Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1911-07-07

II don't know" said Tom. THE fell
low seemed half-crazed; seemed, 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 could
only have seen you before I began to
blurt the thing out, I'd have spared
you the suspense until there was some
thing to tell. I'm sorry, Jeanne"
''Its queer" she said, at the end Of
a rather long silence. 'Im sure there
was no Portuguese in fathers expedi-
ton. Except for two 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 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 glances behind her,
the elder, one Of inquiry, his son,
reluctant negative. No, It would
clearly be insane to build any hope on
the incident.
At last she let the glass fall from
her listless hand and turned to them,
her face haggard with the torture Of
| impossible hope. "I 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 old 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 &C.
count of Jeanne's report of her ad.
venture Of the night before, Of the man
who had dropped down from the sky, I'M
the middle Of the night, and talked to
her awhile, and then flown away again.
"She was really out on the ice floe,"
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when I assure her that she dreamed
the rest, she is skeptical about my ex-
PLANTATION"
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 l was wide-awake, and show IL
to you at the breakfast table this
morning"
"I'll have to admit" said the old
gentleman, that my explanation
doesn't adequately account for that"
The expression of the younger
mans face was perplexed 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 500
miles away. That's just as impossible
as 1t would be to materialize an Eski.
mo throwing-stick out of dream.
Rery bit"
mo, hardly that" said Tom judici'
ally. What was his aeroplane likel
What was it made off Did you notice
1t particularly
"Yes," she said; II helped him fold
1t up. 1t 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
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But still the younger man shook q
doubtful head. mo" he said. "the
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
| strength of their wing muscles"
| Not so enormous" said the young
er man. II dissected the wing OF ar
albatross once to see. It's not By
l main strength they keep afloat in thu
air; it's by catching the trick Of It,"
That's what he said," the girl criet
eagerly. HE told me he could fl,
across the north pole. from Dawson
City to st. Petersburg, and when
dbheQ IL no SOui0 hOSP hy AAoB ~
ing all the time like that, he said th'
biggest birds didn't fly; they sailed
and he said he sailed, too, and tn
force of gravity was his keel"
10 Her story was making its imprea
2. sion on the younger man, at least
II even If his father was as imperviou
a to It as he still seemed.
nAd hnt an
Tom, 1T was a mighty intelligen
~ dream. I'll say that for it."
4. But 1t wasn't a dream at all" sh
cried. Didn't help him take tn
thing apart and fold 1t up into bur
a die? And didn't he say that he wa
70 70 tax payer. and that his name wa
% Philip Cayley?" t&
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