The Flying MercuryIngram, Eleanor M. (Eleanor Marie)
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The Flying Mercury
Ingram, Eleanor M. (Eleanor Marie)
Automobile racing -- Fiction
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[Illustration: THE FLYING MERCURY]
THE
FLYING
MERCURY
By
ELEANOR M INGRAM
Author of
THE GAME AND THE CANDLE
With Illustrations by
EDMUND FREDERICK
Decorations by
BERTHA STUART
INDIANAPOLIS
THE BOBBS-MERRILL COMPANY
PUBLISHERS
COPYRIGHT 1910
THE BOBBS-MERRILL COMPANY
* * * * *
_To_
MY MOST DELIGHTFUL COMRADES AND
INDULGENT MOTOR INSTRUCTORS
--MY TWO BROTHERS
* * * * *
I
The roaring reports of the motor fell into abrupt silence, as the
driver brought his car to a halt.
"You signaled?" he called across the grind of set brakes.
In the blending glare of the searchlights from the two machines, the
gray one arriving and the limousine drawn to the roadside, the young
girl stood, her hand still extended in the gesture which had stopped
the man who now leaned across his wheel.
"Oh, please," she appealed again.
On either side stretched away the Long Island meadows, dark,
soundless, apparently uninhabited. Only this spot of light broke the
monotony of dreariness. A keen, chill, October wind sighed past,
stirring the girl's delicate gown as its folds lay unheeded in the
dust, fluttering her fur-lined cloak and shaking two or three childish
curls from the bondage of her velvet hood. The driver swung himself
down and came toward her with the unhasting swiftness of one trained
to the unexpected.
"I beg pardon--can I be of some use?" he asked.
"We are lost," she confessed hurriedly. "If you could set us right, I
should be grateful. I--we must get home soon. I have been a guest at a
house somewhere here, and started to return to New York this
afternoon. The chauffeur does not know Long Island; we can not seem
to find any place. And now we have lost a tire. I was afraid--"
She broke off abruptly, as her companion descended from the limousine.
"We only want to know the way; we're all right," he explained. "This
is my cousin; I came out after her, you see. Don't get so worried,
Emily--we'll go straight on as soon as Anderson changes the tire."
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