Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-05-21

only one or two speak French or English
but it won't be necessary to talk. Simply
make them feel that you believe in me-you
will know how. And then will bring you
back. If any of the people here are astir
when we come, we shall pass it off as an
escapade. l shall have dared you to flight
before breakfast as l't1igilt for a gallop or a
game of golf. Who expects anything more
serious of the quixotic Rodoslav2 Will you
do this last service3"
1t seemed in measure an atonement, and
she was passionately eager to atone.
Chapter xxx.
HE became all activity as she gave her con-
- sent. "You must rest first" he said
Lie down in your room. l will wake you
when it is time to go. Wear thick Jacket
of some kind under your motoring wraps.
1t will be cold at first"
She secuted the idea of sleep; but sleep
came to her notwithstanding. Then, as the
east was paling, Rodoslav's discreet sum-
mons reused her, and she once more took her
way to the vaulted hail. Here he awaited her
with loaf of black bread and bottle of wine.
at is homely fare; but advise you to
try it. l could lay hands on nothing else.
The domestic arts were omitted from my
schooling" he added whimsically as he
served her. "This is the first meal l ever
prepared"
Ann nibbled and slipped to please him;
but in the main she breakfast I'd off excite
ment. AS they came out into the wan light,
he startled her by saying that he had been
obliged to call the Swiss to help him.
@The machine would not have been ready
otherwise, he explained.
what will he think2'
Nothing unusual. He has had to do
many fantastic things in my service. Don't
worry about him. l sent him back to bed
long ago"
AIMS knowledge of the real difficulties of
aviation was happily shallow. Had she ever
seriously tried to understand them, Rodo-
slav would not now have had her for passen-
ger. Their very start would have affrighted
her. But it had no terrors for her pilot His
chief concern was to quit the castle quietly,
and to this end he had pushed his machine
as far out upon the cliff as he dared. Being
Rodoslav, he dared greatly and most avi-
ators would have baked at SO scant run
way; but short starts were his hobby and
the practice of the aerodromes stood him in
good stead as he sped out along the narrow
tongue OF rock and at its sheer edge took the
air.
As at Pau, AIMS thoughts at the outset
were all for the aeroplane itself The wind
flung back by the propeller clcaving its path
way, the drone of the whirling blades, the
rhythmic beat of the motor, the cxhilaration
of rushing movement through space, these
were the phenomena that thrust themselves
upon her as they swung out over the Adriatic
and then. rounding high above the coast
with its shrunken castle and distant pygmy
FORTS faced eastward, and SO surprised the
first pink advances of the coming day on the
topnost peaks of the Montenegrin chain.
She shook off the bondage of the machine at
that. Could anything in life equal this fight
into the face of the morning3 Were mists
ever SO beautiful as those which trailed their
soft banners through the valleys of this
mountain land2
Rodoslav took a more practical view of
the mists below, and could have dispensed
with them altogether. He was thankful,
moreover, that this course took him well
above the cratic currents that tossed and
swirled the gray scarfs into such graceful
shapes. He saw without enthusiasm how
they streamed upward against the flank of
the higher land toward which they were
bound and said to himself that there would
be need of def steering presently. And
while his eye marked these things his car
kept anxious vigil upon the behavior of his
engine. 1t was not doing all he asked of it,
the motor. While Ann thrilled before the
magic that transmitted pearl to coral and
coral to ruby, his mind delved in the oily