The Forrest City times., 1914-05-08

 week Bronson says I'll be flying like a gull. Cad, it's wonderful I've had two tumbles, that's all-lttle ones, of course-net result parked knee and a peeled elbow"
 Watch out you're not flying like an angel before you get through with 1t. Les" cautioned the painter. T see that well-known society leader in Chicago was killed yesterday"
 "Oh, I love the danger there is in it" said Wrandall carelessly. That's what gives zest to the sport"
 T love it, too," said Hetty, her eyes agleam. The glorious feel of the wind as you rush through 1t. And yet one seems to be standing perfect ly still in the air when one is half mile high and going fifty miles an hour Oh, 1t is wonderful, Mir Wran- dall"
 I'll take you out in week or two. Miss Castleton, if you'll trust your self with me"
 "l will go," she announced promptly.
 Booth frowned Better wait bit" he counseled. Risky business, Miss Castleton, flying about with fiedgelings"
 "Oh, come now!' expostulated Wrandall with some heat. Don't be 2 wet blanket, old man"
 T was merely suggesting she'd bet
 r wait till you've got used to your wings"
 Jimmy Van Wickle took his wife with him the third time up," said Les lie, as if that were the last word in aeroplaning.
 Its common report that she keeps Jimmy level, no matter where she's got him retorted Booth.
 T dare say Miss Castleton can hold me level" said Leslie, with a pro found bow to her, Cant you Miss Castleton?"
 She smiled "Oh, as for that. MT. Wrandall, l think we can all trust you to cling pretty closely to your own level"
 Rather ambiguous, that" he re- marked dubiously
 She means you never get below 1t, Leslie" said Booth, enjoying himself
 That's the one great principle in aeroplaning," said Wrandall, quick to recover. Vivian says I'll break my neck some day, but admits 1t will be a heroic way of doing it. Much nobler than pitching out of an automobile or catapulting over horses head in Central park" He paused for effect before venturing his next conclusion Tt must be ineffably sublime, being squashed-or is it squshed ?-after a drop of a mile or so, isn't it?"
 He looked 10 see Miss Castleton vince, and was somewhat dashed to find that she was looking out of the window, quite oblivious to the peril he was in figuratively for her special consideration.
 Booth was acutely reminded that the term "prg' as applied to Leslie was misnomer; he hated the thought of the other word, which re fectively he rhymed with pad"
 It occurred to him early in the course of this onesided discussion that the hostess was making no eff fort to take part in it, whether from lack of interest or because of its friv- olous nature he was, of course un- { able to determine Later. he was struck by the curious pallor of her face, and the lack-luster expression of her eyes. She seldom removed her ! gaze from Wrandall's face, and vet there persisted in the observers mind the rather uncanny impression that she did not hear a word her l brother-in-law was saying He, in | turn, took to watching her covertlv. i At no time did her expression change. l For reasons of his own, he did not attempt to draw her into the conyer- 1 sation, fascinated as he was by the study of that beautiful emotionless | face. Once he had the queer sensa. l tion of feeling, rather than seeing. q haunted look in her eyes, but he put 1t down to fancy on his part.
 And Leslie babbled on in blissful ignorance of, not to say disregard for. this strange ghost at the feast for to Booths mind. the ghost of Challs Wrandall was there.
 Turning to Miss Castleton with q significant look in his eyes, meant to to call her attention to Mrs. Wrandall he was amazed to find that every yes tige of color had gone from the girls face. She was listening to Wrandall and replying in monosyllables, but that she was aware of the other wom. ans abstraction was not for an in stant to be doubted Suddenly. after a quick glance at Saras face, she looked sQuarely into Booths eyes. and he saw in hers an expression of actual concern, if not alarm.
 Leslie was Tn the middle of a sen tence when Sara laughed aloud. with out excuse or reason. The next in. stant she was looking from one to the other in dazed sort of way, as if coming out of a dream.
 Wrandall turned scarlet. There had been nothing in his remarks to call ! for laugh, he was quite sure of that ] Flushing slightly. she murmured some. l thing about having thOupbt ne ,o