Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1911-04-25

mastered them both. Then there rolled
over all the recollection that what she
now listened to was but mechanical
echo. The hillside faded the walls of
the yacht came back
Il never believed in much. and I'm
going without whining. Are you near.
Barbara? Sometimes there are many
people around me and then
only YOU. / think I'm begin
ming to wanderi"
She was weeping now. unrestramed.
There was Ions pause. in which the
whir of the wheels rasped on. Then
rs it your !. arms 1 feel Barbara?
Or is it
That was ALL The wheels whirred on
little longer. a click and-silence.
Only the rush of the wind outside and
knelt in the dark room. her face buried
in her hands. her heart tossed or the
coat-tides of anguish and of JOY.
A long time she knelt. She was
recalled by a confusion or the deck
above her-shouts and a Fastening of
feet She lifted her face. The dawn
had COMETS pale. faint radiance sifted
through the heavy glass ports and dimly
lit the room. The shouts and running
multiplied.
She sprang to her feet, opened the
door and hurried up the companions
way.
CHAPTER L.
> RACE WITH DAWN.
In that furious pace toward Aoyama.
Daunt had been consumed by one
thought; that upon his single effort
hung the saving of human 1ives-the
covering of a shame to his own nation
the turning away of a Soul allegation
from the repute OF a friendly empire.
He knew that minutes were valuable.
On the long. dimly-lighted roadways
where the flying hoofs beat their furious
tattoo. few carts were astir. and the
trolleys had not yet appeared on the
wider thoroughfares. The rain had
washed the air clean. the wind was
dustfess and sweet. and the stars were
palely bright. once a policeman sig
nailed and the driver mOmentarily slack
ened speed-then on as before. The
horses were white with foam when they
reached the parade ground. Here Daunt
leaped down and wrenched both lamps
from the carriage. Go home" he said
to the betto. and running through a
clump of trees, struck across the waste.
The japanese stared after him mysti-
fed. then with 4 philOsophic objurgation.
turned and drove the sweating horses
hoT-e at a walk.
Daunt ran 10 a low door in the long
garage. The key was on a ring in his
pocket. He went in, locking the door
behind him. There were no electric
lights-hc had been there heretofore
only by day-and the carriage lamps
made only a subdued glimmer that was
reflected from the polished metal of the
great winged thing resting on its car
rier He threw of his evening coat
and set feverishly to work. After its
single trial the new fan-propeller had
( been unshipped for a slight alteration.
and the aanges had not yet been reas-
sen:bled. There were delicate adjust
ments to be made. wire riggings to be
tautened. score Of minute tests before
/ all could be safe and sure.
At length the last attachment was
in place the final bolt sent home and
one of the lamps dashed clase in the
angle Of the wind screen. He took his
place and the engine started its fla
miliar double rhythm; pst-pst-pst-
pst-pst-pst as the explosive drop fell
faster and faster. He leaned and broke
the clutch which held the big double
doors of the building. They swung
/ open and he threw on the gear.
And suddenly, as the propeller be-
gan to spin. in the instant the e.lder
started in its rush down the guides.
Daunt was aware that some one had
darted through the doors. He had a
flashing view Of a white. disheveled
face, heard a cry behind him-then the
PROV of the Glider tilted abruptly. the
air whistled past the screens, the great
fat field sank away. and he was throb-
/ bing steeply upward, against the sweep
of the wind.
Daunt threw himself forward-the
bubble in the sprit-level chung TO the
top of its tube. Rapidly he warped
down the elevation-vanes till slowly.
slowly, the telltale bubble crept to the
1 middle Of the level What was the
matter? The engine was working we'll,
vet there was a sense of heaviness.
! Of sluggishness that was unaccount-