New Ulm review., 1910-08-10

piiolosy VI Lie sSFdWHSn and dips into
De Quincey's Spanish Num- Look
ing from the library window, he saw
Mrs. Graybill enter a summer house.
leaving a red hat on the railing out
side.
The "Morphology'' grew uninterest-
Ing Craighead stepped from the win
dow, went into the summer house and
started at finding Mrs. Graybill there,
her hair tousled about her head, her
little nose elevated in that comical re-
semblance to her fathers. 'Mr. Wad-
dy informs me that the late Mr.. Gray
bill was a minister of the gospel" he
ventured.
Eyes," she replied, she was"
And that he has been called, Craig
head went on, ito better life year
or more"
Fourteen months,'' answered Mrs.
Graybill.
81 have been reading said Craig
head, "a work on the 'Morphology Of
the Crawfsh.' It holds me enthralled
The person who fails to CLEAN wisdom
from the crawfish has never tested his
intelligence with a bare toe or studied
his morphology.''
Mrs. Graybill looked at Craighead
sternly.
Don't poser said she. "Don't think
that want beautiful lesson in every
thing, If have been a minister's wife
Tell me of Mr.. De Land and-and Sa-
die Brown and the chop suey and and
that life. Tell me, Mr.. Craighead!'
The point here is that there was no
danger Of Craighead's running off
While she listened with such breath
less interest to his adventures. He ex-
planned his natural transition from the
study Of artistic anatomy to surgery
and then through medical jurispru-
dence to law, and over all gloomed the
shadow of his wonderful, his poetic,
his epic disstpatons. Mrs. Graybill
was shocked, but she asked for all the
horrible tale that he might so relieve
it that nothing would ever, ever induce
him to drink again.
"Only one thing would ever do that"
said he, "or maybe two. The pangs Of
despised love"-
(Which you have never expert
enced? p she asked.
Never" said he, "as am now
likely top'
"And the other shock that might
overturn your self control?"
"The failure of Carson replied
Craighead. "That would put me down
and out-down and out!''
The relations of Craighead to Mr..
Waddy became more and more strain
ed, for the former could no longer ex-
plain satisfactorily the failure Of Car
son to appear with his airship. Final
ly as last resort Mr.. Waddy resolved
to take Craighead and Mrs. Graybill
and go to the south to settle the whole
problem. Thus it was that the three
were at Palmetto Beach when Captain
Harrod with the launch passed
through strong's bayou with Virginia
and Mrs. Stott on the way to the cabin
where the first Carson aeronef was
preparing for it's delayed fight north.
Tickets had been bought to Palmetto
Beach on Craighead's statement that
Carson was here.
"Ahp' said Craighead. How nat
ural it all looks! | seem never to have
left these balmy, if somewhat sandy,
shades. Dear old Yupon Hedge inn!''
Mr.. Craighead was halted by liver
led attendant.
'Beg pardon, sir" said he. This is
a private clubhouse The inns over
there!''
"Oh, certainly" replied Craighead.
"All cement walks look alike to me-"
''The one over at the inn looks like
brick. said Mr.. Waddy grimly.
Craighead searched in vain after
their arrival at the inn for Carson.
If Craighead's easy flow Of speech
was somewhat impeded by his sense Of
the uncertainties, not to say dangers,
of his position, it was worse when be
and Mr.. Waddy and the handsome.
sympathetic Mrs. Graybiu returned
from the plantation, having elected
from the reluctant Chloe the informa-
ton that Mr.. Theodore, his machine,
& T. S -
his niece and his niece's companion
were at Harrod's camp on the beach.
which was "off waterway" They
jist went down the river, through a
canal, across some land, and then they
were thar. She didn't know about no
aeronef, but Mr.. Theodo' was a-pro-
jickin' around with some fyin' ma
chine. She recokoned the canal at Pal
metto Beach was the one, but she
didn't know. This information, Mr..
Craighead declared, made everything
clear, but on returning to the inn Mr..
Waddy hired a local officer to guard
Mr.. Craighead's room and began taxi
ing thought Of having a warrant is
sued against him for something Mr..
Waddy was not quite clear for what.
Craighead was trapped, lost. betray-
ed. He sat in his room chewing a
cigar and calonlafinr tho disfannn <n