Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-08-14


and carbon dioxid and thrive on it; but
we can't So gave up and hid myself away
in here to work out one of my silly Dreams
Last spring caught bad cold, and Sister
sent me West. There we have an uncle.
She thought the change of climate might
help nv cough 1t didn't do bit of good;
but it was out there that | picked up this
option That was when | saw a chance of
making my dream come true. You saw
what I've been building, didn't you, as we
came through?'
Il didn't notice. says |. What IS 1t,
anyway
tie. Nov come. This way. Don't hit
your head on those wings. There!'
And, say, it's a wonder | could walk right
by thing of that kind without gettin' next,
even if it was kind of dark. But all | needs
now is one glimpse of the outlines.
"Oho!" saysI "a flyer! Say, every bug
house in the country is at work on one OF
them"
Il suppose so" says he. Il may be as big
a fool as any of them too; but think know
what I'm doing. At any rate, I've put my
so Well, she thinks l am"
"Yes, suspicioned she was some sore on
you,' says |. But what sort of flyer is
this, double or single winger?'
Its biplane,' says futile, ION the
Farnham type, only an improved model.
"Of course it's improved" says l. Tried
her out yet?'
Hardly says he. Il couldn't buy an
engine, you see. That's what I've been
waiting for. Say, you really think the Cor
rugated will take that option, do you! 1t
they only would!'
You must be in a hurry to break your
Before | left, though, he'd shown me all
over the thing explained how it was goin' to
work, and did his best to get me as excited
as he was. Also l makes him give me the
full details of how he come to get this option,
and | advises him, if he does manage to cash
it in for two thousand, to take an ak to his
flynn machine and hike out for some lung
preservin' climate where he'll have chance
to shake that cough.
Thanks says he, grippin my hand and
chokin' up. 4ou-you've been mighty
good to me. I'll remember it,
COURSE, gives Mr. Ellins the whole tale
~ in the mOrnn', about Tuttle and his
bum air pumps, and his batty scheme of
buildin the flyer; but all that interests Old
Hickory is the option and the price.
Good work, Torchy,' says he. i've
wired our Western agents to investigate, and
if they report an O. K, futile shall have his
two thousand to do what he likes with.
TT must have been two weeks later, and I'd
almost forgot the case, when one mornln
gets note from Tinkham j., askin' me to
come over to the shed as quick as | could.
Well, didn't know whether he was havln' a
final spasn or not; but it seemed like ought
to go, so that night l does. | finds him
waitin' for me at the yard gate. He don't
look any worse than usual, either.
Well says l, didn't the deal go
through"
1T did," says he, pattn' me on the back.
Thanks to you, it did. The check came
two days later, and I've spent it all.
What" says |. You don't mean to say
you blew all that in on an engine for that
blamed"
'All but few dollars that l put into oil
and gasolene," says he. But the machine
is all hooked up, Torchy, and it works. Do
you hear that? 1t works! I've been up!'
"Up?" says |.
mot far says he; but enough to know
what can do. Started right here from the
yard, just at daylight, and landed here again.
I've told no one else, you know. Come in
and see how smooth the engine works.