Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-05-14
SUNDAY MAGAZINE FOR MAY H. 1911

Everything will come out all right Rodo-
slav is an expert aviator, always master of
his machine. The best of the flying men adj
nit that. Cool-why, he's second Wilbur
Wright for GOODNESS! He never seems SO
sure of himself as in the air. 1t makes him
concentrate, steadies him." Poor Buckley
came to the end of his tether with a lame,
"Isn't it SO, Truscott?'
"Sure," seconded the broker. "He can
drive an aeroplane like the devil himself.
Don't you fret yourself about that PROPOSE
ton. It's gilt edged. You'll find it's only
lark, Mrs: Blair. They may come buzzng
in here any minute. I-why, I'd bet money
on it,"
No false hopes buoyed their auditor The
Ann who fled to her in the night could not
have joined this mad flight in spirit of
larkish adventure. The secrecy of it all, the
haste, the absence of a parting message, all
argued violence. And, even as her knowledge
was fuller than her comforters so was her
self control more assured. Latent forces no
one dreamed this quiet woman possessed
came to the fore.
"These Montenegrin friends of yours.
she said, turning on Buckley, edo they know
where the Prince would be apt to go?"
"Yes; but it's place
"And YOU know also?' she interrupted.
Eyes"
"Then we needn't fold our hands and
merely wait How soon can | reach the
YACHT"
"The yacht" Her query no less than her
fortitude took the broker by surprise. Il
don't know exactly. She lies off the ferry
at Kamenari. How far is that, Price?'
ave could make it in half an hour per-
haps. with Rodoslav's motor, answered
Buckley; "but don't See
IL, Ia, oII c.1
herself to the elder man. al will ask you and
Virginia to wait here" she went on. "Tell
her as little as you can. 1t will make it
easier to get Ann away if she returns Her
voice caught at her last words; but she took
a fresh grip on her courage. "lf they do
come back, bring Ann to Kamenari. Will
the people on the yacht do as l ask
"If they don't I'll sack them!' declared
Truscott, kindling at her energy. "Ill dash
off note that will stir things up. But you
can't chase an aeroplane with a yacht, you
know"
"Yes, I know" she answered Il cant
tell you where I'm going; that is, not now.
1t may be of no use; but must go all the
same. lit seems the only chance"
XIHEN the Don't Care some hours later
" poked her impairment little nose into
an experiment which the Italian war depart
ment was about to try in the privacy of a
cliff lined bay belonging to Italys good
friend and ally Montenegro, the most dis.
gusted face peering down from the bridge of
the cruiser belonged to Baron Saccarello.
ave might as we'll have picked out Venice
or the Bay of Naples!' he grumbled. as
there one spot on the earth where tourists
don't go?"
Justin Blair, who was in no doubt as to
the yachts identity, looked worried. "She
belongs to friends of mine he explained.
"AIy wife and niece are their guests. I'm
afraid it means summons for me-
Saccarello's eyebrows became formidable.
"Surely, my friend, you did not
NO." Justin cut him short, Il did not
tell the Truscotts to pick me up; but | let
my wife know where was going
and why you were going?"
"And why" Justin did not relish the
catechism 1--WE found it's better to take
a woman into your confidence than to let
her Jump at conclusions. l had to explain
that was coming down here with you and
Page; for she was bent on giving up the
Yachting trip to stay with me in Venice.
She doesn't know and doesn't want to know
anything about aeroplanes as naval auxili
aries. She wants me. Something has gone
wrong
Saccare11O'S browc continued EXPRESSIVE