The Mena weekly star., 1911-02-02

at St. Michaels. suggested the elder Fan1haw.
 "Yes," she said little dubiously. ''only he never thought much of south ern Europeans as sea-faring men"
 There was another silence after that She rose presently and began sweeping the shore line with a pris- matic binocular which was slung across across her shoulders The two men exchanged glances behind her. the elder, one of inquiry, his son, a reluctant negative. No. it would clearly be insane to build any hope on the Incident.
 At last she let the glass fall from her listless hand and turned to them, her face haggard with the torture of impossible hope. q wish my sky man would come'-she said forlorniy. -come whirling down out of the air. with news of them"
 Your sky-man?" said Tom Fanshaw quessioningly.
 Here was something to talk about at last. and the old gentleman seized tue CudnCe IL auOTueu.
 Yes we've another mystery" he said. See what you can do toward solving it." With that for an introduce tion. he plunged into humorous ac- count of Jeanne's report of her ad- venture of the night before. of the man who had dropped down from the sky, in the middle of the night. and talked to her awhile, and then flown away again "She was really out on the ice foe.' he said; "so much concede; but when l assure her that she dreamed the rest, she is skeptical about my ex- planation.'
 But even you can't explain" she protested, how I could dream about an Eskimo throwing stick, and then bring it back to the yacht with me when I was wide-awake, and show it to you at the breakfast table this morning"
 'T'll have to admit" said the old gentleman. that my explanation doesn't adequately account for that"
 The expression of the younger mans face was perplexed rather than incredulous.
 But, my boy" cried the elder man think of 1t, He comes down out of the sky and says he just dropped in from Point Barrow; and that's 50O miles away. That's just as impossible as it would be to mater.alize an Eski mo throwing stick out of dream Eery bit"
 'No. hardly that" said Tom judici ally. What was his aeroplane like What was 1t made of? Did you notice 1t particularly"
 Yes" she said: T helped him fold it up. It was made of bladders and bamboo and catsut. he said"
 And his motory" cried Tom What was his motor llke?"
 There was no motor at all.' she said; just wings"
 There you see, Tom" interrupted his father, absolute moonshine.'
 But still the younger man shook a doubtful head. No" he said, "the things not impossible-not inconceiv- able, at least The big birds can fly that far, and think nothing of it."
 The old man snorted: They're built that way. Think of the immense strength of their wing muscles
 Not so enormous" said the young CT man. q dissected the wing of an albatross once to see. It's not by main strength they keep afoat in the air: it's by catching the trick of It."
 That's what he said" the girl cried eagerly. He told me he could fly across the north pole, from Dawson City to St. Petersburg. and when asked him if he could keep flying. fly. ing all the time like that, he said the biggest birds didn't fly; they sailed, and he said he sailed, too. and the force of gravity was his keel"
 Her story was making it's impress sion on the younger man, at least, even if his father was as impervious to it as he still seemed. Well, If you dreamed that" said Tom, s!t was mighty intelligent dream, I'll say that for it
 But 1t wasn't dream at all. she cried. Didn't help him take the thing apart and fold 1t up into a bun dle?' And didn't he say that he was a tax payer, and that his name was Philip Cayley?"
 She was addressing the elder man as she spoke, and as she mentioned the name--it was the first time she had mentioned If to anv opa-cho a saw him shoot a startled. inquiring glance at his son. Following 1t, she met Tom Fanshaw's eyes staring at her in utter amazement.
 "Cayley," he said, half under his breath; Philip Cayley-"
 That was the name," she an swered-
 And yet, I'd be willing to swear. ' he said, I've never mentioned that name to you in my life.''
 No" she said Why should you I know you didn't. knew had never heard 1t before when he told me 1t was his" She hesitated moment; then: Did you ever know a man named Philip Cayley. Tom?"
 ne let the question go by. unheedea, and, for long time gazed silently out over the land. 'T suppose" he said at last, that coincidence like this, any coincidence. if only 1t be strange enough, will bring a touch of supersitous fear to anybody. l never had even a touch. of 1t before, in all