The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1902-07-04

a few days ago J. Warren Mobbs o
South Etna. Me-. appeared ct Thurstor
HaFrovs' granite quarry, just acrosl
tAe town line into stetson.
J. Warren Mobbs ID the well-knowr
Inventor Of the hydraulic scarscrow
the farmers Friend cows tatl-hold.
e." and Of the "Bound-to-Sst Deter.
rsnf'-this last being contrivancs u
discourage the matsrnaae instinct in
farm poultry. am tempted to de.
scribe right here at the outset the ex-
traordinarv effect the hydraulic scare
Crow ha< on the horse flesh OF the
town Of Etna after the scarecrow wa.
Get tn operation on the farm Of J. War.
rem Mobbs' father. But have an
other message just now.
J. Warren Mebbs came to the quar-
~ in beach wagon, and in the back
OF the vehicle he brought huge bun
die. He hitched his horse and took
Uncle Thurston Barrows out to on.
side.
'skr. Barrows," said he, "can you
keep secret IL I'll let you In on /.
good thing?"
rain't no more Of them duhea
sheet iron scarecrows and hoo-nicke.
contraptions to make trouble, is it,
inquired Uncle Thurston. suspiciousl,
You know all the talk now Is -abou
aerial navigation, hr. Barrows," said
MobBs. IL figure that l have distance
the world, Santos-Dumont. Hi Maxim.
ard all the rest Of EN-"
wal, know who Hi Maxim is
said Uncle Thurston. HE used to liY.
up here in Sangerville when he wa,
young, and his folks was poorer'l
Pooduc, and he used to fight ev'ry boz
In town like a cattymaount. But I've
heer'n tell as how he has got to be
wuth some money in these later days.
But who's this Sanity Doodle ye are
tellin' about?"
why, he's the man that invented
the latest flying machine" j. Warren
Mobbs explained.
where's lie fiyin' with it?' Uncle
Rarrows inquired.
Round Paris and them places,
said Mobbs.
Don't ye b'lieve all we hear told
sonny" said Uncle Thurston. "Fron
what I've read, jedge that most ev'ry
one thinks he's got wings jest as soor
as he commences to navigate round
that Paris. Prob'ly we've heer'n the
thing wrong. Didn't some tell we in
joke that this Sanity Doodle was fiyin'
his kite? Wal, that don't mean real
fyin'. I've been round more'n you
have, bub. That's jest jokin'" He
nudged young Mr.. Mobbs. II know.
cause I've flew the kite. That Bos-
tons a great place, say, now, you bet
It Is
But Mobbs broke in earnestly, "Oh.
It's straight about Santos Oumont,
Mr.. Barrows. I've been reading all
about it in the newspapers Here's a
magazine article with a picture of the
thing"
Uncle Thurston studied It through
his specs. Looks like a eassige with
q cock-roach hanging to it," he COM
mented.
Its homely thing, hint it,"
asked Mobbs.
"Dumbed homely," assented Uncle
Thurston.
That's it, Mr.. Barrows, it's just
homely and awkward Mobbs grasp
ed the old man by the coat sleeve and
continued excitedly: But I've invent
ed a flying machine that's the real
thing. It's ahead of all Of 'em. And
that's the secret"
"Sho!" said Uncle Barrows.
"And I've got it right there in the
hack of that beach wagon said
Mobbs.
oval, dew tell" It was evident
that Uncle Thurston was bit inter-
ested even If he was not impressed.
aye don't reckon ye are ever goin' to
do any fyin' with it?' he inquired
doubtfuliy.
Fly! fly? Why, like an eagle!'
J. Warren Mobbs held up his arms
toward the ether. His face shone.
wal, if We start be sure We curl up