Cheyenne record., 1914-05-21

She leaned OYER the railing that
separated the cabin from the steering
wheel and the various levers. "How
high are we now, Mr.. Duprelf' she
asked.
Santos looked at the aerograph:
"2.527 feet. countess. Do you want to
go higher?"
"Oh. yes!"
The Hawk darted up; turn of the
wheel worked the wings, and electric
sparks were seen in steady stream.
what a wonderful machine this
Isl" whispered the countess in Santos
ear. He had mastered his timidity
and. for the first time. turned to look
at her. Her brilliant eyes melted into
the light blue. round eyes OF Santos.
eyes, 1t IT," he said simply.
Are we going still higher?" she
asked in breathless tone.
Santos looked hurriedly at the aero
graph and saw that 1t showed 10000
feet. In his nervousness he had gone
higher than he intended. 50 he hastily
changed the direction. It was bitterly
cold for short time. but the wings
soon generated enough heat to warm
the cabin; in fact, 1t was too warm.
and Santos opened the air condenser
that let in the fresh, pure air Of that
altitude. where 1t is clear and intoxi-
eating in its sweetness.
How much I admire men like you,
Mr.. Duprel. You have conquered the
air!" whispered the countess to the
good boy who had succumbed to her
charms.
Countess. you are too good to me;
you are the sweetest, dearest woman l
have ever met" suffered the bird
man. He was still more dazed when
she placed her dainty, dimpled hand
on the steering wheel where 1t touched
his.
Where does this machine get the
tremendous power that enables it to
fly with such velocity?" questioned
Rositta.
Electricity" was all the little man
said; then he smiled at his fair pas.
senger, whose hand still rested on the
wheel. touching his.
Electricity" She looked around at
the simple machinery in sight. How
do you generate it,"
Santos laughed at the shrewd quee-
ton. I'VE don't. At least, not much
Of it." Then he suddenly closed his
mouth like one who has realized he Is
saying too much.
The clever woman read his thoughts.
She was quiet for a short time. then
her hand released the wheel and fell
in her lap. She sighed deeply.
Are you happy. Mr.. Duprel?" was
her sudden question.
Santos was 80 surprised that he
gave an involuntary pull at the wheel
that took them from their course.
why do you ask this question. count
ess?"
Because a man like you ought to be
very happy"
"A poor, lonesome fellow, such as
me?"
Are you lonely? would have sup
posed that a genius, who could con-
quer the air and save his country.
couldn't be lonely"
Santos Duprel put on the automatic
lock and let the wheel 60. His instinct
was aroused; something told him that
this beautiful woman was playing
with him. and he, the brave Santos Du-
prel, turned toward the bewitching en-
emy with eyes lit UP.
Countess Rosiny! Why, are you
playing with me? am not a great
man. l am not an inventor and con-
queror; am only simple workman
trying to give my best to my master.
Should you tell all this to him, to Ma
poleon Edison, 1t would be we'll placed,
but why do you speak to me this
way?"
His appearance was changed. His
tone was clear and strong. His round
face was pale.
The countess looked at him as II
fascinated by his outburst. Tears ap-
peared in her eyes.
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