Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-04-16

might be called King of the air. 1 mean Mr. Page"
'Oh!" said Ann with start.
And quite at his he was" added the diplomat.
believe he had met Saccarello before; but he couldn't
possibly have known the Grand Duke 1t is simply
another instance of the way the world bows down the
men who fly The aviator has passkey to every
door,"
Ann brimmed with questions; but she prudently
had taken him into the foothils?" she quered.
"Oh, yes. 1t that he also hoped to shoot
boar"
'T'WENTY-FOUR hours later Page and Justin Blair
dropped back into Pau unceremoniously
they had gone away, and Ann again began to take
lively interest in the weather. The day of their return
she fulfilled promise to go riding with Buckley.
There had been high wind all the morning; which
meant inacton at the aerodromes, but was no draw
back to galop. Ann always chose gusty days for
horseback riding and not Price Buckleys society
could mar the pleasure of the outing. stiff north
wind stopped her escorts mouth whenever he became
unduy instructive sentimental. Turning at last,
far UP the Bordeaux road, Ann put the WIND at back
and led her plump squire which made his cheeks
p1nker than her own
1t lacked perhaps half an hour of shutdown when their
return brought them the aerodrome where Rodo
sav made his ascents. The air. which had all day been
so troubled, was now hardly ruff1ed by breath
PLYING weather again, said Buckley. Il wonder
if any of the avlators about?"
Ann rened in at the entrance. Suppose we find
out?" she suggested.
She spoke quietly but her heart pounded. No
crowd! No relations! 1t the time of times if
Page did not fail her and Rodoslav there to see.
Have you the run of the sheds?" she asked. You
seemed to go where you pleased at Rheims"
Buckley beamed at the chance to serve her. "Yes,"
he said, they don't mind about. l know several
men who are taking lessons, to say nothing of Mrs.
Truscott. Suppose ride in at the avators
tranCe?"
A lorry with an aeroplane blocked their way for a
moment; but the delay had its compensation, for,
she waited Ann spied Rodoslavs Swiss valet who, she
had lattery discovered chauffeur and mechanician
well-cross the Enclosure beyond, carrying his en-
ployer's aviation helmet. She assured of her
perceived the one missing factor of her combination
From one of the nearer sheds the wor<men wheel
ing a bplane. Beside it, dressed for flight, walked
Page.
Ann acted with decision "My horse SHE'D back
there at the gate" she said hurriedly. think I'll
go on foot among the machines Slipping from the
saddle she thrust her bride rein into Bucleys hand
and followed by his astonished regard walked rapidly
away.
"At any rate, it's not the Servian,' he reflected
recognizing Page, and, seeing to relieve him. he
resigned himself the role of hostler with fat mans
sigh.
DAGE unconscious of her coming set his foot the
L machine
"Oliver!" she called
He turned, stared, and quickly to meet her.
whats wrong?" he demanded anxiously.
Nothing at ALL" she treasured. why do you ask3"
1T was your hurry-your using my first name"
would you rather didn't use it,"
"What question:
Ann produced the famous smile. 1T slipped out
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