The daily Gate City. [volume] (Keokuk, Iowa) 1855-1916, 1911-08-24

must make this your practice until
the deed has in it nothing of physical
discomfort. And you must keep doing
/. until you have the luck to be abroad
IN one of those serene daybreaks which
3ot snfreQuently follow after storms
Such dawn followed the storm
through whose moribund phases | had
soundly slept And it seemed. putting
nose into that great still freshness, as
IT the world had but just come forth,
shining and perfect, like new coin
from the mint. There was not a
scratch upon the planed and polished
surface of the sea; nor flaw in the
pink. inverted bowl of the heavens.
Upon leaf and blade shone golconda
OF diamonds; and wood spiders, that
have with Raphael and Chopin the
genius of delicacy, had hung the
spruces with a myriad perfect webs,
each thread of frosted platinum set
with infnitesimal crystals. A great
blue heron stood upon one leg between
me and the risen edge of the sun. But
most pleasing of all to the senses was
the morning outpouring of incense by
the balsams in the wood.
II early in the morning means cold
bath to you, am sorry Maine morn
ings are quite refreshing enough with
ont accessories, and the waters that
wash Names clean, emphatic coast are
iced for the purpose by polar ice. In
deed. any day in August, you may have
the luck to see far of, like a castle in
Spain, one Of the escaped bergs that
Go the icing. So boil the kettle and
wash, for it is good to be clean, but
don't subject yourself prematurely to
one of the tortures reserved for the
damned.
When l had washed l took my
pitcher to the spring in the wood for
drinking water; and what should /
see staring at me from the depths Of
the limpid pool, but an aluminium con-
Meeting rod of one of my own patent
yibrators.
But must have been very intent
upon the spring or should have seen
among the surrounding trees other evil
dences of the accident that had hap
pened over night. Among the ferns,
Just beyond the spring, was one Of
those exquisite little twelve-cylinder
motors by Benoit of Paris; and the
trees about were hung with strips of
oiled jorgum cloth, with shattered
stretchers with twisted wires, and all
the reedy. spindling debris Of a
wrecked monoplane.
A bird blown to pieces by shotgun
does not come to earth In such O state
OF wreck as does an aeropiane that
drives downward at ninety miles an
hour, say. into trees. The path Of
wreckage extended from the tree-tops
back of me, downward, over the spring,
and beyond. The eliminating point
was the bodies of man and woman.
The man lay with his feet to the
tree stem that had broken his head
as ii it had been an egg. The woman
lay to the right of him, and her in
jury must have been to the head also,
for whereas, the mans pneumatic suit
was thing of rubber shreds, hers, and
this speaks nightly for its make Git
was by Copleigh of London), had only
been punctured in the left elbow COM
partment. She lay there upon the
cushions of still complete imitation.
SO that her head, with its mass of dis
ordered sunlit brown hair, lollod clear
OF the ground. Her left glove had been
torn off. and she had upon the engage
ment finger of that hand an imperial
blue aphrizite that must have cost a
matter of twenty or thirty thousand
dollars.
could not find the mark of any In
jury upon her head or face, unless the
least scratch on the lobe of an ex-
Guisite ear may be 80 described. And
what with this, and the strange excite
ment that the beauty OF her face had
reused IN me, | began to hope that she
was not dead. found piece of bright
steel and held 1t to her parted lips 1t
came away with delicate mist upon
II. Then with my pocket knife I
stabbed the pneumatic suit here and
there, and before the air had stopped
Kissing out of it L had got 1t off her.
She was in a bail dress of delicate
mauve tulle, and silk dancing slippers
OF the same shade. Her neck and
arms, girlish but not bony, were bare
and OF the most dazzling white. She
wore string of aphrizites that
matched her ring in color, but were OF
course. smaller, else her neck muscles
could never have stood against the
weight of them. | managed to loosen
her dress and corset, but there was nc
need to adventure In search of beat
ing heart, for I could see the pulsing
OF blood in her jugular vein Indeed
there was so much life In her that
expected her momentarily to open her
eyes, and to tell me that she had been
sitting out dance last night. and that
he had proposed a moonlight stroll In
his monoplane and that the storm had
blown them off shore. and wrecked
them as could see for myself
Her Christian name was Eve. / had
seen 1t embroidered in silk under &
little fall of lace. She was alive. en-
! gagged to some one, probably the dead
| man, unconscious, and that was all
could be sure of.
PRESENTLY It occurred to me tina,
"hen she came to she must not see
the dead man; and / carried her 10
my cabin and laid her on a blanket
spread over balsam boughs. | tried 10
pour little brandy and water into her
mouth, but had no success. Her Inns
were no longer parted, and | could
not part them without too much force
she was breathing through her nose
now, not strongly. but with encourae
ing regularity and steadiness. Sill
she made no further oign of coming IA
her senses. and after an hours watch.
tor Il.