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SYNOPSIS. CU4PTTR I-At l! »e-: :r!n« of rrra' (uKawtalr tat the R itirtui of tbe M- .r» Aula < Hu . ir"l» gir>!«, youth. Jeuor FV»rd. volunteers, at.-: la anwpteA CHAmR Il ia the re»t iortn* th< fue-i-. f.-CT hour rare Stanton meet* * urtncrr. »a> <*ar«»*e. who lntr«»du<«" k-r~ f The m*.hita. laa saves machine ffessssa •TWWfc She deliberately stepped down be side him. accompanied by tbe crisp sound at shaken silk and a drift at taint, rick fragrance. She wore a dark motor tell, and In tbe mingling tl dense shadows and glaring lights it was not possible to distinguish more (ban her general effect of youth and weO-poteed grace. T fended by your costume that you were owe of tbe rarer*.- she explained. "And aa I only arrived aa hour ago. I wished to beg some information.” *1 am one of tbe men driving.” be 8be tamed to glance at the cars making by. straggling for tbe lead. “Thank yen. Can yoe tell me whether Ralph Stanton is now driving the Mercury?" "No." be anawsned. interested for the Am time. “Bet he will take the wheel again la half an hour " “Ah? I have beard so much at hie spectacular feats. I." she gave a cere leas. rippling laugh. “I confess I should tike ts sos some of them.” "Tee? Well, half tbe people here come to see whether soar of tbe men wee'i take a chance once too often. They say there is s pleasant thrill In watching some one else get killed.” "Hardly that." she demurred. "Still, If on* comes to as automobile race, one wants to ooo something more ex citing tbaa a drive la the park; some thing mom exciting than—that-" She waved a fragile head toward the track, th rugging her shoulders with aa airy amusement mad scorn. Stanton surveyed the scene. tbs darkness tiding his expression. "The Mercury Is marking time with a substitute driver, the Duplex Is oS with a choked feed pipe, and tbe Stern west through the fusee." hs summed ap. "The others am driving to aria by endurance, playing for accidents to ths taster cans. It la a dull period. Jam sow. Tut every car there Is go lag fast enough to face destruction If aaythlag goes wrong." She turned to him again, and he knew her gase swept him lnterrogm tlvely. aeerchlagly. But his dose fitting linen coelome oSered so means at Identification, since he purposely kept from ths light the silver letters running across hla jersey. "My father Is president at a tire company." she Idly remarked "Hla tires are being aaed on tome of the cars, the Mercury for one, I believe, and he van led to watch their testing under use. So. after a dinner engage swat we could not escape, ve mo tored down here from the city. You me I have sot viewed much of tbe race 1 admit this does not look very perilous sad I am a bit disappointed. I.” again bur short crystal laugh. "I shall hope better things of the famous Stanton; I want to admire him very mack. But I an detaining you, and you were leaving! Every thanks for "Hardly leaving, since the twenty tour hour ram Is not six hours old." he corrected briefly "I am glad to have bees af any aae to you." She returned his salute; then, upon the oeel impulse of one accustomed to doing as she chose, put her question directly: "Ah—1 am Mias Carlisle; 1 would like to know who baa been good eeough to aid me la my ignorance." "My name la Stanton." he compiled. and west as. From the shelter of the obscurity be looked hack She had taken a step forward into the light and ber veil had slipped aside us she gazed after him with a& dipt teal on of aeon sad eager Internet. She could not agio >-*-n older than twenty-four or five, a its a finely cue beautiful face framed tu waves at fair hair. Fleyd was sitting an a camp-stool tut side tbs hast, chatting with a group at men, whan Stastou returned. The rest had brought back the mech anician's color and animation; la fact, he looked ridiculously young sad Ir responsible. But hs sprang up read ily at the driver's nod. "Time?" he asked, his gray eyes Che burnished steel "Tee." Staaten rnwfirmed. And to the nearest mas: 'Bring in the car." There was as obedient commotion. Several men ran tu fiag the other driver; Floyd caught up goggles and cup. sad knelt to tighten u legging •trap. Aa Blanton made his own prep arations. Mr. Groan bustled up to him. “Wfn Ira (hug." he reminded so perfiuoualy. "There laaX really, say need for extra fast work. 8tauten." Bcantoa snapped a buckle, saying "T telephoned to ths eOce and told R*pe« hs aeedat come. _ I told him -wrenr before tfie gran d-st and, of w ho was meant by that “any one else.” Mean while, he wee intractable, he was in subordinate. and he was obstinate— but he was Stanton. The Mercury rolled in, the two men climbed from their seats, and there was a momentary delay for tank fill ing. Stanton took hia place, experi mentally speeding and retarding his motor while be waited for the work men to finish. “Stop a minute while I fix the car buretor,- requested Floyd, from be side the machine. “It's colder late at night like this Wait, you've dropped your glove.” Stanton silenced the engine. Some thing in the fresh voice, the boyish grace of the alight figure, the ready courtesy of the act, stirred him with a strange sensation and pricking shame at his own brutality. "Poor mut," a whisper repeated to his inner ear. When Floyd offered the gauntlet, the other dropped a hand upon his shoul der. “Are you riding with me because yon want the money badly enough to chance anything.” Stanton demanded harshly, “or because you are willing to trust my driving 7" Taken by surprise, open astonish ment crossed the younger man's*face, but his eyes did not flinch from the ones behind the goggles. ”1 think you're the best driver on the track,” came the steady answer. “And I'd rather trust myself to your recklessness than to some one else’s mistakes, if you want to know 1 guess yon can steer straight enough for both of ua" Stanton’s hand relaxed its hold. “Go fix your carburetor. Yes, I can steer—straight.” Again the bine-black eyes flashed sneering defiance toward the grand stand; for the moment. Miss Car lisle's hope of witnessing desperate feats by the Mercury car seemed far from realisation. Bat the Mercury bad not circled the mite oval four times when the Duplex, lta choked feed-pipe cleared at last, **l Am One of the Men Driving,*’ He Corroborated. burst from the paddock with its mas ter driver at the wheel and bent on the recovery of lost time. The Mer cury was on the back stretch of track, running casually near sixty miles st the moment. “Car cornin’,** Floyd cautioned sud denly. Stanton raised his bead, alert a frac tional second too late, and his closest rival shot past him, roaring down the white path. It was too much; Floyd and Miss Carlisle sank oat of memory together, as Stanton reached for throttle and spark. The Mercury snarled and leaped Uke a startled cat. The dull period was over. The Mercury car was slightly the (aster, but the Duplex held the inside tine, and the difference between the driven was not In skill so much as in da redeviltry. Slower machines kept conservatively out of the way as the dangerous rivals fought out their speeo-natua. Three times Stanton bunted the Duplex around the track, gaining on each lap, until the last cir cuit was made with the cars side by side, a flaming team. The spectators, scanty at this hour before dawn, rose, applauding and cheering, as the two passed again, still clinging together. ' But gradually It became evident that ft tan ton, who held the outside, was steadily crowding the Duplex toward the paddock fence. Nor could the Duplex defend itself from the ma neuver which must ultimately force it to fall behind at one of the turns or accept destruction by collision. The ms chines were so dose that a swerve cn the part of either, the blow-out of a re or a catch in the ruts cut in the track at certain points, meant un gentle death. Mercilessly, gradually, Stsnton pressed hit perilous advan tage. And at the crucial moment he beard a low, exultant laugh. “Cat him closer!" urged his mech anician's eager, excited accents at his ear. "Well get him on this turn— he's weakenin'— Cut him close!** Tn« comrade triumph came to 8tan toe as an unaccustomed cordial. They were passing the grand-stand, Just ahead lay the wont curve It was partly reputation which won. If the Duplex had held Arm, the Mer cury must in self-preservation have yielded room. But the driver knew Stanton, guessed him capable of wrecking both by obstinate persist ence in attack, and dared not meet the issue. There came the gun-like •'•porta of a shut-off motor, the Du plex slackened it* furious pace, and Stanton hurtled past him on the turn itself, lurching across the ruts, and ledjha way down the track. __ For Mr. Stanton, the Boy Insisted. The witnesses in stands and pad dock went frantic. Floyd pumped oil. Stanton snatched a glance at the min iature watcji strapped on his wrist, ovei his glbve, and slightly reduced speed. The maneuver had been suc <«ssful, but the driver knew that it -night have called down upon him the judges’ just censure and have sent him from the track, disqualified. The number of laps steadily grew on the bulletin register. A faint, dull light overspread the sky, the fore runner of the early summer dawn. At four o’clock the Mercury unexpected ly blew out a tire, reeling across to the fence line from the shock and the Jar of sharply applied brakes. Stanton aaid something, and sent his car limp ing cautiously around to the camp where its repairers stood ready. Floyd slid out of his hard, narrow seat rather stiffly. The cold gravness was bright enough now to show the utreaks of grimy dust and oil wher ever the masks had failed to protect the men’s faces, and the effects of fa tigue and strain of watching. Stanton looked for the inevitable pitcher of water, but found himself confronted instead with a grinning, admiringly awed messenger boy who held out a cluster of heavy purple flowers. “What?” marveled the disgusted driver. “What idiotic trick—” “For Mr. Stanton, sir,” deferential y insisted the boy; who would have addressed the president as “bo,” and gibed at the czar. Stanton caught the blossoms rough ly, anticipating a practical joke from some fun-loving fellow-competitor, and saw a white card dangling by a bit of ribbon. “Thank you,” he read in careless penciling. “I have no laurel wreaths here, so send the victor of the hour my corsage bouquet.” She had had the imprudence, or the cool disregard of comment, to use one of her own cards. Valerie Atherton Carlisle, the name was engraved across the heavy pasteboard. She had thought that wild duel with the Duplex - was an exhibition given for her, that at her wanton whim he had jeopardized four lives, one his. own. With a strong exclamation of con tempt Stanton moved to fling the flow ers aside to the path before the Mer cury’s wheels, then checked himself, remembering appearances. The or ebids curled limply around his warm lingers; suddenly the magnificent ar rogance of this girl struck him with angry humor, and he laughed shortly. “Throw them in the tent, Blake,” he requested, tossing the bouquet to one of the men. “They'll wither fast enough.” The new tire was on. As Stanton turned to his machine, after tearing the card to unreadable fragments, he saw Floyd watching him with curious intentness. A raw, wet mist had commenced to roll in from the near-by ocean. The promise of dawn was recalled, a dull obscurity closed over the motordrome, leaving even the search-lighted path dim. The cars rushed- on steadily. The night had been singularly free from accidents. Only one machine had been actually wrecked, although three had been withdrawn from the contest. The officials In the judges' stand were congratulating one an other, at the moment when the second disaster occurred. The mist had grown thicker, In the lights a dazzling silver curtain before men's eyes, and the track had been worn to deep grooves at the turns. The Mercury was sweeping past the grand-stand, when one of the two slower cars, being overtaken, slipped its driver’s control, caught in a foot deep rut, and swerved crashing into the machine next it. Twice over it rolled, splintering sickeningly, but flinging both of its men clear of the wreck. The car struck, plunged on around the curve into the mist, ap parently unhurt. Out across the damp dusk pierced the shriek of the klaxon, mingled with the cry of the people and the tinkle of the hospital telephone. Stanton, swinging wide to avoid the pitiful wreckage, kept on his course. “Stop!” Floyd shouted imperatively beside him. “Stop, Stanton, stop!” Stanton sped on, disregarding what he supposed was a novice's nervous sympathy. He could not aid the stunned men lying on the track, and one glance had told him that they could be safely passed; as indeed they had been. "Stop!” the command rang again; and as Stanton merely shook his head with impatient annoyance, the mechanician swiftly stooped forward. The motor slackened oddly. Before the astounded driver had time to grasp the situation, the power died from under his hands and the car was only carried forward by its own momen tum. Automatically he jamnH down the brakes and turned in his seat to confront his companion in a wrathful amazement choking speech. Floyd faced him, even his lips whits beneath his mask, but with steadfast eyes. “I know,” he forestalled the tem pest. “You’ve got the right to put me off the car—I threw your switch. I've got nothing to say. But the mint lifted and I saw what lay ahead.” What lay ahead? The klaxon was shrieking madly, from all around the track came the Bound of halting cars. The rising wind pushed along the fog walls again, and they opened to reveal the second machine of the late acci dent, not twenty-five feet ahead, a tilted, motionless neap. After the collision it had staggered this far, to go down with a broken rear axle and two lost rear wheels. Its men were ■tUI in tbeir seats unhurt _ There was an instant of silence. The avoided disaster was no excuse for the mechanician’s interference, nor did Floyd offer It a6 such, well aware that his driver was perfectly Justified in any course he chose to take. There can be but one pilot at any wheel. “Since I suppose you are not equal to cranking a ninety Mercury, you had better fix the spark and gas while I start it," dryly suggested Stanton. “And—never do that again." He stepped out and went to the front of his car. seizing the crank and starting the big motor with an ex ertion of superb strength which would indeed have been impossible to the slender Floyd. When he retook his seat, the mechanician made his equal ly laconic apology and acknowledg ment of error. “I never will," Floyd gave his word. The wind shook the mist more strongly, streamers of pink and gold trembled across the sky. The day commenced. CHAPTER III. The Finish, and After. Morning arched ita golden boors across the still speeding cars, and melted slowly Into noon. The weary drivers had settled to steady endur ance gaits, saving their energy and their machines for the more spectac ular work of afternoon and evening. At nine o’clock that night the race would end. The Mercury car 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 his hands if nothing happened to his car; an hour and & half lost in re pairs 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 him self. 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 hur riedly 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 prome nade, banking in a solid row of pri vate automobiles behind the screen. When at half-past two the racers were recalled to start anew. Stanton sharply scrutinised his mechanician before leaving the camp. “I’m going to keep this car until the eDd 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 re lieve you. They can rush Rupert here from up the Hudson by four or five o’clock. If yon get In for It, you’ll finish, if I have to tie you in your aeat. 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 Bp. “I’ll not flinch. Go on." Stanton actually laughed, bending to his levers. “I didn't mean to tie yon to keep you from running away, bat 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 the heavy LoseUe car skidded and went through the fence at the To be Continued No Filth, No Flies “Swat-the-fly” campaigns for 1912 are well on. The elimination of this filthy and dangerous insect is a desirable end. The house-fly, in ad dition to being a demonstrated agent in the spreading of typhoid, is strong ly suspected, on more or less conclus ive evidence, with relation to a large number of in fections, including chol era. dysentry. the infantile diarrheas, diphteria and contagious optbalmia. About a billion flies were klUed in various campaigns in 1911—a state ment which seems impressive untill one considers the number of flies which escape the slaughter. In Wash ington, D. C , alone some 7,000,000 flies were killed by the “Swat,” the trap, drowning, sulphur fumes and even by electrocution. Dr. Howard, of the Bureau of Entomology, points out that in the congenial climate of that city seven generations of flies may be pro duced in a single summer. One fe male fly will lay on an average a batch of 120 eggs: and if all these eggs from a batch laid in the middle of April should hatch and reproduce their kind in like manner, there would be by autumn, from a single female fly, a progeny of nearly six thousand billion. And as each female may lay four batches of eggs, the figures for their unchecked development through a summer staggers the imagination. To “swat the fly” by the billion, there fore, means but little, says The Journal of the Medical Association, so long as those that survive have unchecked opportunity for breeding. There Is even more weigbt, therefofe, in Stock bridge’s statement that during 1911 filthy breeding places were cleaned up, which, if left alone, would have given opportunity for the propagation of incalculable billions. Better than •‘swatting” the fly is the prevention of its breeding by cleaning op the places where it thrives—the unsani tary privy, the dead dog and horse al lowed to lie unburied until putrid, the dung-heap, the uncovered garbage can and the spittoon. How this can be done, can be learned from the health departments of many states and municipalities, and from civic leagues and like organizations.—Ord Quiz. The Northwestern has within the past few weeks added several hun dreds of dollars’ worth of new adv. and Job type of the latest series and If you want up-to-date work call and see us. We will suit you in every regard. >: r\ . ~ i ,!.' ■ ' . ' i;|v,:''* -’* ' ' -> ■ -'.' ; „;' - ■ ' CELEBRATE JULY 4th JENNER’S PARK WATCH FOR SMALL' BILLS FIR PROGRAM DO NOT FOR I guhutei to ill _ More Railroad Talk A big Hudson car plowed through the mud and pulled up in front of Hotel Ord Monday night. While the party of four were eating supper the word leaked out that the tourists were on their way from Kearney to Canada and that they were spying out a route from the Canada-to-thi Gulf railroad. , A number of booster citizens of Ord gathered and were in earnest conference with the strangers. Arthur Jenkins of London, England, is the big man of the party and is rated as several times a millionaire. Travel ing with him is a Mr. Weaver, also an English capitalist. The other men, relatively local citizens, are S. A. D. Henline of Kearney and Carson Hild reth of Franklin, Neb. They are all clever men to meet and particularly genial is Mr. Jenkins, who enjoys talking business when it is a general theme bat is equally versatile, when politics, crops, weather or baseball is the subject of conversation. For some years the talk of a rail road from Beloit Kansas, to Kearney has been common but it is only with in the last few months that it has been a ceatanity. Advantagous con* nections south, will give direct outlet at Galveston on the Gulf of Mexico. In reaching the vast wheat fields of Canada the promoters are planning an air line. They contemplate striking straight north from Kearney, going through Loup City, Ord, Atkinson and to Wheeler, South Dakota, Car rington, North Dakota and on to the Moose Jaw country of Western Can ada. The party left Kearney Monday morning, stopped at Loup City and went to Burwell after supper. Mr. Jenkins said that they were not go ing to Burwell to talk railroad but because it was the best auto route on their northward trip. They ex pected to reach Canada in five days so that Mr. Jenkins could get to Mon treal by J une 17. A promiment official of tbe Union Pacific company has stated that Ids company is in no way interested i n the new road but that be is satisfied that the English capitalists who are behind the movement are financially able to construct tbe road and equip it with the necessary rolling stock. Mr. Jenkins left with the request that he be furnished by the commer cial club with some data relative to Valley county and that those familiar with the typography of the county offer some suggestions as to the most feasible right of way.—Ord Journal. Ashton 8, Elba 1. Aahtnn defeated Elba by a score of 8 to one. Elba played a loose game, errors and allowing 4 walks, which was responsible for most of Ashton’s scores. Scores by innings Jt h * Ashton 400000103 8 5 4 Elba 000100000 1 311 2 base hits, Kwiatkowski. 3 base hits, L. Polski: Struck cut by Polski 9, by Sumoricb 3. Base on balls; off Polski 1; off Sumoricb 4. Bases stolen G. Polski. Tspolski, W. Wilson, and Sumorich. Time of game, 1:40 Da pfaa,B. Loren*.___ Grand Colony Excursion For Ladies and Gentlemen WU1 Jbe given Through the Auspices of the Amer ican Townsile Co. of San Antonio from Missouri Kansas, Oklanoma and Nebraska to Texas. A town lot and five acre tracts will be sold for fruit and truck farms, summer and winter homes, for three hundred dollars; ten dollars down and ten dollars per month, no inter* est or taxes until paid for. Special cars will be in service, a banquet will be given at Hotel LaSalle, free oyster and clam bake will be served in grove near Beach. Fishing amd sailing will be at your pleasure at Seadrift and Port O’Connor. This trip will be the event of your life. Everybody come / and bring your friends. Trains will leave Omaha and other points in Nebraska June 18th, Kansas City June 18, at 9 a. m., Oklahoma City and Muskogee June 18, and intermediate points- Route and tickets on the Frisco to Port O’Connor. Under all circumstances connect with the Frisco. For further information address. DOCTOR C. I, HUTCHA80N, Savoy Hotel, Kansas City, Mo. -> Summer Tourist Round Trip Fares to the Pacific Coast 'From Loup City to California 62.10, to north Pacific Coast points 62.10, to California on* way via north Pacific Coast points 77.10. Tickets on sale June 1 to Sept. 30 in clusive. Final return limit October 3i, i9i2. In addition to the abcve the following low fares will be in "u”" effect from Loup City to California 67.08. to north Pacific Coast point 9 57.08i to California one way viv North Pacific Coast points 72 09 Tickets on sale to California June 12 to 20; final return limit August 31. August 29 tv Sept 4; final return limit October 31. Tickets on sale to N erth Pacific Coast Points June 3rd to 6; final retur limit July 27. June 27 to July 5: final return limit August 27. July lin 12,final return limit Sept. 11. October 12 14 and 15; final return limit No vember 15. Tiekets on sale to California one way via north pacieic coast points same dates and with same limits as to both California and north . Pacigc Coast points. Union Pacific Standard Road of the West Protected by Electric Block Signals. Excellent Dining Can on ail trains. For and information relative to fares, routes, eta, call on or address G. W. Colupmest, Agent ... ' ► ’ Lc- i