The Irish standard., 1911-08-05

the sky and says he just dropped in
from Point Barrow; and that's 500
miles away. That's just as impossible
as it would be to materialize an Eski-
mo throwing-stick out of a dream,
VERY bit"
mo, hardly that" said Tom judici.
ally. What was his aeroplane like?
What was it made of? Did you notice
1t particularly"
Eyes" she said; II helped him fold
1t up. 1t was made Of bladders and
bamboo and catsut, he said"
"And his motor?" cried Tom. what
was his motor like?"
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
doubtful head. NO" he said, 1.-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"
i mot so enormous" said the young
er man. II dissected the wing of an
albatross once to see It's not by
main strength they keep afloat 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 I
asked him If he could keep flying, n.y.
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 its 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, 1T was mighty intelligent
dream, I'll say that for it."
But it wasn't dream at ALL" she
cried. Didn't I help him take the
thing apart and fold it up into bun
die? And didn't he say that he was
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 it to any one-she
saw him shoot a startled, inquiring
glance at his son. Following it, 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"
II "No," she said. "Why should you?
I, know you didn't. knew l had never
heard it before when he told me it
was his She hesitated moment;
then: did you ever know a man
named Philip Cayley, Tom?"
He let the question go by, unheeded,
and. for long time, gazed silently
out over the land II suppose" he
said at last, that a coincidence like
this, any coincidence, if only it be
strange enough, will bring a touch Of
supersitous fear to anybody. 1 never
had even touch of 1t before, in all
my life; and always had a little feel.
Ing of contempt for the men who
showed it. But now-well, we'll, I
wish poor old Hunter hadn't strayed
away last night. l wasn't alarmed
about him before, and I've no rational
ground for alarm about him now.
Only"
He did not go on until she prompted
him with question. And has the
sky-man, Philip Cayley, anything to
do with the coincidence?
Still it was little while before he
spoke. II suppose I'd better tell you
the story-a part Of it. at least;
couldn't tell it all to you" He turned
to his father. you, think, already
know It," Then with evident reluc-
lance. he began telling the story to
Jeanne.
There was man named Philip
Cayley," he said, Gin Hunters class at
the Point, three classes ahead of me,
that was. He and Hunter were chums,
the David and Jonathan you know,
of their class. remember what q
stroke of luck for them everybody
thought it was when they were as
signed to service in the same regi-
ment. It seems to me, as think back
to our days at the Point-of course,
my memory may be playing me a
trick-but 1t seems to me that even
then Cayley was interested in the
navigation of the air. Somebody kept
q scrap-book Of all that. the newspa-
pers and magazines reported on the
subject, any way; remember seeing
1t. I think 1t was CaYley.
Il lost sight Of him and Hunter
when they went to the Philippines. It
is only justice to Hunter to say that
I never heard a word of the thing that
happened out there from him. He
never seemed to want to talk to me
about it, and, Of course, never forced
him. Well, can make short story