington looked upon him as the one mail : who was capable of throttling the dragon of panic and practically all the resources of the United States treasury were turned over to him to do j with as he saw fit and proper. c An instance cf this was the pouring out of $25,000,000 upon the floor of the stock exchange to save that institution from utter ruin on that memorable black Friday in 1907. This money was conjured from somewhere by J. P. Morgan. No one ! knew; from where. Later it developed I that the money had been taken out of : the United States sub-treasury and turned over to Mr. Morgan. As a great lover of art, Mr. Mor- ! gan spent much money in collecting, j but he always played fair. After paying a fortune for the famous AseOli cope, he returned it to the Italian government as soon as he iearned it had been stolen from its place in an old church. He possessed a rare copy of the Bible, the famous Luther Bible. He has spent a vast fortune to pos-' sess it, bidding more than any of his rivals could afford to give. When he learned that Emperor William of Germany was one of those whom he had outbid for the precious volume, however, he promptly presented it to the kaiser. . For these two acts of, generosity he was decorated by the Italian governj ment and by the German kaiser. Because of the heavy duty on works j of art coming into the United States, j Mr. Morgan had kept the greater part j of hts collection on the other side. Congress, however, passed a law removing this duty and in the spring oi. j i9i« the great collections of the Amer- | ican financier, which were assembled at his two homes in London and at ! Paris, and valued at more {han $2,j 000,009, were packed up and shipped to New York. ! The greatest part cf this collection | is now to be seen in the Metropolitan 1 Museum of Art. world happier for others with whom she Is brought into association, she can scarcely fail before long to win a pleasing expression of countenance that will cause physical defects to b« forgotten. And, after all, there 1* some satisfaction to be got out of working on one’s disposition and cultivating the higher self. If a man wants to find anything out he asks questions; a woman finds out by pretending to have no interest in the matter.

CAMPM?® AND WAR vBRAGG AT MISSIONARY RIDGE Hard Fighting by Fifteenth Corps Drew Heavy Force From Enemy’s Center—Loss Severe. I have seen a great deal in print about how the forces commanded by General Thomas broke the rebel center and drove Bragg's army from Mis sionary ridge, but very little about the hard fighting of the Fifteenth corps on the north end of the ridge, which drew a heavy force from the enemy’s center, and made it possible for the Union forces to break through and drive the rebels from the ridge. The forces under General Thomas deserve great praise for doing their part so well. At S a. in., November 25, 1 saw* our line of battle was formed in the edge of some timber west of the north end of Missionary ridge, writer Joseph Witham of the Twelfth Indiana, of Cherryvale, Kan., in the National Tribune. From there we could see across the cleared field in our front the enemy and his batteries on the ridge but little more than 100 rods away, while the timber hid us from their view. At 10 a. m. we’ emerged from the timber, climbed over a high fence and landed in the open field in plain view of the enemy Here we were greeted with the heaviest storm of shells we ever experienced. In a few minutes we were in line and ready to move. The order*was given to charge, and we advanced on the run, forcing the enemy up the •teep hillside. We halted 15 or 20 rods before we reached the foot of the ridge, and there we remained In the open field exposed to the shot of the enemy for five long hours. The brigade was composed of the Twenty-sixth and Ninetieth Illinois gnd the One Hundretdth and Twelfth Indiana. The last named regiment was on the extreme right. As we crossed the open field the battle raged in all Its fury. In beautiful and unbroken line the command pressed forward, with flags flying, bullets whizzing and shells shrieking and bursting overhead and among us. I saw a picture of the brigade in that battle when I was in Washington In 1865 at the time of our Grand Review, and it was so true in every particular that l think there was a pho tographer on the field of battle who took the picture there. At 11 a. m. we could see General Corse’s men lining up at the foot o' the extreme north end of Missionary ridge. Soon they began to ascend the ridge in line of battle, and when within about 30 steps of the enemy's works they halted for nearly one minute, while the rain of iron and lead from the enemy was terrific. Al! of a sudden the boys in blue went forward on the run, right on to ths enemy's works, as their loud cheers rang down the valley. We could clearly see our men clubbing the rebs with the butts of their guns and having a general mix-up. Away down on top of the ridge to our right a column of rebel infantry was coming from the center of Bragg's line as a reinforcement. At first we could only see their head bobbing up and down as they came. Soon they were near the end of the ridge, swinging into line of battle. They fired a volley at our men on the rebel works, who, being outnumbered, retreated to the foot of the ridge Soon Corse’s men were reinforced, and again gained the summit as before, where another furious hand-to-hand conflict occurred. And again a force could be seen coming from Bragg’s center, and when they arrived our men were repulsed as before. Thus the furious battle raged, charge after charge, until 3 p. m., when we could heard the rattle of musketry far down the Une to our right, as Thomas was charging the enemy’s center. It was then that our bugle blew retreat, and we retreated under a galling Are from the enemy. Their loud cheers of victory rah# down the valley. But onr demonstrations on the enemy’s flank had secured his defeat by weakening his center, and the das was ours. Chaplain Gage, who was in this battle and wrote a history of the Twelfth Indiana, says: “The loss In the Fourth division was severe. In the First brigade nearly 500 men were killed and wounded." A Southern Embassador. Mr. Wlnthrop, one of the Boston Union committee, called on that hot old secessionist, Senator Mason, in January. 1861, and, referring to his former visit to Massachusetts, remarked in the ljlandest tones: ‘i hope, Mr. Mason, we shall see you again at Banker Hill. “Not unless I come as an embassador, sir,” said the senator stiffly. Better Than Stopping Them. “It must make you soldiers terribly nervous in battle to hear the bullets whistling past your ears.” said the girl he “left behind him,” “Well, I don’t know,” he answered; “there’s a certain amount of Satisfaction in hearing them whistle — you know they’re going past.” Enough for Willie. 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A boiler shop, by any ether name, would be just as noisy. Freak supply Mrs. Austin’s Bag Bueto wheat now on hand at your grocers. Adw Mean Insinuation. **l nave c<| way of killing time.” "Why, I’ve heard you sing.” . Somewhat Contradictory. 1 have often wondered how It to that, while each man loves himself more than his neighbors, he yet pays lees attention to his own opinion of himself than to that of other*.—-Mar-cue Aurelius. His Deceased Relative. Mrs. Boynton noticed that her colored gardener was wearing mourning ; clothes. “I see yon have met with a loss Henry,” she said, glancing at the band of crape on his haL I “Yes, ma’am,” was the reply. "Was It a near or a distant reto tive?" Inquired the lady. “Well, kind o’ distant.” said Henry, " ’bout twenty-five mile, ma’am.” Tired of Fancy Eating. The eldest daughter, who toss tato ing cooking lessons, practiced on the family by preparing the Sunday din ner. On another day the mother was complimented at meal by the son for the palatableness of a certain dish. “Urn-m, Just wolt till Sunday,” said the eldest daughter. “Oh, mamma," pleaded her little sister, “can’t we have just a plain dinner Sunday?” Gone to the Wild Waves. } Simon Easy, after living sixty years on a farm, finds his quarters on shipboard somewhat cramped. Fie obviates thd lack of space, however, by stowing his trousers and shoes into s round cupboard in the side of the vessel on going to bed. Seven a. m. Startling disclosures! “Steward, last night I put wzj clothes in that cubby hole, an’ they ain’t there now.” ain’t a clothes press; that’s s porthole, sir.” Race Prejudice. * This Is an actual eonversattoa which was overheard in Oregon la the presidential campaign. It was reported to President Wilson himself, then a mere governor and candidate. | He enjoyed it, but refused to allow it to he published at that time. | Mike —Who are ye gain' to vote fas this fall? Pat —Wilson Woodrow. Mike—Faith, an’ vice versa ys mean, don’t ye? Pat—The divll it Is! D’ye think I’m goin’ to vote for wan o’ thim dom Eye-taiians? FLY TO PIECES. The Effect of Coffee on Highly Organized People. "1 have been n coffee user for years, and about two yean ago got Into a very serious condition of dy» pepsla and indigestion. It seemed to me I would fly to pieces. I was se nervous that at the least noise 1 was distressed, and many times could not straighten mjßelf up because of the pain:” Tea Is Just as Injurious, because t> oontains caffeine, the same drug found In coffee. “My physician told me I must no» eat any heavy or strong food, and ordered a diet, giving me some medV tine. 1 followed directions carefully, nut kept on using coffee and did not get any better. “Last winter my husband, who was away on business, had Postum served io him in the family where he board ed. He liked it so well that when hs came home he brought somo with him. We began using it and I fcand 1* most excellent. “While I drank it my stomach never bothered me in the least, and 1 got over my nirvous troubles. When the Postum was gone wo returned to cob fee, then my stomach began to hurt me as before, and the nervou* cam ditions came on again. "That showed me exactly what was the cause of/ the whole trouble so 1 quit drinking coffee altogether and kept on using Postum- The old troubles left again and have never returned.” . “There’s a rtasdn,” and it is explain ed in the little book, “Tho Rood to Wellville, in pkgs. Ever reed tfce ators to««t A nw eee appeere frese «t»e are cyrslie, tree, MS mi mmmmm I* (crest. —