Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-02-11

"Give me your good Wishes Mademoiselle' he said,
"to carry into the air with mel
l hate aeroplanes,- treacherous, fragile things to
sTake my good wishes all the good wishes Of my heart
up into the sky with you They have little weight in
deed to impede your fight!'
In spite of my JOY at seeing him could not keep the
sadness from my voice And to my surprise he also
became suddenly serious "You think your wishes have
little weight-you think So Mademoisele?"
who knows?' [ answered.
"Try!" he said.
In spite of the about us, of Victor at my ell
bow, of even the air crowded above heads seemed
to me that along among the stars, his eyes
met mine And his voice, with its little word,
echoing, eChoing in my
"But if you think your wishes not enough, Made
molselle IT you like to give me something more ma
terlal for mascot"
take TOSeS!" | cried. ~
thank you" he answered, with smile, "and, like
the fellow in the romance, III carry them higher than
carried befOre!'
"Ah" said voice behind me,-a quiet forebodng
sort of sound that taken up by other voices and
went murmuring away over the field. looked up.
Bleriot only short distance from u.s. was oscillatng
strangely in the air.
that's Martin. Yesterday he almost missed his
volpane," said Henry excitedly. And in that moment
the monoplane turned completely and came crash
ing to the ground. 1t horrd, sickenng sight. [
covered my eyes with my hand. In the midst of the
roar that went up from the crowd Henry dashed away
"Pooh little tumble!" said Victor vauntingly; but
| noticed that his pink face had gone quite pale against
his gray coat, and his gloves shook Fifteen feet,
mOre What S fifteen feet! And they re making fuss
the chump though he'd fallen fifteen mes!"
ooh, my darling boy You'll never go up in of
those horrd machines can tell you that!' cried Mrs.
Cobb in a faint voice.
Victors relief evident but he continued to blus
ter "Wat till Wettman arrives from Paris and gives
me few lessons, III show them trick or two!"
"Theres Henry's machine!' said Mrs. Vanfuysens
dry little voice at my elbow
"Poor Mrs Stuart" cried Miss Carroll. dts lucky
she isn't here today"
dts a nervous business" replied Mrs. Vanhuysen
uneasily.
At that instant the crowd below the tribune cleft
and the fallen aviator being carried off the field
quite white with cloth tied round his forehead.
"But it's nothing' cried young man who had come
to join party. "A few bruises; nothing more"
THAT all very well; but the impression stayed
And in spite of the crowd that usual to
round Miss Carroll and me, sat silent, with my eyes
fixed the sky. Above swooped the dragonf1y
wings of Henry's monoplane, and | saw my pink
fastened to his cap The rattle of the motor loud
and dry but only for instant fading off into silence
the machine climbed up into the sky.
IL say what corlling fght!'-"Ah, he knows his
business, that chap!" Around me the voices sweed in
enthusiasm. But couldn't bear to look any morefor
fear of seeing that aeropane turn turtle the other
had done, and come crashing down to the earth.
1t did not, however. Henry made magnificent
f1ight-a record flight, for altitude And all the time
my heart hammered against my ribs, though it
would beat my very body open. All! until that mo-