The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1910-07-24

MS tODJIlIlpn sPPneu bPENS 1S II
stronger stimulant than his father s
caresses She went quickly over TO
him and took one of his hands. "Don t
worry, Tom, DEAR she said ''Even
at the worst, they'll find something,
and that's really, all we hoped for
when we started. -
She seated herself on the arm of
hand upon his shoulder. There was no
Relationship of blood between these TWO,
but they. were like brother and sister
for all that
"Itss queer" she said. at the end
of a rather long silence. "I IN sure
there was no Portuguese in fathers en-
pedition Except for two or three
Americnus. I know the name of every
man who sailed in his ship
'FHe might have taken some one ON
at st. Michaels,' suggested the elder
Fanshaw.
Yes" she said little dubiously
only he never thought mnch Of south
ern Europeans as seafaring men,
There was another silence after that.
She rose presently and began sweep
ing the shore line with prismatic biz.
ocolar which was slung across her
shoulders, The two men exchanged
glances behind her, the elder, one Of
inquiry, HIS son, reluctant negative.
No. 1T would clearly be insane to build
any hope on the incident
At last she let the glass fall from
her listless hand and turned to them,
her face, haggard with the torture Of
impossible hope. g wish my sky man
"come whirling down out of the air
with news Of thom.'
"Your sky-man7' said Tom Fan
shaw questloningly.
Here was something to talk about at
last. and the old gentleman seized the
chance it afforded
.sYes. we've another mystery he
said, See what You can TO toward
solving it, With that for an introduc-
ton, he plunged into Il humorous ac-
count of Jeanne s report of her ad~
venture of the night before, of the man
who had dropped down from the sky.
In the middle of the night, and talked
to her awhile, and then flown away
ice fioe," he said; ESQ ESQ much i u" = con-: Cn'
cede; but when / assure her that she
dreamed the rest, she is skeptical about
my explanation.
1" But even you cant explain,' she
protested. Chow I could dream about
an Eskimo throwing stick and then
bring it back to the yacht with me
when | was wide.awake. and show it
to you at the breakfast table TINS
morning
"I1l' have to admit" said the old
gentleman, "that my explanation does.
{ adequately account for that
The expression of the younger man s
face was perplexed rather than incrcdu-
lols.
@ But, my boy" cried the elder man.
think of it, He comes down out of
the sky and says he just dropped In
from Point Barrow; and that s five
hundred miles away. That s Just rs
impossible as il would be to materialize
an Eskimo throwing. stick out of d
dream. every bit"
Ono, hardly that said Tom Judi
Gully, "What was his aeronlane like ?
What was ii made of? Did you notice
it particularly?'
Yes she said; ''I helped him fold
it up. II was made of bladders and
bamboo and cateut he said -
" And his motor - cried Tom " What
was his motor like?''
"There was no motor at all" she
said; "lust Wings
"There you see, Tom interrupted
his father, ''absolute moonshine. y
But St h.d1 the Xo%Snger IN man 1,d shook
thing $ not impossibic-not inconceiv.
able, at least. The big birds can fly
that far, and think nothing of it
The old man snorted. 'EThey re built
that way. Think of the immense
strength of their wing muscles" +"
"Not so enormous" said the younger
man. ''I dissccted the wing of an alba
tross once to see. It's not by main
strength they keep afloat in the AR;
1t s by catching. the trick, of it"
ea~erly. Gle told me he could fly
across the North Pole. from Dawson
City to St Petersburg. and when ! asked
him If he could keep flying, flying
all the time like that, he said the big
9est birds didn'I fly; they sailed. and
he said he sailed. too. and the force OF
gravity was his keel.
Her story was making its impression
on the younger man, at least, even if
his father was as impervious to it as
he still seemed.
"Well. if you dreamed that said
Tom, "it was a mighty intelligent
dream, II say that for it,"
"But it WASH t u dream at all.' she
cried. fDidn t I help him take the
And dldn { he say that he was tax
payer. and that his name was Philip
Cayley?"
She was addressing the elder man as
she spoke, and as she mentioned the
uame-it was the first time she had
mentioned 1t to any oDe-she saw him
shoot a startled, inquiring glance at
his sou. Following it, she met Tom
Fanshaw's eyes staring at her In utter
amaZCment.
"Cayley.p he said, half under his
breath; "Philip Cayley-''
"That was The name,' she answer
ed
"And yet, I d be willing to swear. T"
he said GIVE never mentioned that
name to you in NY life"
"No,' she said. "Why should vou'
know YOU didn t. | knew | had never
heard it before when he told me il
was his. - She Eesitated u moment;
then. .Fnid Won ever know man named
Philip Cayley. Tom?'
He leJ the question go by, unheeded,
and, for long lime, gaZed silently out
over the Land ~ suppose he said
at last. ''that coincidence like this,
any coincidence, if only it be strange
enough, will bring a touch of supersti-
tious fear 10 anybody ] never had
even n touch of it before. in all my
life; and | always had little feeling
Of contempt for the men who showed ii.
But now-well, well | wish poor old
Hunter nadn { strayed away last nioht