The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-05-06

erately metropolitan manners and not draw crowd. People were used to them But MT Ma5stons that he had one the townfolk began to gather They were interested. They. had seen MT. Mars it. and they wanted to know how he would aviate. They thought he would do it in a different way than weird and unusual.
 The next morning, when MT. Marston looked out of the window, he that his back lot was full of people, and when they saw him standing at the window they raised che cheer He felt greatly de- E of seeing him aviate The weather depressed him, 5oo 1t m s sn a oF ot a green He hardly had green tint. So he read h m wall made Men When man who doesn't like cold bath has, to take he disrobes grts his teeth and punges breath M1 Marston @ stood stood 6s i've mi minutes, nervng pup-pup' s of the ] motor of the asroplane, which Philomela had already. started. He adjusted his gloves, and pulled his cap well over his eyes He doubled up his fists, drew deep breath bent and walked out hastily, looking neither to right A cheer burst from his fel1ow-citizens but he did not heed it. Straight arrow, he walked to the aeroplane mounted his seat, shut his eyes, held his bTsah and eadr ii in weak d Tspe M Twentieth Century.
 clutchng the edge of the seat tightly he felt a
 
 cheek. He leaned from side to side, as the sway ing increased, and in moment dared to breathe. had not moved. But his neighbors, open-inouthed and ast9nished we5s gazing at him as; as he swayed and all were looking at him with amazement, eS- cept four or five who were watching PhiIonela, who peking into the motor. MT. Marston stopped swaying suddenly.
 T guess that will have to do," said Philome1a, doubtfully. She began to draw her gloves, stopped, and went back to the motor. There a great deal III her manner to cause timd aviator uneasiness. She walked to where her coat was hung in a low tree-crotch, but she walked she looked back at the motor, and when she had put her coat on, she poked into the motor again. She adjusted her cap and goggles. and put one foot on the platform.
 Got your chart with you?" she asked Mir. Marston.
 Chart. said Mir. Marston
 Your physiological chart" said Philomela, dis flying without a physiological chart, Bill? We'll, meyer mind. I've got an extra one"
 against tree, and took out the chart It was large when she unfolded it, as large as fu-grown man. almost It represented skinned man, printed in pink, with red arteries and blue veins and white bones Not a bone was missing, and every one was numbered B.,, She handed it to MT Marston, bust bone or two never fly without chart. Then all that. fellow has to do is to look the chart and 'le knows what is broken. Here's mine" !" at it with subdued and misty gaze. He suddenly felt outrageously boned. He could not feel his full of them, and every bone felt brittle. He was afraid to move for fear he might break bone or two. When he breathed, he ;nlagined he could feel one bone grating against another. Never before had he; realized what bony. creature man is It seemed crime to take such structure of bones up in the air and drop it.
 ton stammered the inauiry-her chart was criss- crossed with lines in ink, thousands of them. it record. Whenever break bone I mark it down on the chart and next time try to fall so not