Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1910-03-10

he. THE sky looks fine"
They'll sho' hev a fight to keep from
BLOWN out to sea-" returned the cap
tain, 'onless they tie up. What they
dom now, Miste' Theodo'?'
Why said Carson, studying the
aeronat with the glass. and clipping off
his sentences as the. astounding evolu-
ton of the incident far up there in the
blue rendered every utterance obsolete
before it was finished, why, they have
thrown off a package of its
mechanism of some sort . 8.
in operation, and They re max
ing a tow of ii. They re reVers-
ing ana rounding to. See them DRIFT
off They're excited and all aback
/ about something Heavens' See
that thing shoot up. It's some
sort of ~helicopter. l believe
and the girls alone in 1t. captain!
Alone. / say! Why I'D they g.
She's lost control-she's lost. Its
shooting over this way n coming
down. 1t Wilt will My God.
Ny God"
The thing had parted from the greas
aeronat. like an insect scared from its
seat on some great animal 1t was d
little speck topped with a broader,
nIushroom-shaped simmer which Car
son knew for the revolving blades of o
h%elicopter, that insidious toy that
promised SO much for the conquest Of
the air and paid so little. For a mo-
ment it paused, sucked along in thu
wake of h huge ship as if in tow;
then, as though released from the pull
of gravity, it shot skyward, leaving the
| silver alrship far below, as q fly might
speed from a floating bubble. The two
spectators drew their breaths sharply
in, their hearts frozen in fascinated
apprehension.
The airship fioated fifteen hundred
feet, perhaps. above the tall pines in
the slashes OF the narrow isthmus
which divides the Lagoon from the
gulf. The slow-happing buzzards on
their way TO some reported feast over
near Three Rivers never noticed the
rlittering bilge OF the giant craft, so
high she scared above them. but the
h%elicopter flew like a rocket, up above
the balanced ship. SO straight into the
cool heights of the inane that those re-
naming on the deck il had left lost it.
behind the o~verhanging hun of the
aeronat.
But the men on the beach saw 1t, saw
1t rise skyward like a boys dart until
they shuddered at the abyss thai
yawned between it and the earth; saw
1t struck by the far-advanced loftieT
vanguard of the north wind predicted
by the f~sher-captain; saw 1t hurled
southwark before the blast like q
feather, and then. as if with slowing
engine. saw ( fall, with the red hat
ard the white lress glimmering appeal
jngly from under the shin1fnerine
helioes, ourving obliquely toward them
like a projectile hurled outward and
downward from the battlements OF
highest heaven. and Carson gripped tbs
harnacled column ~fiercely; he thought
of the girl in the red hat and pique
skirt, for he was young and his heart
was gripped as in a wise.
The Condor had a name. She was the
Roc. owned by Mr.. Finley Shayne, and
her home port was Shayna's Hold, III
the Catskills. Those who are familiar
with the scope. power and spectacular
success of Mr.. Shayne's operations IN
Aerostatic Power stocks in the latter
part of the first quarter of the present
century. will surmise that the Roc was
the finest product of the art OF avia-
tional construction up to that time,
Her speed, her stanchness. her air
vorthiness. her luxurious appointments
the fame of these had preceded her
to the Gulf resorts. where she awaited
favorable preezes to Cuba, and. from
island TO island i'm the Antilles-an
attractive itinerary. but rather hazard
Gus the ~aeros.at being an ansafe crar'
for the open .ea.
This fatefuI morning she a moored