New-York tribune., 1910-08-21

Come around to this side. You are incommoding
The man obeyed With the curious fatality that
attends such incidents, even among we'll bred people
not word was spoken by any of the others. To all
seeming Mrs Devar5 cranped handwriting might have
concealed some secret of gravest import each person
present It was not really thrilling when heard.
That IS Raven, plain enough, l should think, she
snapped.
THANK you, mum, The Raven, Shrewsbury"
read the hall porter.
Medenham caught Marignys eve. He was minded
laugh outright, but forbore. Then he sprang into
his seat and the cured in quick senlicrcle and
climbed the hill the left, while the Frenchman,
prSed by this rapid movement s1gnaed trantlCay to
Mrs. Devar noddng farewell that they had taken the
Not at all. exclaimed Medenharn. Il want you to
see the Clifton Suspension Bridge, which IS hundred
feet higher IN the air than the Brooklyn Bridge.
I'm sure it isn't!' cried Cynthia indignantly. The
next thing you will tell IS that the Thames is wider
so it is at an equal distance from the sea.
We'll, trot out your bridge Seeing is believing, all
the time
But CYNTHIA had vet to learn the exceeding wisdom
of Ezekiel when he wrote OF those which have eyes to
see and not for never optical deuson better
COntrved than the height above water level OF the fairy
like structure that spans the Avon below Bristol The
reason is not far to seek The mind prepared for
the ininence OF the swayng roadway that leaps from
side to side of that tremendous gorge. On each
are pleasant gardens pretty houses shaded paths,
and the opposing precpces are so prompt in their sheer
fall that the eye ensiby rests the upper level and
So Cynthia was charmed but not convinced, and
Medenham himself could scarcely believe his reCOleC-
that the tops of the towers OF the far larger bridge
at BROOKLYN would be only tWentysiX feet higher than
the roadway at Clifton. Mrs. Devar of course, showed
an utter lack of interest in the debate. Indeed, she
fused erphaticaIy walk the middle of the bridge,
on the plea of light headedness and Cynthia instantly
availed herself of the few minutes t&te-atee thus
vouchsafed
NOW" said she, looking not at AIedenham, but at
~ the Titanic cleft cut by tiny river, now, please,
tell me all about it."
lust as at Cheddar the rocks are limestone he
.'Oh bother the rocks! How did you get rid of Sim
r1onds? And why is Count Margny mad? And
YOU mixed up in Captain Devars mighty smart change
of base? Tell me everything. l hate mysteries. If
60 at the present rate, some OF US will soon be
wearing masks and cloaks, and stamping feet, and
saving Ha. Hal! or 'Sdeath! or something equally
absurd
"Sinmonds is victim of science. If the earth wire
Of magnetic makes metallic contact there IS trouble
in the cylinders; Sinmonds is switched off until he
can locate the fault.
" The work Of a minute.
4" It will take him five DAYS at least.
Then CYNTHIA did flash amused glance at him; but
he was watching a small steamer putting against the
tide. and his face adanant.
go on" she cried quizzicaly. What the matter
with the Counts Cylinders2'
He Drofessed to believe that had stolen somebody's
car and gracously undertook to shield me if | would
consent to run away at once, leaving you and Mrs
Devar to finish your tour IN the Du Nallon.
And you refused?
"Yes"
What did he say?'
VERY little he agreed