Dakota farmers' leader. (Canton, S.D.) 1890-19??, 1911-05-19

even let myself begin to hope yet
must ], not-yet?
81 don't know" said Tom. THE fell
low seemed ha~lf-crazed; eemed al
most, to have lost the power OF speech
from long disuse of it. But he meant
TO take us somewhere, that was clear
enough from his gestures. If l could
only have seer you before l began TO
blurt the thing out, I'd have spared
you the suspense until there was some
thing to tell. I'm sorry, n
Its queer" she said, at the end OF
a rather long silence. I'm sure there
was no Portuguese in fathers expedl-
ton. Except for W or three SwedeS
and Norwegians, they were all Amer
leans. | know the name of every man
who sailed in his ship"
"He might have taken some one on
at st. Michaels." suggested the elder
Fanshaw.
Yes" she said a little obviously,
"only he never thought much of south
ern Europeans as sea-faring men
There was another silence after
that. She rose presently and began
sweeping the shore line with a pris-
matte binocular which was slung
across across her shoulders. The tWo
men exchanged g~lances behind her,
the elder, one Of inquiry, his son, a
reluctant negative. No, 1t would
clearly be insane to build any hope on
the incident.
At last she let the glass mil from
her ~listless hand and turned t. them,
her face haggard with the torture or
impossible hope. Il wish my sky
man would come"-she said %forlornly,
"come whirling down out Of the air.
with news of them
your sky-man?" said Tom Fanshaw
questioningly.
Here was something to talk about
at last, and the dc gentleman seized
the chance it afforded.
Yes, we've another mystery" he
said. See what you can do toward
solving it." With that for an introduce
ton, he plunged into & humorous ac-
count of Jeanne's report of Der ad-
venture of the night before, of the nan
who had dropped down from the sky, in
the middle of the night, and talked to
her awhile, and then flown away again.
"She was really out On the ice foe,'
he said; 80 much l ~cOncede; but
when I assure her that she dreamed
the rest, she is skeptical about my ex.
planation."
But even you can't explain" she
protested, "how I could dream about
an Eskimo throwing-stick, and then
bring it back to the yacht with me
when I was wide-awake, and show 1t
to you at the breakfast table this
morning"
TIL have to admit" said the old
gentleman. that my explanation
doesn't adequately account for thai"
The expression Of the younger
mans face was perpleaed rather than
incredulous.
But, my boy" cried the elder man
think of it! He comes down out OF
the sky and says he just dropped in
from Point Barrow; and that's SOC
miles away. That's just as impossible
as it would be to materialize an Eski
mo throwing-stick out of a dream
very bit"
INC, hardly that" said Tom judici
ally. "What was his aeroplane like!
What was it made Of? Did you notice
it particularly?'
Eyes," she said; 81 helped him fold
it up. It was made Of bladders and
bamboo and catgut, he said
And his motor?" cried Tom. What
was his motor like?"
There was no motor at all" she
said; Just wings"
There you see, Tom" interrupted
his father, absolute moonshine."
But still the younger man shook q
doubtful head. NO he said, "th>
things not impossible-not inconceiv
able, at least. The big birds can fly
that far, and think nothing Of It,
The old man snorted: They're
built that way. Think Of the immense
'trength Of their wing muscles
Not so enormous" said the young
r man. "I dissected the wing of an
albatross once to see. It's not by
main strength they keep af1oat in the
air; it's by catching the trick of it"
That's what he said" the girl cried
eagerly. "He told me he could fly
across the north pole, from Dawson
City to st. Petersburg, and when
asked him If he could keep flying, ny
lux I'LL lie LlluS Inc tAoI, AO ooAN eA>
biggest birds didn't fly; they sailed
and he said he sailed, too, and the
force Of gravity was his keel"
Her story was making it's impress
sion on the younger man, at least
even if his father was as impervious
to it as he still seemed.
We'll, If o dreamed that" said
Tom, at was a mighty intelligent
dream. I'll say that for it"
But it wasn't a dream at ALL" She
cried. Didn't l help him take the
thing apart and fold it up into a bun
die? And didn't he say that he was
a tax payer, and that his name was
Philip Cayley?"
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