Evening star., 1897-05-29

1 could see miles OF u~
wire devoted to the
| commercial utilization of ideas which had
been at first hailed the dreams of in
! sanity. l fairly staggered as l felt the
force of each sue ,cssive blow to my skep-
| tlcism. and then l said to myself. Perhaps
| there is something in it. after ALL 90
ITO what do you REFER" inquired Mr..
| RouEdollar mildly.
You won't laugh when I tell YOU, will
ycu?"
No. 1 give you my word 1 will not
It's a flying machine"
I'm much obliged to you for telling me
about 1t. But don't believe l care to have
| anything to do with 1T
1T is the crowning triumph of the most
| remarkable inventive era the world has
| ever Witnessed
have not the slightest doub; that II is
very good flying machine-as flying ma-
| chimes go nowadays"
His visitor smiled patiently and proceed
| ed.
I'm not asking You to invest your money
on any uncertainty, you know. This is a
sire thing. i an letting you in on the
| ground floor"
"Yes. They look all right on paper, and
there isn't any excuse in all the books on
| physics for their not doing exactly
as you sell them. But they don't
| send out your invitations and get the
| audience and then the machine founders
and falls into state of collapse before
| i
| give IT a fair test"
Il wish 1 could take you for a trip in
this ONE
"If you could would buy stock in it."
1 flying machine travelled all the way here
from ChicaRo?"
Yes. If you can convince me of it,
There's nothing easier. You know Mr.
| Ruffedge. II you will walk over to see
| him, he will corroborate what i say"
"All right. If Ruffedge says it's a good
thing. I'll trust it,
I'll wait here till you get back said
| the promoter.
AS Mr.. Roundollar walked into Ruff
| edges Office, tine latter looked up from his
| desk and exclaimed. rather impatiently:
Il suppose you want to know whether
| that flying machine came here from Chi
cago Yesterday
"well. it did. You're the seventh man
| who has asked me that question today.
| I'm getting tired of answering It," And he
plurged his nose into his mass OF corre-
| spondence once more.
| Twenty minutes later Mr.. Roundoilar
| had exchanged money for some neatly ex-
| ecuted engraving on bond paper. In q few
| days Mr.. koundollar called at Ruffedges
office and taking chair glared at him
81 suppose you're thinking about that
flying machine" said Mr. Ruffedge un-
easily.
| II am"
here this morning. 1 admit that 1 ought
to have taken more time to explain. But
l was very busy that day"
/ You said that 1t had Travelled all the
way here from Chicago
Yes. And 1t had The fellow got me
| SO interested in it that went over to the
freight yards and with my own eyes !
saw them unload II from a fiat car that
had just gotten in from the west"
A Dream OF Happiness.
I often hear about the way the city people
i pines
Fur the cottage an the porches where the
mornin' glory twines:
They yearn to feel the breezes an to ZEE
| the settin' sun.
An to listen to the chorus Of the frogs
when day is done.
An the way they talk on flowers makes me
blush when confess
That they amt enough to soothe me In my
| state o. loneliness;
| That. in spite Of all folks tell me, both in
poetry an prose.
I'm a-longin' fur the city. where The gold
brick
I've noticed strangers tryin' to make out
A-tramp4n' through the mountains, chasIn
n0tnln Win q gun.
II spice Of true adventure is the thins
that suits your plan.
There's nothin' tests your nerves like
meetin with a bunco man.
Don't tell me Of the stars which DER the
hills and valleys shine;
I'd trade 'em of fur gas an 'lectric lights
ef they was mine.
An wistfully scan the map an brush my
| Sunday clothes.
Fur I'm iongfn' fur the city, where the gold
brick
} They tell me Of the music OF the birds. s<
sweet an gay:
But. candidly. I'd ruther hear the stree,
plano play:
An there amt no gorgeous sunset tharl
fascinate my eye
Like the picters that are pasted up Il
charm the passefs-by.
The buiidin's shade n jes es cool ez anJ
forest nook,
! / An the soda-fonntain suits me better thar
the murmurin' brook.
: The daisy is . weed- / dread the pricker
Of the rose.
I'm ionein' fur the city. where the gold
brick