The San Juan islander. [volume] (Friday Harbor, Wash.) 1898-1914, 1913-08-15

I 7 hope It WIN cease forever.s inter
rupted Miss Prudent.
"The element that ring Is made OF
will drive 1t from land and from sea,
but carries It into the air."
"But II no one knows the secret."
There are no secrets, Miss Pru.
dent: there are many things We don't
know yet, but there are no secrets
Nature is an open book to those who
can read and understand"
Again you are right, Mr.. Edison. =
"Then, with your permission, will
go. I hope that the service / am Of.
fering to our continent will be accept.
ed as freely as am offering It."
II can assure you of that, as the
nominee for the presidential chair. y
She offered her hand again and Napo.
leon Edison kissed 1t reverently. He
bowed once more and started toward
the door. Miss Prudent hesitated a
moment-a question was on her lips
but as she hesitated it was too late;
the visitor was gone.
"Cirynith- Cirynith!" she sighed
more than uttered, and looked at the
chair that had a short moment ago
held that splendid man.
It seemed to her as though the
stranger had carried away something
something what? She did not
know. She sat down before the desk
and taking the ring in her hand looked
at it, and finally she slipped it on her
finger. 1t fitted perfectly.
Then she looked at it more closely
and saw some small tracings on it.
She could not distinguish the lines
with her unaided eyes, SO took mag
nifying glass and examined 1t curious
ly. A cry Of Joy left her lips as she
deciphered the strange word "Ciry-
NTH"
BY some coincidence Napoleon Edi-
son, emerging from the portal, again
encountered the man he had met three
days before; the only difference was
that this time he was leaving and Am
brosio Hale was coming.
The tall man with those ferret-like
eyes, fox nose and brittle mustache
was evidently surprised. AS he passed
the porter's gate he asked who the
stranger was. The porter could not
remember but it was a name that
made him think Of Napoleon; whether
it was Bonaparte or Caesar he could
not recall.
Mr.. Hale was received in the green
room.
Astra had a peculiar dislike for that
color, not in nature, but in furnish
ings and clothing, and generally re-
ceived people she did not like in the
green room. That room had q de-
pressing effect on her mentality, and
the people who visited her there soon
left.
II have come this time, my dear As
ira, to congratulate you. wanted to
be the first. You are nominated by
the continentalists, and there Is no
doubt but you will be elected; there
is hardly any opposition on the sec
tionists' part. Whom could they put
up against you, my dear Astra?'
He pressed the hand of the girl
warmly. He knew that he had to win
her love or he would never reach the
goal he was longing for.
Il wish you would consider me your
very best friend, my dear. Consult me
any time you please. Your wisdom
and judgment Is great. The whole
continent is looking at you as the
deliverer; still, once in while the
word OF an experienced statesman will
help"
Indeed, Mr.. Hale, assure you that
If ever need your kindly offered help
will call on you"
The intimate conversation did not
last long, as other visitors arrived and
spoiled Ambrosio 'Hale's ardently
longed for opportunity.
Before Astra fell asleep, she kissed
the glittering ring on which the word
Cirynith was, family engraved.
That evening Napoleon Edison, &C.
companied by his short friend, sat in
compartment of the fourteen-hour
Frisco limited, flying toward the West:
the train that was shot through the
tube by compressed air was SO perfect
that not rumble was heard, or a
culver felt.
Napoleon Edison bent over an out
spread plan showing an object Of Pc
culiar construction. His companion
watched him for while, then fell
asleep. Edison looked at the fat
mans nodding head. and turned the
light lower, SO that it fell only on his
blueprints.
He sat studying those lines that ran
straight, curved and oblique; they
formed picture that was not intend
ed-the outlines, the details OF Sc
rene, strong face-Astra's.
The train shot steadily toward the
Golden Gate.
CTO BE cONTINUED)
Bound to Have His Joke.