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CHAPTER VTT1 - •tatrtor and Fiord ant * xab and aero* to aptatr auiome td> «*ctorr aa paewra CHAPTER IX-Fiord tofimn rnajt! rl**£:» ad Jfto* Cadato. and warn* Stan ce AFTER X— R>atr*a acala rteita Joa ab-» and *tior boo*■**■■*»• faE frtond*. bis tao htoswW to nxptoo of Mtoa Cam <~H *F—rR XI -Jo*- befnr* important r*— «m w**iS*d *nv gtafora's ear are VbT«e fl*rt !*»•*• t**n sat Mmn rt>»*» t« ramp Partat vac* Jumna ** nm!> rest; try not to think of things." He had known the truth before be sed the question Stanton quie‘,y -ned his face to the wall and faint d. being very weak. In his next conscious Interval, be ■ut another demand. "Miss Floyd? She Is alive?” "Yes. oh yes,” the nurse heartily af irmed. "Yes. indeed." Once more Stanton turned to the rail. Jessica had not d:ed when Jes !id. then, according to her prediction; he tie of kinship had not held so far. She was In the little apartment, alone. Later In the nigh; his steady, silent gaze drew the attendant to his side. "What Is It? You are suffering :nore?" "Ask her to stop singing." he 'legged. "It wasn't my fault. Ask her o atop." The nurse took a glass from the able. Thetv Is no one singing. Mr. Str.n on. no one at all. Drink this.” "No one? Not out there in the lark?" "No." ' He averted hla gaze, and remained mute, unprotesting After that he never lost memory again; not even in sleep, for he dreamed. Day and night, hour after hour, Jessica's mo notonous song beat through his sick brain. "Oft. In the stilly night—" His nights were not still, always when he closed his eyes he heard tome one sobbing. Jessica Floyd weep ing for her brother. But gradually the last traces of de lirium faded out Slowly his superb , health reasserted Its dominion and | brought Stanton back to normal life. Tie fractured bones knit, the other injuries healed. He never spoke Floyd's name a sec I end time. Xor did any one mention it io im. The head of the Mercury Company came out from *ew York to see him and express cordiaJ sympathy George, who had driven the Duplex to victory after the Mercury’s wreck, came to visit him more than once, a Monde, cheery presence: as did the driver of the machine on the bridge who ov aed his own life to Stanton's <©ol fearlessness and skill. Mr. Green brought his fussy condolence, tut none of them alluded to Jes TToyd. There was a curious constraint ’hat marked them all. an air of watch fully keeping silent upon some sob er’ constantly presen’ in their minds ttan-on looked them through anil •hrough with hia hollow blue-black yes. and asked nothing. It was two months before he could leave the hospital. Winter had shut n. r >and bleak. The day fixed for ns departure, the doctor lingered in liddia" him good-by. "I have not wan ed you to be wor ri-wl Mr. Stanton.” he said bruskly. X •: on any account. But from the , 'act 'hat your first question was ‘Jes ' d" I Imagine you feel some re ' • sibility in that matter. May I ask There you are going?” ! fore the spoken name Stanton virjr d but steadily met the other’s Eiuisltive eyes. “To Miss Floyd.” he responded. The doctor held out a hearty hand. "Good. I was sure of it! A patient shows a lot of his character to his physician. Good luck to you—all kinds." How did he know of unprotected Jes sica Floyd? Stanton wearily pondered the question as he descended to the carriage. Or rather, how did he know i of Stanton’s feeling of responsibility •oward her? The mechanician was supposed to take his chance with the driver. Perhaps delirium had revealed the close bond of friendship between Plovd and himself. At tne railroad station, a tall young man approached him, as the train whistled in the distance. “My name is Richards,” he an ; nounced diffidently. “You’re hardly 1 on your feet vet, Mr. Stanton; if there ‘ is anything I can do for you on the , trip Into the city. I’d be glad.” Stanton surveyed him with blank con-recognition. “You don't remember me?” the young man tried again. "Have you ; forgotten the cub reporter who fol lowed you on the afternoon you were arrested for sp?Cding your machine in ; Pelham Parkway? You let your com •lanion give me the story.” Stanton put out his hand, the poign ant memory unendurable. "Yes. yes. What of it?” "It gave me my start, it meant a big life for me; and I didn't forget It. i I made the accounts of the accident at the Cup race as easy for Miss Floyd a« I could, when they came out. There was bound to be some sensational ism.” “Thank you." Stanton made brief ac knowledgment. “There Is nothing that | you can do for me.” The train waa hissing at the plat form. but the reporter pursued him. a step farther. ^ "You. you'll look after Miss Floyd/ Mr. Stanton? That’s square?” The driver turned an amazed resent ful glance upon his questioner, his hand on the rail. But. hardly aware why. he answered, however glacially. "Yes, sir." The reporter beamed at him, radiant. “I knew it,” he called, above the roar and clang of the starting train. "I knew it waa all right." A dull gray sky arched above a snow-patched landscape, flurries of snow were In the harsh air. Stanton with unseeing eyes directed out (be window, chin in band, much as he had found Floyd sitting in the west bound train the night they started for Indianapolis. September sunlight, Oc tober crimson and gold, all gone. A delicate fragrance drifted around him. r,i, : e wasTHe TrouTrou of'soft grrments as some one took the seat facing him. Stanton looked up. and saw Valerie Carlisle opposite, her blond fairness framed in dark vel vets and furs, her amber eyes regard ing him from beneath the shadow of her wide plumed hat. “There is nothing at all singular in my being here, Mr. Stanton.” she stat ed, in her cool, indolent voice. “Be cause I ascertained by telephone when ycu intended to leave the hospital, an so arranged to meet you on the train Tomorrow I start for Europe, to re main for a long time, and it was nec essary for me to speak with you first. I am sorry to see that you have been frightfully ill.” “You are too good.” he answered, the old antagonism stirring him strong ly. “As you observe, I was not for tunate enough to finish myself com pletely in the late wreck.” 4, “One sometimes feels like that.’ she coincided, passing one small gloved hand across the soft fur of her muff “I have wished for the finish. her< lately, for my part. You probably did not know that I was engaged to marry Archer Ross, of the Atalanta Automo bile Company?” Stanton sat erect. All Floyd's »us 1 [■ic'.ons of this girl rushed back to his mind. “Yes,” she confirmed the thought In his expression. “What you are imagin ing is quite correct I tried very hard to induce you to drive for the Atalanta Company instead of for the Mercury. The Atalanta absolutely required a good racing record. But I failed. You were more than firm in your decision.” So that had been what she wanted of him. That had lain behind her polished surface of gracious admira tion and had been the core of her in sincerity. "And when I would not drive for your company, you tried to prevent me from driving for my own?” He wondered Incredulously. She looked at him, and looked away again. “I fancy you would scarcely credit me. Mr. Stanton, if I denied the fact, now. I have been very clumsy; a so ciety woman is not trained to practical melodrama. You are unbelievably dif ficult to lead.” Her flawless self-possession gave an efTect of unreality to the whole afTair. Stanton felt a vertigo of the mind. "You had that purpose in view when you first spoke to me at the Beach twenty-four hour rece?” he . questioned. “You hoped to induce ] me to wreck my car by fast driving. In order to leave the Atalanta a better chance of winning?” “Oh, no!" she deprecated. “I never tried to cause your wreck—what can you think me? No. that was merely an impulsive experiment; I wanted to see if you would do as I wished. Some men have done so.” “Are you going to tell me that you drugged me at Lowell, on the eve of the road race?” “Drugged you? That is a harsher description than I ever gave the inci dent in my own mind. But I poured into your cofTee what Archer Ross had given me for that purpose. He said it would not harm you, only prevent you from driving next morning; he had been betting heavily on his car. But you raced, after all, ill as you must have been. I never imagined you would take such a risk, or I should have re fused the responsibility. I disliked the task, anyhow. To be frank. 1 was hor ribly frightened when I saw you on he course, and when the report of your accident came in, I felt guilty of assassination." He looked at her. at her ivory-and golc beauty, her composed ease, his own face coldly emotionless. It did not matter, nothing mattered, now. But yet he read that behind that ap parent ease of hers heaved a sea of stormy thoughts; as always, her speech was no guide to her mind. “I suppose, then, that you would not have been distressed if I had broken my arm when I cranked your car after driving you home from New York.” he commented. Her color changed for the first time, her eyes flashed to his. “You angered me.” she retorted. “You brutally told me that you had not raced at the Beach, to please me, nor would you do so. You were super cilious, no man had ever treated me that way Before. For one instant I did hate and long to hurt you; I pushed up the spark as you cranked. The next moment I would have undone it if I could.” There was a pause, as the train halt ed at a station, and the usual flurry of egress and ingress ensued. When the start was made: “Why are you telling me this?” Stanton asked. “I am not considered especially amiable and forgiving, as a rule: why chance unnecessary con fession?” “No,” her lip bent in a faint smile that was not mirthful. “But you are too masculine to retaliate upon a woman. I am not much afraid, ml Stanton Surveyed Him With/Blank Non-Recognition. though I find myself forced to depend upon your indulgence. A net was spread for the feet of the wicked' by some one more acute, or less indiffer ent, than the Mercury’s driver. Your —mechanician set a private detective at the task of following and guarding you until after the Cup race; fearing treachery, I suppose, would be used to prevent your driving. You are aur prised?" 1 He saw the crowded railway station, on the morning of the return from In face Turned To hiu, in the artitic.a! light. He heard the fresh young voice: “If you won’t take care of yourself. Stanton—” "There was no need, Mr. Stanton. I had no idea of interfering with you personally. But the thing was done, and overdone. The man hired to play letectlve was not honest: he exceed ed his mission of protection and went on to investigation for his own profit, f I am telling you this, it is because ou would soon hear the story from . ilm, anyhow, and because I want you to silence him. He has offered me his silence for a price, but I do not choose to yield to a blackmail which, once commenced, would never end. I prefer to ask shelter of your chivalry.” “I will silence him,” he gave cold as surance. “You are very good. It is not the least of my humiliations to know that you could deal me nothing more con temptuous than your forbearance.” She hesitated. “There is one thing more: I would like to ask whether your recent accident was in any way caused by the late arrival of the tires for your machine.” “You did that?” “Yes. I did that I had the express car misdirected before it left my fa ther’s factory in Chicago. I knew your car could not race on bare rims.” Stanton turned to the window. So she was responsible for the last harsh ness he had shown Floyd: since their misunderstanding could never have arisen if the mechanician had not been absent on the trip to Coney Is land. His sudden nausea of loathing for her made calm reply difficult. “The lost tires had nothing to do with the accident,” he explained care fully. “If you have quite finished. Miss Carlisle, I will change to another seat” ' it is I who am going. I am glad that the wreck and alteration In you “God,” Breathed Stanton, and Sank Into a Chair. are not my fault It may Interest you to learn that Archer Ross broke his engagement to me last week, to marry a chorus girl.” He looked at her, then. "Yes,” she agreed. "Dramatic pun ishment is it not? You can regale Miss Floyd with the tale. You are on your way to her. of course.” “Miss Carlisle!” She rose, drawing around her the heavy folds of velvet. He saw now the faint lines about her delicate mouth and the new hardness of her tawnv eyes. She had suffered, was suffering also. “Congratulate her from me. Mr. Stanton. At least she has known a man, whatever it has cost her.” Yes, Floyd had played a man's part Whatever the anguish of losing him, it was a matter of congratulation to have known him. It never occurred to Stanton that Valerie Carlisle might have meant him, himself. It was afternoon when Stanton ar rived in New York, among the snow sprinkled, hilarious crowds that thronged the streets. And then he first realized that this was the day be fore Christmas. Christmas? Holiday? With a vague impulse to escape it all, he hailed a taxicab. A girl with her arms full of holly brushed past him as he reached the curb, a man in uniform stopped him with a hastily recited plea for aid to the hungry poor. At him Stanton looked, and put a yellow bill in the outstretched hand. "Sir!” the man cried, pursuing him with ready book and pencil. “What name? So generous—” “Floyd,” Stanton answered, and stepped into the vehicle. me aaaress ne gave to tne cnaui feur was that of the quiet up-town apartment house. The little old Irishwoman clad In black silk opened the door. He fan cied she had aged, but on - eeing him she broke into bramin r smiles and ushered him in with *=ag< • ’ me. The girl who was li’ c F wa » standing in the fire'.it rc i. S ar ton paused on the ihres mid, he re treated against the winc w c; -si , her fingers winding ther.;; '.v< hard Into the draperies, her marvelor -a;* eyes wide and fevered. So the.- r ;eil at each other, dumb. "You can not bear to see me?” Stan ton first found voice. “I have no right to blame you—God knows I under stand. Yet Floyd would tell you that it was not my fault. I did not throw away his life by recklessness.” She gazed at him still, yet it seemed to him that during a brief second consciousness had left her and return ed. that now she looked at him differ ently, almost wildly. “I have been near death, also," he resumed. “I have seen no newspa pers, I do not know what they have told you. But the accident was pure accident: If ha mnld.have been here. To be continued Musical Sands. Musical sands have been known for 1,000 years and it is believed tbat there is a reference to them in one of the tales of the “Arabian Nights." But nature produces much finer re sults. There is the Mountain of the Bell on the shores of the Red sea, which makes extraordinary sounds and boomings when the winds set the countless millions of particles rubbing against each other and vibrating. I German Doctors Making Good Patients From Many Citias Taking Treatment Now that harvest is over many vic tims of chronic ailments have enrolled for a course of treatment at the offices of the German Doctors, 108 E. 3rd St., Grand Island, Xebr. Their extensive practice have made them so proficient that diseases are diagnosed in a few minutes, and rapid results follow cases accepted for treatment. The resident offices are maintained for the benefit of patients in this vicinity who appreciate the ! saving of travel, time and expenses, ' yet receive the same skilled services given at the home offices in Council Bluffs, la. They treat all curable cases of eye, ear, nose, throat and lung diseases, catarrh, rheumatism, gravel, paraly sis, stomach, heart, kidney, blood and ! nervous diseases. They are especially | equipped for bloodless treatment of goiter, piles, rupture, cataract, en larged veins, etc. Their system is nearly all home treatment so that frequent visits to their offices are not necessary. Monday Sept. 2nd has been set as (he free consultation date at Grand Island offices. If impossible to call on this date, write for consultation date later. CHURCH IT^ MS J. W. Long’s graphinola was put j into requisition at the Methodist I church last Sunday evening, to the great delight of the young folks. Special services at the Methodist church next Sunday. For full pro gram see bulletin. All are cordially invited. German Evangelical church, Sep tember 1, will be held service at Kelso et ’ a. it. and 11:30 a. m. Sunday I seh.ol. I be special exercises at the Me; d.-t cburc next Sunday. Sve -it iristlin c uro'n next Sun day, n : e >er 1: Suidav school at 10:3’. ; . . •„ d 11:15 a. ra. song ser vice. S. los oy the Johnson sisters, t xtrr, music by new string band and remarks by the pastor. Come all and enjoy a good time. At the Presbyterian churcb—Ser vices as usual Sunday. Sept. 1. At 11:30 a.m. services suitable to Labor Day will be given. At 8 p. m., out door services on the church lawn, weather permitting. Bible study service each Thursday evening. Clear Creek Items Claude Stapleton and Guy Weller i left Monday for Alliance. Neb. I Mr. J. M. Lowery left last week j for Omaha where he will receive | medical treatment. Carl Amick went to Omaha last Saturday for a vacation period to visit a sister and brother. Miss Grace Adams went to Broken Bow Saturdav for a few days' visit with friends. I Many of the people from this vicin ity attended the Festival at Loup City last week. A dance was given at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Adam Zahn last Satur day night. Miss Katie Smith returned home Saturday morning from Ctica. Neb., where she has been visiting with relatives for the past two weeks. Mr. and Mrs. Geo. Zahn viisted at the home of Mr. and Mrs, Warren Edson, Sunday. Revealed Family Secret. The other day a teacher in a Boston school, who had just had a present of a very handsome hand-painted fan, took it down to the class room for the edification of the scholars. Very few of them had seen anything other than the palm leaf, or cheap Japanese fan, and did not associate this gorgeous af fair even with the five cent paper things of somewhat similar shape. Selecting perhaps the dullest of ths pupils, the teacher held up the fan, and asked what the lovely thing was. The child did not know. "What does your mother use to keeg her cool in the hot weather?*’ asked the teacher. “Beer,"’ was the reply. Saving Something. “This is a dreadful downpour." “Yes. ar.d my umbrella is far tw small to shelter your picture hat.” “Well, try to hold It over that vel vet bow, anyhow.”—Washington Her aid. * For a Square Deal i IN Real Estate And Insurance. lllPai J. W Dougal OFFICE OVER ( State Bank Building THEY CAME FROM SCOTLAND Phrases “We Uns" and “You Uns" Are Not Provincialisms of South ern States. Northerners who visit certain parts of the south and southwest are some times amused by what they call south ern provincialisms. Among these are “we uns" and "you uns.” As a matter of fact, the expressions are not strict ly southern, but are used by those who live—or used to live—in the Alle ghenies. The mountain population seems to be largely homogeneous, as if descended from a common stcck. The mountaineers have mingled lit tle with the people of the lower coun try, and being isolated, have preserved some of the peculiarities of speech and custom brought from the mother coun try, which the rest of us have aban doned. “We uns” is not even a true Americanism; it is common even now in Scotland, whence it was doubtlesa imported to our mountains by the hardy Scotch immigrants. The phrase is an ancient one. It may be found In Tyndale's New Testa ment. In Matthew 3:9 can be read: “And see that ye ons thinke not to saye in yourselves we have Abraham to oure father." . As Tyndale’s translation was print ed In 1526, nearly 400 years ago, this iorm of expression has the prestige of age, and belonged to the language of our ancestor^.—Youth's Companion. ONLY SMOKING TWENTY NOW Scheme of Slave to Weed to Keep Doctor From Cutting Off His Cigars. Joseph Jefferson. Jr., repeats a yarn that his father used to tell concerning a friend of the elder Jefferson who was an inveterate smoker. The man was getting along in years and found himself afflicted with some ailment which caused him a great deal of anxiety. "Why don't you consult a special ist?" Jefferson asked him. After thinking it over he decided he would. Several ’ays later Jefferson met him ana inquired as to his health, asking if he had seen a doctor. “Yes, 1 went to see one,” said the old man. “And what did he say?” “Well, you see, I'm a great smoker," he answered, “and I knew he would ask me the first thing how much I smoked and tell me to go a little slow. 1 smoke about 20 cigars a day, and when he asked me how many I con sumed 1 told him on an average of 40. ‘That’s too many,’ he said, ‘just cut the number in half.’ I am now smoking but 20.” Paderewski Disgusted. Paderewski, the famous pianist, wno recently made a tour of South Africr, complained bitterly of tile t aatment he received from South Africans. When he was coming down the coast from Durban, he told an interviewer that he was playing very softly on the ship's piano when a man came up to him and said: "Here, you stop that noise:-’ “I stopped playing at once,” said M. Paderewski, “and then the man went into the smoking room to his friends, and they roared with laughter when he told them he had stopped me playing. He was not con tent with insulting me, but he must also go up on deck, where my secre tary was painting, and throw biscuit crumbs all over the picture. What a country! How could one be happy in a country where there is no un derstanding of real art? They have no idea of art, no sentiment for it, and no desire for it” When the Sleeper Woke. There is a prominent lawyer in New York who finds an after-dinner nap an absolute necessity. He cannot keep awake and the habit of drifting off for a few moments, no matter where nor how, brings him frequent embarrass ments. Recently his wife saw him doze while talking to a distinguished judge who was their dinner gue6t, but she was clever and quick enough to divert the visitor’s attention to her self, so that the lapse passed unno ticed at the time. Unfortunately, just as the host regained a stupid half consciousness the guest rose to de part. The lawyer stepped forward with his most courteous greeting. “How do you do. Judge?” he in quired, smothering a yawn. “Why, I never saw you looking better. I hope you’re going to stay to dinner with us?” Sticking Up for Socrates. I It was the occasion of the British ! association's gathering, in the vicin ity of St. Davidis. Bishop Thirlwall 1 had invited all the leading men, save i one, to an entertainment at the pai j ace. The exception was Dr. Forcham mer, who, feeling that he was the vic j tim of an oversight, mentioned the matter to Jlonckton Milnes. “Oh. it is a mere incident,” said the poet. “I i will speak to the Bishop and put that ' right.” He did speak to the Bishop. “By some mischance Dr. Forchammer has not been invited to the palace; of course, you mean him to go?” he said. “No, indeed, I don’t,” said the Bishop. ! “Nothing would Induce me to ask un der my roof a man who has defended the execution of Socrates!”—Dundee Advertiser. York College A Strong. Standard Institution-164 students the last vear Recognized by the State and issues all grades of State Certificates Cnrivaled Location Most pleasant surroundings. Lowest rates of expense Three building Good equipments Full Collegiate work. Superior Normal training, thorough Academy courses. strong busi ness and shorthand departments, splendid conservatory of music, and also Oratory and Art. York College has helped hundreds of young people to good positions after saving them hun dreds of dollars on their education. Be sure to consult us before going elsewhere. Catalogue and picture bulletin free Fall erm opens September 16. Address Wm. E. Sc bell. President York Neb. ^Drink the New^ Crystal Pop «£• It’s the Best # * Call 'at the Bottling Works and take a case home with you and not drink so much water these hot days. ' CRYSTAL BOTTLING WORKS A. 0. LEE. PROPRIETOR I I Change of Program Every Monday, Wednes day Friday and Saturday Nights Special Feature Picture Every Friday a.o. imm . * • - ' v. ■ V , - —