The weekly times-record. (Valley City, N.D.) 1912-1922, 1913-03-27

ecutiof. IN company with two cele.
brated analytical chemists. he pro.
ceeded to the Fulton home and with
his knife cut several blood-stained
shavings from the steps where the
Flying Man had stood for an instant
bleeding from the wounds inflicted by
Clay's weapon. These thin slices Of
wood they conveyed to a laboratory,
where with microscope and chemicals
they subjected them to a. thorough
examination and analysis. At the end
Of the tests DR.. Johns. famous through.
out the land as q chemical analyst
of body fluids, submitted his report
which was Endorsed in every respect
by his scarcely less famous colleague.
The report stated that they had sub.
jected the stains to every known test
and the results were absolute aud
scientifically incontrovertible. Tho
stains were made by blood. yet the
chemical reaction obtained by the
tests were different from those re,
sulting from the blood test of any ami.
ulal heretofore known. All animals
up to this time had been classed Ell.
Their as warm or cold blooded, the
blood of one of the latter, frog or
a snake fer instance, being very dis.
similar to that from one of the for.
mer say chicken or dog, whose vi.
tai fluid-being warm-much moro
closely resemblel the blood Of man.
In the specimens which they had an.
alyzed the blood was mixture of the
two, therefore Of necessity the crea.
ture who shed 1t was apart and dis
tinct from any other human or other
animal IN that he. was neither warm
nor cold blooded. but contained the
corpuscles Of both. What the char.
acteristics, habits, food or mentality
of such an anomalous being probably
were was an unguessable problem,
but in all likelihood he was omnivo.
rous with decided carniyorous or
meat-eating preference. At any rate
as an addition to science he was in.
valuable. The paleontologlst, the. or
nithologist, the ethnologist, the an
thropologist, the pathologist-there
was long list Of them--would give
all but their lives to POSSESS him.
Professor Desmond received the re,
port, read 1t with interest, and eau.
tioning his associates to remain quiet
for the time being filed the paper
away for future use.
Three days later awild-eyed farmer
galloping into the city on foaming
horse threw himself from the saddle,
stumbled across the threshold Of the
central police station and lay there
frothing at the mouth until they
picked him up and revived him with
brandy and ammonia. Eventually they
managed to extract his story, which
was told amidst frequent sobbins
breakdowns, wild flights OF incoher.
ency and pitiful grovelings when he
plead abjectly for help both Divine.
and human. In substance he said:
My name Is Jones-Simon K. Jones.
and have small place about five
miles out In the country on the old
Creek road. | live there with my wife
and little girl eight years old-Oh. in
the name Of God, men. help me-help
me save her--my daughter-my dar.
ling-all right, I'll try and be calm,
boys, for ] know you will all do what
you can for me.
1T happened an hour ago-just about
but 1t seems year already. l was
coming across field and happened to
glance up at the sun to see what time
1t was and saw him-yes, saw him
the Flying Man. for Of course had
heard Of himI guess everybody in
the world has. He was up, way up,
mebby a thousand feet, and didn't
look very big and at first I thought
he was some funny kind Of a hawk,
then got better view and saw it
was man. There was no chance OF
its being flying machine, for I've
seen them and they don't flop their
wings. l ran then-ran as fast az
could, looking up at him over my
shoulder He saw me too, for he com.
menced to come down in great circles
like an eagle does when he is soaring
of a cliff into canyon, and he was
getting in on me closer at every
swoop. But I had q good start and
beat him to the house by quite a bit
and rushed In and locked the doors
and showed my wife in q closet and
then took down the gun-an old mus.
ket that always keep loaded with
birdshot. This was just about noon
time and my daughter was at school
half a mile away. Well, everything
was still for while, q kind of q
creepy still with nothing but few To-
Gusts singing, still, still-still as a
graveyard at high noon in midsummer
seemed as If I had never known Il
to be 30 still, then heard something
tight on the roof and 10 pat, pat, soft
like. as If somebody was trottins
around on 1t barefoot, and then
knew he was up there and looking
around. Then that sound stopped aud
Tor while everything was quie: AZ
death again outside and was stand
Ing against the wall where could see
both windows in front Of me and with