El Paso herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1901-1931, 1910-02-05

it's all o. K. ana I've mad a pipe dream;
but that isn't possible; I haven't any
thing to smoke. Why haven't 1 got a
cigaret? That's it, just a cigaret, and
I'm willing TO give up. Here, you big,
black stormy cloud over there, give me
cigaret; that's all 1 want now. You
hear me?
No, there is no use tearing my fin
gers off wrenching at that handle any
more. Something has caught in the
hook, I think. Six years of parachute
jumping and no accident. Bah! this must
be where the Hero cashes in; but they
never end a melodrama that way-never
in the world.
Heavens, how cold ii is Here boy.
Cecil-Cecil Trevaley, dyou know where
you are? You are 10000 feet from
earth, Realize that? tNot a living thing
around these parts either. And just
the slender bar of a circus trapeze sus-
pending little you through immeasura
bic space?''
What position to be in. What
theme for a story. But 1 can't stay
, here forever. Something must happen
soon or I'll jump over the edge in sheer
desperation at the torture of it, and
then I'll wake up somewhere else.
I must stand up on this thing
there.-and take a bird'seye peep into
the rigging over my head. Why didn't
1 do that an hour ago, Cor goodness
sake?
Vince, the guy ropes swung on top
OF the hook; that pins the parachute
underneath. With one little poke Of
my finger / could lift that rope clear,
pull the handle, and complete the per-
formance; and. yep, give 'em a run for
their money. Fifteen feet to the bottom
of the bag; that's no climb for a circus
man in good condition; I'm going up
Whoop-la: Hold on If I climb up on
the left, all my weight falls to one side
and the balloon upsets; that means an
empty bag in five minutes, and gentle
waiting to immortal life for me. No,
1 can't climb up on the left; that won't
do; I can't climb up on any side. How
near that hook is, and 1 cannot reach
it; what ironyi
What am 1 going to do? That's what
I want to know. don't know what to
do. Give me something to do-to do
to do say. What is this? Oh, the
money Prescott gave me; so plunks in
advance, sticking in my belt. Well,
what shall I do with it? Five long,
slender. 10 dollar bills. Oh, what a
fool 1 am; for a few dollars / put my
self into freezing hades, and what is
the good of them anyhow, I'd like to
know? I can't buy a scrap of ground
around here; L can't have even peek
down there; and 1 can't see Dor MOI
I'm not going to think of her; I will not
do it. It's madneSs-stark madness.
1 could rend that roll of bills limb
from limb. and I'll do it; there's nobody
to stop me. and 1 will will. There,
If I am going down like a rocket. so are
Won going down. Go on, flutter fall,
dash to pieces. Tell them the whole
story down below: how you tempted me,
led me on, and then when you got me
where you wanted me. you Knocked me,
YOU hear? You Knocked me; you made
fool Of me; you tricked me. I was
going to have everything, everything.
when had you; now I've got you; I've
lost everything. My God, my Dorothy
The crowds wild down below. I
know 1t. I think I hear them. What
are you shouting for. you fools? This
is the highest ascension ever made, and
that's the way you had me featured
Cecil Trevaley, with Collins-Sells' Big