The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1910-03-22

slightest culver or Jar, greedy OF
every mile. He was cracking on
too hard for new machinery-he
knew that; but he never hesitat.
ed. And it was only after they
had won through to the noun
tains, and were speeding along
over the great National Appa.
!lachian Forest that he relieved
lCraighead.
That gentleman stood up
heaved a sigh of relief. and waved
his hand to the north and west,
where fleecy cumulus clouds but
tressed the horizon with mother
of-pearl.
Another hour of that" said
he, would have made the points
of the compass a subjective vision
for ever. / can see e. N. E. and
IN. e. by NJ on every pinnacle
of yon clouds! And now, sir, an
it please thee, I'll get luncheon
If luncheon it can properly be
called that costs less than fifty
cents per jack-knife. Allons!"
In the little locker were found
the elements from which Craig
head prepared the luncheon of
Bacon, eggs and coffee, cooked on
the methanose stove. Carson lis
tened to the engines, as a physi-
clan to heart-throbs, glancing
from the compass to the mountain
domes of clouds in the north and
west.
I'VE shall get into upper At
lantic regions" said he, lust in
time to hit the area of local
storms tonight"
"Tornado?" queried Craighead,
pouring out the amber coffee.
Maybe" smiled Carson. "Se-
we're local storms always mean
possible twisters."
WELL" replied Craighead,
what do we care' I've got me
umbrella, We kneow."
THAT makes us safe," replied
Carson. 1.-THE worst we need look
for is a good hard thunder show
err; but I'd rather make my first
landing in Manhattan in fair
weather"
Its squally there with me as
soon as l blow in," answered
Craighead. Come to grub"
Carson looked from the tiller
to the compass, and hesitated. He
had never tried letting the Vir-
ginia follow her nose with the TIL
Ter dashed.
"Of course" said he, "shell fall
off-but if she turns, l can put
her back on her course. / believe
I'll try her."
DO" urged Craighead. with
this fairway, she oughtn't to run
into danger unless she's steerable
by heart-throbs and subjective
Iyearnings. She'd go back, if she
was!"
shed go straight on" replied
Carson; 81 wouldn't need to lash
the tiller."
1.-The CALLING slavery of the
crew." said Craighead, doesn't
allow his telekinesis to buck the
subliminal Drawn of the captain.
" 4 go away this blessed day,
To sail across the state, Matilda;
my air-ship starts for various
| parts,
AT twenty after eight, Matilda;
II do not know where we may go,
Or whether near or far, Matilda;
For Captain Carson don't make a
parson
Of any foremost tar, Matilda;
That mystic man beneath my ban
Shall suffer, coute quill coute,
Matilda;
What right has he to keep from
me
The airy, scary route, Matilda?
although, in sooth, I am youth,
IOf common sailor lot, Matilda,
Am l man on human plan
devised, or am I not, Matilda?
And each, if there were any place
to echo from, would answer, Not
Matinda,' Have some of the
milk, while the Virginia chases
lher tail above Mr.. Pinchots
forest"
"She doesn't chase her tail
much" replied Carson. so far,
at least"
She did not The horoscopes
held her on an even keel, and the
alimeter-statoscope delivered the
verdict that the Virginia was
following a course as level as a
battleship's. The compass trem
bled about the point where Car
son set it, as the air-ship made
minute deviations with changes in
the air currents, or momentarily
lost coordination of the engines
at once corrected by the syn
chronizer. She WAS holding far
closer to her course (away up
there in the blue) than schoon-
er with dashed helm would have