Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-08-14
Copyright, 1900. 1910.
By the Success Company

night when he had dived off the cliff
head to go in pursuit Of Roscoe. The
recollection was almost painfully vivid,
and, as he looked into Jeanne's face, he
saw the same memory mirrored there.
But young Caldwell soon brought them
back to the present He was no longer
embarrassed. shy, deferential. Aerial
navigation was, apparently, a subject he
knew all about. He criticised the shape
OF the planes. the material they were
that-all In the tone of an expert-and by
way Of summing up. he said
Its rather pitiful, isn't it? In way
any primitive thing always affects me
seums. Somebody. probably, believed
| once that that would fly. hope he didn't
believe it seriously enough to give it a
real trial.
You don't think it would work. them"
The young man laughed. Dear me,
no." he said. ut couldn't work.
AT any rate" said Philip, its an
amusing curiosity"
"Oh. yes: indeed. yes the young man
assented. cordially. II wish it were mine.
| Only wouldn't try to fly with it,
| His duties called him away then. rather
| suddenly. and Philip was left to furl his
wings alone. From the process he looked
up into Jeanne's face.
why, Jeanne!" Her eyes were bright,
bright with unshed tears. and there was
| little flush of bright color in her cheeks.
"Oh. l know" she said, with an I'M
steady laugh, ITS absurd to be indig-
nant, but 1 wished-oh, how I wished.
when he was SO patronizing and SO sure,
! that you might have slipped your arms
| into their places and gone curving, cir
cling up. all gold and cleaning, into the
air. I knew you wouldn't. but l hoped
| you would
Jeanne. DEAR" he said, you'll remem-
Der that always-my flight L mean But
sometimes you'll get to wondering If it
isn't the memory Of a dream. And then
you'n go and find these old wings in an
attic somewhere. and stroke them with
your hands, the way you did that night
when I furled them first upon the ice
| foe beside you."
She looked at him quickly, wide-eyed.
What do you mean. Philip? Not that
| not that I'm never to see you fly
| again.
| He nodded.
Somehow. up there with all the world
| below me. 1t never seemed real. Even
you never seemed real. who were the
only real thing in all the world. The
earth was only a spinning ball. and there
were no such things as men. l wasn't a
man myself up there, not even even
after you had brought me back to life
and given me a soul again. Somehow,
to be man one has to wear the shackles
of mankind. I can't explain 1t better
| than that. but I know it's true"
| FOR long tiHe SIZE SediCiieu HIS ifSe
| in silence.
| "You used to seem a spirit rather than
| a man to me-" she said, when ] would
lie watching you soaring there above re.
And now-now it's l who brought you
| down"
do you remember how l told you
| once that man like your father was
worth a whole paradise of angels? Well,
/ want to be a man, Jeanne, as near as
possible such a man as he was. And l
want to walk beside you, always
| shift of wind from astern overlook
| them and the great ensign tapped for
| ward, screening them for moment
where they stood from the view of the
rest of the deck. With a sudden passion
| of understanding she clasped him close
and kissed him.
(The end.)