The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1910-03-29
CHAPTER XVIII.
The Flight of the Roc.


Mr.. Carson, baffled in heaping
Goals of fire on Shayne's head,
brooded over the fact that the very
writ of injunction that made him
master of the air, confined the
girl for whom ne had striven, in a
petit trianon on mountain top
with Max Si1berberg! 1t was a
thing to ponder over in solitude
and to make one absent-mindcd in
public; to destroy ones appetite
and make sleep i tradition. But il
the victor felt such ferment OF
spirits, what Of Mr.. Shayne, and
the castaways in a palace?
None of them knew at first that
the prison was a prison. Then Sill.
berberg received the news heroic.
ally, seeing in it Virginia-oppor.
tunity, and asked permission te
break the news to her himself
She was in a skiff on the western
lake, watching the sunset, and
surrounded by lotus blooms, but
rowed in at his call
81 was just coming in," she
said. Lets got to the house."
but l have something to say
to you," he said. Lets sit down.
Virginia took seat too small
for two, leaving him another toe
large for one-not the desired ar
arrangement at all.
What is it, Mr.. Silberberg?"
she asked.
Virginia." said he impressive
lly, did you ever read of a mar
and a girl wrecked on a lonely is
land-isn't there such a story?"
Dozens of Them" replied Vir.
ginia. Its quite the vogue-ir
fiction"
eff it were you and I, it would
be-"
lawfully stupid" replied Vir
ginia. "Unless you could make {
Stock Exchange of me, or manipu
late the water of the sea into Sc
curities. l wouldn't stay!"
| mot with me?"
Virginia shook her head. mo
with anyone" said she.
but l should be the most use
rul and obedient fellow!" urged
Max, now quite set upon the prof
ect. 81 would build a hut Of
of seaweed-or copra-don't the!
use those things?"
Virginia laughed.
Better build it of beche-de
mer!" she suggested.
Virginia" said Max, Oblivion.
of the irony, 1--WE are prisoners to
lgether!"
Virginia looked about her. Sun
set had faded into twilight. Night
hawks screamed in the gloom O.
the lower levels. From remot,
cottages lights twinkled; yet il
that high place it was day. A
breeze from the west swept hel
hair, cool, free, uncontaminatet
by any touch Of earth-truly, the
breeze of heaven. A prisoner,
Freedom herself seemed to dwell
there. Virginia glanced question
lingly at Silberberg.
"This Imprisonment" she cried
yes" said Silberberg, 1--WE are
Shut in; and by that fellow Carson
that"
| OF the temporary unclehoou oil
Theodore to Virginia, or the Wiz.
ginia's night visit to the Hold, Mrs
Shayne had not thought it neces.
sary to tell him; therefore, Mr.. Sill
berberg was ill-informed as te
lNirginia's real feelings toward Car.
son. But he remembered the
might on the Roc, when she had
taken his part-and hesitated. Vir.
ginia looked away.
"Yes?" said she. "And what
has Mr.. Carson done?"
"Done!" replied Max. feeling
sure that she could care NOTHING
for the man of whom she spoke IN
$50 sighting a tone. HE, pau.
per, and his crazy friend. have got
injunctions against travel by air
lship, and even against me, the
head OF Federated Metals! Our
courts have sunk pretty lowl 1t is
Ian outraged"
She rose, and almost ran down
to the boat; slowly strolled back.
and seated herself on the bench
Did Craighead's mysterious utter