The Spokane press. [volume] (Spokane, Wash.) 1902-1939, 1910-04-10

family, an turn me out to starve,
by doin' me dirt!" ~
Mr.. Craighead raped and enter
ed. Evidently the surveillance of
the attendants was not of the strict
est.
Il quite agree with the remarks
of my Querulous friend, Mr.. Evans
who should have made public
mendicancy his profession" said
Mr.. Craighead. "Your position, Mr..
Carson, is an equivocal one. Your
presence or absence, Mr.. Wylie,
seems to me to be question pure
ly academic in character, and not
without the purview of practical
craftsmanship. You are an invent
or. That is conceded. The ques-
ton is, what your field?"
1T is aeronautics," replied Theo-
'dore. 81 have devised the first
effective aeroLef. I"
Very interesting, returned
Craighead. 81 have made that a
specially. I know the defects of
the present day aeronefs, and l I'M
derstand the failure of the gas sup
ported aerastats, except as toys for
us parasitic capitalists. But to the
point in controversy. Are you the
Fulton of the empyrean, or the
Edison of the hot air? Mr.. Evans
porcine tonality has expressed the
only conclusion open to him--to
accept the Wylie theory as work
ing hypothesis, and to work it at
the regular per diem. Dost foller
me-" 4
81 suppose that this Wylie must
turn up sooner or later" unused
Theodore. But why should l take
treatment? What are you'll mean,
what are people cured Of here,
anyhow!
"a very difficult question:" re-
piled Craighead. "My first diff
ference with Doctor Witherspoon,
now unhappily eliminating in dip
lomatic impasse, grew out of my de-
sire to discuss with him that very
question. He said with crude bru-
tally for me to move on, and let
the other jags come within the
radio-activity of his million H. p.
thought wavery. The first ques-
ton is, are we cured of anything =?
That being disposed of-a matter
not so easy as might be thought
the question rises to a higher plane,
and bores it's snoot right down
into the roots of things. We hit
hard pan in the Observation-Disclosures
of ultimate phenomena. Teleologi-
cally-"
What do they do to you?" per.
sisted Theodore.
They give you dope; they feed
you for a few days on bran mash;
they shoot you twice a day; they
give you a little bottle to assuage
what they call your thirst the first
night or so, though why they call
that thirst which is only a cere-
brospinal tendency entirely uncon-
nected with irrigation, deponent
saith not. Their dope is the sum-
nation of all villainies-and that's
no ribald bar room jest, eyther or
either; but l am assured that it
heals the sick and makes the we'll
a harder physical proposition from
moment to moment. The shooting
will do no harm. They might use
dish water-Witherspoon guards
his secret well-but it won't do you
any more harm than would that
by-product of the scullery. Alto
gether. you'll find 1t wilier to Wy
lie. Let's to breakfast"
Breakfast! Here was something
to be "understanded of the people,"
Carson was furnishing. Swallowing
the yellowish summation of all
villanies" presented tearfully by
Mr.. Evans, he took the arm which
Craighead tremendously offered,
and walked down broad stairway
orpamented with potted palms, and
through a spacious lobby, in which
clerk behind desk, platoon of
bellboys, and groups of ordinary
citizens, clothed, and apparently in
their right minds, impaired an I'M
preston almost amounting to a
guaranty that the place was only a
hotel. They entered a cafe, where
Mr.. Craighead moved table al
ready half occupied, with famili-
arity born Of use.
(TO be continued) @