The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1910-03-25

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splendor. Carson drew in his
breath sharply.
my God!". said he. "Who
could ever think of such thing?"
Craighead was silent, until Car
son unhesitatingly turned the
PROV of the Virginia directly to-
ward the Hold.
What would you do now?" he
asked. PLAY we're kids going
after tigers-and finding them?"
Now that he had found the
Hold, Carson was too much at
loss to reply. He would not ask
admission-and he had no idea
that he would be admitted IL he
did. But he must see Virginia.
Utterly estranged as they were,
this night voyage had a reason
the hope of seeing her, of asking
her forgiveness, of bringing her to
see that when she dropped from
the sky to his feet. he had loved
her, that when she had come to
live with that uncle of whom she
had heard so little, and had found
the last Carson in him, the tempt
alton was SO masked in duty that
it was too strong for him. And
had he ever once in that delicious,
perilous time of acting ''Uncle
Theodore" inexcusably presumed
on the relationship, or failed in
goodness? Ire, he had let her
stay as his niece; but had not his
father always thought himself of
the same blood? Virginia must
allow some weight to this tradi-
ton. She must see that, while
too remotely related to be objec-
tionable in nearer, dearer way,
he was too probably of kin to have
turned her away. And, surely,
when once he could look in her
eyes, all the dear, disguised avow-
ais and acceptances in the mis-
taken past must make him some
thing better than a stranger. He
would land in Shayne's Hold, IL it
were the last act of his life.
With the ancient instinct of the
surreptitious lover, he made for
the angle between two dark
wings of the great house. Glim-
mers of light from two windows
were their sole sign of occupancy;
the center of human concourse
being about that core of light in
the court. The wings seemed like
low adjuncts for conservatories or
billiard-rooms; and the angle be-
tween, with it's light mottlings,
looked like a f.ower-sprinkled
lawn, on which Carson felt con-
fident of placing the Virginia
gently, and with no disturbance.
Beyond this he had been too much
|engrossed in the management of
the aeronef to make plans. With
a slow soaring motion she came
into the angle like steamer into
her slip-and found, instead of a
lawn, a graveled roof cluttered
with tables and chairs as If for
the serving of refreshments.
Among these the Virginia nosed
in, dumped some chairs, a table
and two potted palms into the
court, and settled down amid
cracking furniture and crashing
pottery: beautiful landing, in a
rather unsuitable spot.
Lets rum" said he, in a stage
whisper. "They must have heard
that, and If they catch US, we're
in for til"
"Stay here" said Carson, in
low tone. ''If we must, we can
fly in the Virginia. I'll see If any
things broken!"
The Roc had reached Shayne's
Hold just in time to escape the
storm, and the wearied Virginia
had retired, sick of the harping
of her aunt upon the disgrace of
her sojourn with Uncle Theo-
dore"; weary of telling how inno-
cent 1t had been, how gentle and
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their life would always seem-al
in spite of her anger at Mr.. Car
son. She had taken dinner on the
roof, watching the march of the
storm, wondering where that air
ship was. in which she and some
one had so nearly met their death.
She was angry, and she despised
Theodore, but she hoped he was
safe, that his campaign for the
control of the air against her
JUNGLE might succeed - though
that seemed the widest of pre-
sumption. While her maid pre-
pared her bed, she thought how
much happier she had been at
Carson's Landing, with no atten-
ftion save an ever of hot water
brought up by old Chloe.
Her uncle had psoken of wire
less message from Wilmer at Mo-