Rocky Ford enterprise., 1911-04-21

| low seemed half-crazed: seemed, al
most. to have lost the power OF speech
from long disuse of 1t. But he meant
to take US somewhere. that was clear
enough from his gestures. II l could
only have seer you before I began to
blurt the thing out. I'd have spared
you the suspense until there was some
thing to tell. I'm sorry. Jeanne.s
Its queer" she said. at the end Of
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. l know the name Of every man
who sailed in his ship"
He might have taken some one on
nt st. Michaels." suggested the elder
Fanshaw.
"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 tho shore line with n pris-
matte binocular which was slung
across across her shoulders. The two
men exchanged glances behind her.
the elder, one OF inquiry. his son.
reluctant negative. No. 1t would
clearly be insane to build any hope on
the incident.
| At last shell the glass fall from
her listiess hand and turned to them.
her face haggard with the torture OF
impossible hope. Il 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.
| Hero was something to talk about
at last. and the old gentleman seized
tho chance It afforded.
Yes. we've another mystery" no
said. See what you can do toward
solving It." With that for an introduc-
ton. he plunged into n humorous ac-
! 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 Hoe."
he said: $50 much I concede: but
when I assure her that she dreamed
the rest. she Is skeptical about my ex-
PLANTATION" ]
But even you can't EXPLAIN" she
protested, "how I could dream about
an Eskimo throwing. stick. and then
bring It back to tho yacht with mo
when I was wide-awake. and show Il
to you at the breakfast table this
morning."
I'll have to admit" said tho 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 II! 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
rs It would be to materiaiize an Eski-
mo throwing stick out OF n dream.
sgery bit"
NO. 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 ike!
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
I doubtful head. NO" he said. the
things not impossible-not inconceiv-
| able. at least. The big birds can ny
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. 81 dissected the wing OF an
.Lbatross once to see. It's not by
main strength they keep afioat 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 ny
across the north pole. from Dawson
| City to st. Petersburg. and when
asked him II he could keep flying. hy-
ing all the time like that, he said tho
bigses. birds didn't fly: they sailed.
and he said he sailed. too. and tho
force Of gravity was his keel"
Her story was making It's impress
sion on the younger man. at least,
even II his father was as impcrvious
to II as he still seemed.
We'll, II you dreamed that" said
Tom. "it was 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 bun
die? And didn't he say that he was
tax payer. and that his name was
Philip Cayley?
CTo BE CoSTINUEDJ