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

the Aobbs boy. c0urAgeously. That's
why wanted to come over here where
there was sea-rponl. 10 that It wouldni
be any haif-baksd trial It's whole
hog or mono with me- What ia like
to have IN for you to drop me on the
derrick. I'll bet - ten to one I'll ny.
Wal. wouldn't dast to chase ye ur
to collect the bet," said Uncle Thurs
ton Ken me devil never did Kit
along very WELL
I've got to slide on the guy rope
nrst, have -" asked Mobhs.
"Ye hain't goin' to try nothin' res
kier n that on my primises," declared
Barrows. stoutly.
The pulley was soon on the rope
| and with line through block at the
head OF the derrick upright the mag
| nfncent bird was hoisted into position.
Ciinching his handles and setting
his feet into position on the treadles.
he cried. Let go!"
Uncle Bsrrows released the line and
down the curve of the guy rope swoop-
ed the aerial Mobbs and his mocycIe.
But there was notone dap of the huge
wings. Hobbs yelled to Barrows to
check him. and the old man threw ON
the snub and just saved Hobbs from
slammins against the prop post at the
foot
Both were trembling when tho
young man stood once more on the
ground
Wal. reckon that's a close enough
squeak to suit ye. hain't it," demand
ed the old man hotly. "Why didn't
We use your old foppers and do some
thing? Ye scarf me most to DEATH
That kind Of an experiment doesn't
prove anything, Mr.. Barrows," gasped
Mobbs. There wasn't any chance
for me to do any flying. scaling along
in that fashion. Now, II you will only
hang me from that derrick arm out
over the pit and let me have a chance
to practice motions know can show
you something to surprise you
Il hain't specially hankerin' for any
more surprises" said Uncle Thurston,
but in order to cure we III hitch We
| on good end solid and run we out. But
no more teasin' after that, mind. ye.'
Its all I'll ask for, Mr.. Barrows,"
Mobbs promised.
So Barrows hung him from the end
Of the rope that was rove through, the
block at the end Of the great arm, and
then swdng the arm slowly out over
the precipice.
In order to give some elasticity to
the rigging Uncle Thurston had sug-
gested that it might be well to put at
the end of the rope "a huge coiled
spring that he had at the quarry. This
had been done.
Nov git to goin'," cried Uncle
Thurston. "If we can't slacken that
spring We hain't much of a Bird
And then J. Warren Mobbs did get
to going. He beat the palpitating air
with mighty reach of respondent PIN
ion. He thrashed the ether with swish
and swat and switherings. He pulled
like a stake-driving heron. He smote,
he sweated.
eye hain't hftin' an ounce" yelled
Uncle Thurston. 'Put in! Put in"
The inventor did nut in. Up and
battering vainiy 2. the air. Uncle
Barrows watched his frantic wallop-
ings for time, and then with grim
twist at the corners of his mouth, he
cried, 1.-The air may be a lettle denser
furder down."
He let run about twenty feet Of rope.
Down dropped the inventor with
heart-rending yell. He thought that
something had broken and that he had
been launched. But Uncle Thurston
jammed> the brake, and Mobbs was
yanked up with jolt that nearly dis
located mis- neck. When he stopped
the jar shook feathers off him like
leaves floating from an autumn tree
after wind gust. Before he had time
to get his breath, Uncle Thurston gave
him another drop, this time about ten
feet. Again the feathers rained down.
s.Be We moulin :" yelled Uncle
Thurston. when poultry sheds
feathers like that, it's a sign they need
more lime
Again he dropped Mobbs and this
time it was a long and breathless run
almost to tho bottom of the quarry.
Mobbs thought that be was going to
strike and the yell that came out OF
him sounded like the yell of an In
Jun devil" Uncle Thu. ston said after
ward.
The old man took look over the
edge of the precipice. There far be-
low. his feet just clearing the ground.
dangled and fouLdered j. Warren
Mobbs. His pinions were dragged
and ragged.
Hoist me back" he yelled.
Say, youngster." called Uncle
Thurston, "only eagles belong In the
air. Brahmas belong on ground. The
only job in the bird line you are good
for is to hatch aigs. I'll bet you