The Spokane press. [volume] (Spokane, Wash.) 1902-1939, 1910-06-08
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Another hour of that said he
would have made the points Of
the compass subjective vision
forever. 1 can see enc ant
NE. by NJ on every pinnacle Of
yon clouds! And now, sir, an Il
please thee, I'll get luncheon-ii
luncheon it can properly becallet
that costs less than so cents pei
jack-knife. Allons!"
In the little locker were founc
the elements from which Craigheat
prepared the luncheon of bacon
eggs and coffee, cooked on the
methanose stove. Carson listened
to the engines, as physician tc
heart-throbs, glancing from the
compass to the mountain domes Of
clouds in the north and west.
eve shall get into upper Allan
tic regions" said he, Gust in time
to hit the area of local storms to
night"
"Tornadoes?" queried Craighead
pouring out the amber coffee.
Maybe" smiled Carson. "Se
we're local storms always mean pos
sible twisters."
well" replied Craighead, what
do we care? I've got me umbrella
We kneow."
THAT makes us safe" replied
Carson. THE worst We need look
for is a good hard thunder shower;
but I'd rather make my first land
ing in Manhattan in fair weather
Its suqally there with me as
soon as l blow in," answered Craig
head. Come to grub
Carson looked from the tiller to
the compass, and hesitated. He
had never tried letting the Vir,
ginia follow her nose with the
tiller lashed
"Of course" said he, shell fall
off-but if she turns, can put her
back on her course. l believe I'll
try her"
DO" urged Craighead. with
this fairway, she oughtn't to run
into danger unless she's steerable
by heart-throbs and subjective
warnings. She'd go back, if she
was."
Shed go straight on" replied
Carson; Il wouldn't need to lash
the tiller."
The CALLING slavery of the
crew." said Craighead, doesn't al
low his telekinesis to buck the sub.
liminal Drawn of the captain.
al go away this blessed day,
To sail across the state. Matilda
My air-ship starts for various
parts,
At twenty after eight, Matilda
l do not know where we may go
Or whether near or far. Matilda
For Captain Carson. don't make
a parson,
OF any foremost tar. Matilda;
That mystic man beneath my ban
Shall suffer, coute quill coute,
Matilda;
What right has he to keep from
me
The airy, scary route, Matilda?
Although, in sooth, l am youth,
OF common sailor lot, Matilda,
Am | a man on human plan
Devised, or am | not. Matilda?'
And echo, if there were any place
to echo from, would answer, Not
Matilda!' Have some of the milk,
while the Virginia chases her tail
above Mr.. Pinchot's forest"
she doesn't chase her tail
much" replied Carson. 80 far, at
least"
She did not. The horoscopes
held her on an even keel, and the
NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS. delivered the
verdict that the Virginia was fol-
lowing course as level as a bat
tleship's. The compass trembled
about the point where Carson set
it, as the airship made minute de-
viations with changes in the air
currents. or momentarily lost CO.
ordination of the engines-at once
corrected by the synchronizer. She
was holding far closer to her course
(away up their in the blue) than a
schooner with dashed helm would
have done in the steadiest of
breezes. Carson ate, watched the
triumphant test, and forgot to
frown.
Save for wisps OF cirrus clouds