Mrs. Grundy. (Tracy City, Tenn.) 1903-1930, 1911-06-01


low seemed halfcrazed; seemed. al
most, to have lost the power Of speech
from long disuse Of IT, But he meant
to take us somewhere. that was clear
enough from his gestures. II could
only have seen you before began to
blurt the thing out. I'd have spared
you the suspense until there was some
thing to tell, I'm sorry. Jeanne"
'Its queer" she said, at the end Of
a rather long silence. I'm sure there
was no Portuguese In fathers expedi
ton. Except for two or three Swedes
and Norwegians, they were all Amer
leans. know the name Of every man
who sailed in his ship"
"He might have taken some one on
at st. Michaels," suggested the eidar
Fanshaw.
Yes she said a little obviously.
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 pris-
matte binocular which was sluns
across across her shoulders. The two
men exchanged glances behind her.
the elder, one Of inquiry, his son, a
reluctant negative. No. II 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. II wish my sky
man would come"-shs said forlornly.
come whirling down out Of the air.
with news Of them"
"Your sky-man7" said Tom Fanshaw
questioningly.
Here was something to talk about
at last, and the old gentleman seized
the chance It afforded.
Yes, we've another mystery" he
said. "See what you can do toward
solving It," With that for an introduc
ton. he plunged into humorous &c
count Of Jeanne's report OF her ad
venture Of the night before, Of the mar
who had dropped down from the sky. II
, the middle Of the night, and talked Il
, her awhile, and then flown away again
"She was really out on the ice fioe.'
he said; $50 much concede, bu
when | assure her that she dreamed
the rest, she is sheptical about my ex
plantation"
"But even you can't explain" sh
protested, ''how could dream abou
an Eskimo throwingstick, and the
bring It back to the yacht with m
when | was wide-awake, and show
to you at the breakfast table Thu
morning"
"I'll have to admit" said the oil,
gentleman, that my explanation
doesn't adequately account for that
The expression OF the younge
mans face was perplexed rather thar
incredulous.
"But. my boy" cried the elder man
think of It'll He comes down out o
the sky and says he Just dropped II
from Point Barrow; and that's so
miles away. That's Just as impossible
as 1t would be to materialize an Eski
mo throwing stick out of dreaI1
very bit"
mo, hardly that" said Tom judicI
ally. what was his aeroplane like
What was 1t made Of? Did you motto
It particularly"
Eyes," she said; Il helped him fol-
It up. It was made of bladders an
bamboo and catgut. he said"
And his motor?" cried Tom. "Wha
was his motor like?"
There was no motor at all" sh
said; lust wings"
There you see, Tom" interrupted
his father. absolute moonshine."
But still the younger man shook
doubtful head. mo" he said, "th
things not impossible-not incoMceiy
able, at least. The big birds can a.
tsat far, and think nothing of It,"
The old man snorted: "Theyr'
built that way. Think of the immens
strength of their wing muscles"
Not so enormous" said the young
IT man. II dissected the wing of al
albatross once to see. It's not b.
main strength they keep afoat In tn
air: It's by catching the trick of It."
That's what he said." the girl erie
eagerly HE told me he could fl
across the north pole. from Dawso
City to st. Petersburg, and when
asked him II he could keep flying. fly
ing all the time like that, he said tn
biggest birds didn't fly; they SAILED
and he said he sailed, too, and tn
force Of gravity was his keel"
, Her story was making its impres
. sion on the younger man, at leas
Z even II his father was as imperviou
I to 1t as he still seemed.
+ well, II you dreamed that" sal
Tom, "it was mighty intellisen
= dream, I'll say that for it"
/. But 1t wasn't dream at all" sh
cried. Didn't l help him take tn
thing apart and fold 1t up into bur
die? And didn't he say that he wa
q tax payer, and that his name wa
Philip Cayley?"
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