Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-03-12

Mrs. Truscott spared him a response. I'm |
wild about flying" she announced, simply |
wild! mean to 60 in for it as soon as make |
up my mind which plane want. It's bound |
to be quite the thing sooner or later, and l |
intend to enjoy the sport before it becomes |
common. | know l can pick it up easily"
Mrs. Blair's eyes grew round. "Do you
mean you will run it YOURSELF" she cried.
@Of course. Where would be the sport if |
l didn't? 1t would be as tame as riding be- |
hind chauffeur in motorcar."
Ann made another attempt with the hus-
band. as she serious?" she asked.
II dare say" he returned without emo
ton. ave haven't discussed it."
@Yes," repeated Mrs. Truscott, am 60
ing in for it. have even planned my cos
tune; but sha MT describe it-not to any,
body! l don't want an inkling of it to get
about. The first thing 1 knew one of the
Rue de la Paix firms would plagiarize the |
idea. They realize that my costumes are al |
ways original. They tell me so frankly"
Ann could readily divine the discreet linn |
its of that frankness. Today, as always, |
Virginia's blond charms had vivid setting. |
Its motif-to echo the 1ady's manner of
speech-was Directoire; but the modistes
of that spnghtly period would have had diff |
6culty in recognizing it as the offspring of
their fancy. In the brilliance of its green's,
the disposition of it's lines, which followed
Natures with loving particularly, was
essentially Truscottesque. Yet, for the mo-
ment, Ann found herself rather envying her
offhand disregard of convention, her free
dom to follow her whim wheresoever it led
Was she not to fly? In her eagerness to
know how Virginia meant to 60 about this
tremendous new hobby she even forgot the
connoisseur of profles.
UNhora cbo11 T toL 10 1occoyc20 cold Mrc
Truscott. II don't know. 1t will depend on
the machine l buy. They try them out at
different aerodromes. shan't take of any
body but crack man, and the crack men
will all be busy for the next few months,
suppose. Most of them 60 from here to
Brescia, you know, and after that will come
the English meetings. 1t may be winter be-
fore hit upon the right machine and the
right man. l mean to take in Brescia, by the
way. 1t may help me make up my mind. 1
can do it easily; for it's only short distance
TENDER. l don't know what l should do
without my Septembers at Como I'm al
ways there by the fifteenth at latest. The
people at the Bella Vista say I'm the most
regular patron they have. They could al
most set their clocks by me. always have
the same suite of rooms overlooking the
dear lake. You ought to get the Cade-
nabbia habit, Mrs. Blair. You really ought.
It's simply too delicious in September! One
meets everybody one knows"
The elder woman, who knew the precise
limits of Mrs. Truscott's social orbit, added
mentally, @Or wants to know; but her
thoughts found no reflex in her serene face.
Thereupon red and white diamond took
its place upon the signal mast and Mrs.
Truscott found more absorbing interest
They're ready to try for the Prix d'Alti-
tude at last" she cried. @Now for the climax
of the Grande Semaine!"
THE crowd hushed expectant1y. Here
was indeed the climax, this final con-
test, the last triumphant proof of man
mastery of the air. Two red disks were
hoisted beside the gay diamond. paul |
han!" cried score of voices, and paul |
ham, uncounted scores echoed as the young
pilot, who had sprung from an artisans |
bench to fame, drove his roaring biplane into
the open and began his long spiral climb. |
The tribunes had stanch faith in Paulhan. |
They had ever seen him wing high by choice. |
Early in the week they had even watched him
ride the storm. In great free circles he rose
higher and higher into the soft atmosphere |
of the waning day, and in a last splendid
curve swept past the captive balloon which |