New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1904-04-03


Ipurce and a glacial coolness-he is super
1ative parsonage in all respects. He captures
flying machine in which he carries Mr.. Blu
Inenruth, distressed fnancier. to Paris, win
ming a small fortune thereby; he saves the in
cautious blronet. his father from troublesome
ENHANCEMENT witE a dishonest money lender;
he adopts a sister whom he brings up with the
decorous severity Of grandmother; and he de-
1eats the plans Of band Of kidnappers who
are holding for ransom the daughter OF an
American millionaire. In short. he is an i'm
possible combination Of angel child and man of
the world who spends his time in coping brill
iantly with all sorts Of impossible situations
and he Is withal amusing parsonage whose
adventures. absurd they may be. are unde-
niably entertaining. The book is an extraya-
Eanza Of the touch and CO. order, and not TO
be read seriously. as may be discerned in the
scene Of the arrival at the EiTel Tower of the
flying machine containing the badly scared Blu
menruth and the Intrepid Hero:
He II looming through the first dim gray
light OF dawn, steered over IT, let fail grapnel
and hooked il into the ratings which ran round
it. took n turn of the rope round the windlass
and wound the machine down to within twenty
Feet or the top Then he went to the hnancier.
unroped him, and kicked him IN the ribs I'M
gently.
AS he Kicked. saying Get upl Get up" an
aStOniShed voice below cried, "Qui viveT
Looking over the side OF the Tinker saw
dnly the figure Of n Eendarmc and said briskly
Santos DurnontT' -Viye Santos DurnontP' cried
the gendarme with enthusiasm Tinker went
back TO the financier and kicked him again
Where am II Where am II he murmured
family.
ON the top OF the Finel Tower" said Tinker.
"What7 Savedl Saved" cried the nnancier,
for all the world as though he had been In a
melodrama; and he sat up.
81 should like the five thousand pounds
please" said Tinker. brought back by the touch
OF earth from his aerial dreams to cold reality.
thousand pOUngSi' fnanCier.
every faculty alert at the mention OF money.
NO. no! How am to get five thousand
pounds? Five hundred nowi Five hundred
pounds is an enormous suIn-an enormous sum
for little boy. or even fifty! Yes. yes; fftyi-
That's really very tiresome." said Tinker very
gently. Il never thought you'd be so foolish as
TO leave all that money in empty rooms In
hotel Well, well, we must fly straight back and
get IT. hope we shall have as good luck as we
had coming over" And he turned to the levers.
Here! here! here" screamed the financer;
tore button off his coat in his haste to get at
his breast pocket; whipped out his notecase and
with trembling fingers took five notes from the
bundle which stuffed it. and thrust them into
Ifnkers hand
Tinker counted them. made that each
was for thousand pounds and put them in
darme, and said in French:
81 want TO drop my assistant win you con-
duct him to the bottom of the tower?'
"Mais oui Avec plaisir. Monsieur lie Contei''
cried the gendarme, striking himself hard on
the chest TO show his eager enthusiasm
"Merci bien." said Tinker. lowering the rope
The gendarTne held II steady, and the hnan-
Cier descended gingerly. When he or II,
and the gendarme had lOosed II, Tinker said,
-Au revoir! and mind you wire to my father at
once" and let the grapnel rope slip out OF the
wlndlass. Heightened OF the nnancler, the ma
chine shot up into the air.
Having rested and refreshed himself in the
country. Tinker returned the Eiffel Tower
whereat he had appointed a meeting with his
father and the owner Of the flying machine.
At the bottom of the tower Mr.. BIumenruth
radiant and triumphant. burst through the
throng. flung himself upon them, and dragged
them to n smart victoria which awaited them.
He told them Joyously that he had cleared
eighty-Seven thousand pounds, and protested
that they should be his guests at his hotel as
long as they stayed in Paris. On the way to II
Sir Tancred got down to buy some cigars, and
he was barely in the shop when the fnancier
said in a jerky way to Tinker: II a very
neat little motor-car. which / should like to
make you present OF But 1 say don't
want you to tell any one-how-how III / was
up there My spirit all right, of course;
but that rarefed Attracting business wor-
rieS-produced state OF nervous prostitution
II wasn't quite myself in fact"
Tinker looked at him with intelligent interest
and, closing one of his sunny blue eyes, said
thoughtfuly: Nervous prostration7 Is the
motor a Panhard?'
yes" said Mr.. Blurnenruth
eff you hadn't been so-so-upset I've no
doubt you'd have sailed the machine yourself
said Tinker warmly.