Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-04-02

don't crush him till he does mention settlements, she
petitioned You'll spoil my fun
Justin laughed and kissed her. II agree to that he
said. Il guess your head is screwed on straight.
Ann changed the subject And now, she cate
chized what about Brescia' Is Oliver Page genius
Her uncles face became impassive. What do you
mean by genius?"
you know what mean. Has he finally succeeded
Did he actually make that wonderful flght!
(WHICH"
1.-The one the Milan paper described this morning.
Somebody went up at Bse was not long after
in afternoon.
Justin smiled. Sounds almost like home paper,
doesn't it? No, didn't read that tale; but heard
about it,
And wasn't it true?" demanded his wife. Hasn't
Oliver Page flown, after all?"
ooh, yes Oliver has tinkered his motor into shape
at last! His machine really begins to look practical
But how about dinner? Must dress?"
His helpmate abandoned the pumping process; but
Ann made one more attempt.
al believe there is something behind that newspaper
story, she said land I'm sure you know what it Hs
Don't be sphinx"
Justin drew newspaper from his pocket. Nobody
be a sphinx something everybody knows, he
replied. In its afternoon edition the Milan daily clears
up its mystery quarried out the of it with
the help of pocket dictionary. Suppose you give
stiff shirt He stabbed the Illuminating paragraph
with his pipestem and took himself off to his dressing
room.
Ann found the item concise most afternoon
plantations of a morning mystery Rosy theory gave
place gray fact 1t true that there had been
Brescia An aviator, said to be American,
had given motor tiia He had, stated in the
previous despatch succeeded in getting far Lake
Garda. But, as for Cremona and Mantua inquiry had
developed the fact that bird shaped kites which mex
perenced people everywhere mistook for aeroplanes
these days. flown in both cities yesterday. This
rational explanation of the creulous visions of Gre
and Mantua naturally precluded any further con-
sderation of the absurd story from the suburbs of
Verona which, ernanatng from ignorant peasants, bore
the stamp of unreality on its very face Forced to
descend in his homeward fight the Brescian aviator had
not returned to his shed until an hour too late admit
of an interview
Ann read with growing doubt, and flung down the
paper in absolute disbelief. "Those people did
something extraordinary" she declared. II know it!
I'm convinced that Oliver Page did make that fight, and
that Uncle Justin not only knows he made it, but is be-
hind this newspaper denial What does it mean?"
"Dollars!" suggested Mrs. Blair sententiously.
THERE was nothing lore be had from the head of
the family Neither Brescia aeroplanes crossed
his lips; for that matter, anything else save his
a. iner His fellow guests paSSe1 uefOre his scrutiny
without remark and apparently without speculation,
until in leaving, they approached table where quite
alone his bird OF expression Salient Saccarelo sat
consuming an ice. He perceived them and bowed.
"Where did you meet that MANI? uStln put the
question they out of earshOt.
His wife mentioned Rgoletto, and detailed the odd
encounter of the afternoon.
"Do you know-who he is" asked Ann
He nodded abstractecfy. If you have oppor-
tunity that doesn't forced present me- he said;
then, after moments r1mnation 1 understand he's