Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-03-26

toward the 1OOCn1lIS OF the bIeSC1du Alps
Struck by the dovetailing of these various
accounts, the Milanese editor had grouped
them under single heading which, lacking
time or invention, he entitled "Lombardy
Mystifed." -.
Virginia Truscott was also mystlfled.
Neither at Brescia nor Rheims had she seen
an aeroplane capable of such feat. Bres-
cia again she traced that imposing rhom-
bold on her motoring map of Lombardy and
studied it with growing excitement.
"Look at this for cross country fight, ain
afternoon spin!" she called to her husband.
@What do you think of it?' >,
- The stockbroker looked at the map as he
was hidden and calmly resumed the mending
of his favorite tackle, which had yesterday
come to grief in an encounter with a raw
enous pike.
II think it's fool lie" he said. -.
II might have known you would" she
shrugged; @but I don't think it's lie. !
think it's true Why shouldn't it, l1 truce
If they fly at all, what's to prevent their fly,
ing like that?" Drawing no response, she
fell back on the more entertaining map. eff
it is true" she added, that's the machine
for mel" =, -
Her husband completed his repairs and
evolved a sage reflection. ~It's a. Silly job
buying anybody's aeroplane yet, if you ask
me-"
a don't" said his wife.
WHILE the Truscotts exchanged. these
amenities in a famous suite overlook
ing the dear lake, Ann in room notfar re-
moved was translating the same specimen
of Italian journalism to her aunt. j..
II knew Justin couldn't be mistaken,
commented the elder woman TRANQUILITY.
@But Oliver Page may have nothing to
do with it," objected Ann, and; in aneon-
scious plagiarism of the stockbroker, added,
@and it may be hoax" -, 50. >.
"And your uncle may be hanging round
Brescia simply for amusement? My dear,
that man bought sleeping car stock when
in the telephone when everybody else called
it an impractical toy. You are old enough
yourself to remember how he took up auto
mobiles. And now it's aeroplanes."
AIMS thoughts went back to the hangers
of Betheny. Had that toll stained figure,
undaunted under crushing disappointment;
come into his own? Was the laughingstock
of Rheims to triumph over the idols of the
Grande Semaine? She reviewed her atti-
tude toward him and wished it had been
more uniformly kind. She was always franz
ing that wish about her attitude toward
somebody. In moments of extreme peni-
tainly she had shown both. claws and purr to
Page How childish of her to take offense
because a preoccupied, worried man had
passed hasty judgment upon Rodoslav!
How could anyone who had not shared the
Princes confidence know him for what he
was? They were more alike than they
dreamed, those two. Absorbed with an
inner vision, each presented to the world
an outer man whom the wisest might mis-
judge.
well be seeing your uncle now" pre-
dicted Mrs Blair; @but whether he'll have
anything to say nobody knows but him
self"
II hope he'll at least tell us how long we're
booked for Cadenabbia," said Ann. "Does
he think we'll stay contented with scenery
and afternoon tea while he goes in for aero
planes? l presume he's flying all over Italy
right now"
aHeaven Forbid" calculated her aunt
@Surely Justin won't be foolish enough to
60 up in the thing!"
@He'll be foolish if he doesn't. What's the
use of backing such business if you don't
get the fun out of it? l intend to fly the
very first chance get. made up my mind
to that at Rheims. If he has proper sense
of gratitude toward uncle, Oliver Page will
take me up. If he hasn't-well, III find
somebody else. Prince Rodoslav has bought
nz-1- L. II.