The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1910-07-17

imaginary. You couldn & 90 IL, really
eyes. " he said; ''I could do it,
"You re tireless then7" she asked
out GS resi- ToTt% for 90 week %n 81 '''lHS'
"I don't fly" he told her, cor
hardly at all. The birds don It fly. not
these great sea birds that live on the
wing. They sail; SO do l.
but then, don't you have to 90
with The wihd?'
"You've sailed boat, haven Il
you2' he asked by way of answer
You put up sail to catch the breeze
and then you make it force your boat
right up into it; make your boat &c
against the wind. by the force of the
wind itself. That was regarded as 4
miracle once when men first did it,
"Of course, she admitted. ''bnt you
do that by tacking.'
"That IS the way [ do it-by tack
ing. and the force Of gravity is my
keel'
"And in calml' she nsked.
'1t's never really calm up there
t's always alive. restless, always flow
ing this way and that, sometimes in
great placid, even rivers, with bank.
as clenrly marked, almost, as the banks
of Il stream of water, And then again
III storms
He interrupted himself with shor
laugh, and then asked her an absurC
question "Can you imagine sea OF
thick molasses! II you can. try t.
think what it wonld be like In storm
and then you will know how waite
storms seem TO me, who live in the air
Those waves in the sky, when they II
angry, shoot you aloft for a mile, whirl
ing, and then droD you again, as if Of
the edge Of q precipice, with nothing
nothing at all, but sheer vacancy, be
meath Your wings. 4t blows so hare
sometimes that even the albatross o.
against it. They have to turn anj
scud, and give the storm its will will
them, lust like the lesser fowl | haC
to do that once. and it is the only time
in my life that | have ever felt a,
overmastcring terror
She looked at him curiously, "And
yet, you must have faced death a thou
sand times,' she hazarded
g 1t wasn't the prospect Of deatl
thoughtfully, ct was Just plain panic
Just the intrinsic terror Of the Titar
himself, who seemed to be drunk anc
beaving the world about. That doesn =
sound very sensible: perhaps you un
derstand the thing 7 mean"
She did not answer, but sat fo
awhile, thoughtfully silent, her chin oil
her knees, her arms embracing them
and her eyes focused no nearer tina,
on the patch Of dusky orange at th,
horizon.
How long have you lived likt
this?n she asked abruptly.
Greatly livedl Only three month";
or so. | spent the better part Of fivt
years learning TO fly.
And you have flown all over rh'
"All over this most deserted patel
of it,
There was another silence. Then sht
said, .'And what contempt you mus
have for us-for US, poor wingless crea
lures, who cannot cross Il little fissurt
in n rock OF bit of open water with
out such tollsome labor, Yes, that mus
be the feeeling-contempt; it could
"If that's true he reioined quick
achieved toward the world the feeling
which the world held for me-
The words were spoken harshly, alb
ruptlv, as if his memory had Just tastet
something Intolerably bitter. The man
ner of the words. no less than the senst
of them startled her, and she checked
a movement to turn and look into hi.
face. Instead, she tried to recall il
as it had looked when she had frs
stood confronting him, before the twi
light had faded.
II was a strange face. ms she remem
bered 1t. but this, she reflected, wa!
probably due To the Incongru0us effect
of his deeply tanned skin with his very
light, sun-bleached hair. A sensitive
face, finely chiseled. almost beautiful
and young, but with an inexplicablt
stamp OF premature age upon 1T. 1t hac
not struck her at all as II tragic face
And yet the meaning of those last
words of his uttered as they were, haC
been tragic enough.
At least you have magnificent
revenge, was all she said And theI
there was another silence. She herself
was trying to think of something tc
say, for she realized that his confes
sion had been involuntary, and that The
silence must be distressing him.
But it was be himself who broke the
silence with Il natural. matter of fact
question. " ou say a searching party
has set out from the yachtl Have they
been long ashorc'''
"They set out only little after
sunrise. We came into the bay with
the last of yesterdays twilight. and
the sight of those huts, at The edge
little, ''ncarly made us hope that the
impossible might prove true, We fired
our signal cannon two or three times
and then sent up some rockers. without
getting any answer IL was too late
to 90 ashore in the dark; so we had
TO wait Il few hours for another sun.
rise. The few of us who were left on
tho Yacht expected them back today
before dark fell. But | suppose there s
nothing to worry about in their not com
ING. They won't eQuinped to pass 4