Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1911-04-14

| even let myself begin to hope yet.
must ]. not-yet?
Il don't know" said Tom. THE fel-
low seemed half-crazed; 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. I know the name of every man
who sailed in his ship"
He might have taken some one on
at st. Michaels." suggested the elder
! Fanshaw.
Yes" she said 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 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.
81 che lat tho olaGS fall from
| her listless hand and turned to them,
her face haggard with the torture or
impossible hope. II wish my sky
man would come"-she said forlornly.
come whirling down out of the air.
with news of them"
Your sky-man?" 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 ac-
count of Jeannes 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 tho ice foe
he said; $50 much | conCede; but
when | assure her that she dreamed
the rest, she is skeptical about my ex-
PLANTATION"
Put even you can't explain she
protested, how | could dream about
an Eskimo throwing-stick, and then
bring it back to the yacht with me
when l was wide-awake, and show 1t
! to you at the breakfast table this
morning"
"In 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 it, He comes down out OF
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
it particularly"
yes" she said; Il helped him fold
it up. 1t was made of bladders and
bamboo and catgut. he said"
And his motor" cried Tom. What
was his motor like?"
There was no motor at ALL" she
! said; lust wings"
There you see, Tom interrupted
his father. absolute moonshine.
| But still the younger man shook
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
+ man. II dissected the wing of an
albatross once to see. It's not by
main strength they keep afioat in the
II
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 its impress
sion on the younger man. at least,
even If his father was as impervioua
to 1t as he still seemed.
We'll. If you dreamed that" said
Tom, 1T was a mighty intelligent
| dream. I'll say that for It,"
But it wasn't a dream at all, she
cried Didn't / help him take the
thing apart and fold it up into a bum
die? And didn't he say that he was
a tax payer, and that his name was
Philip Cayley?"
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BY Way Of Variety.
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