The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1914-12-12
HIN. EGBERT
(copyRI6HT setS
WG.CHAPMAN)
o.IRWIN MYERS

/ my seat. looked back. The oil
chateau. gray and ghostly In the earl!
morning, seemed replete with history
and every single window was, in my
Imagination. filled with the forms o.
earlier owners: great lords and fail
ladies who had played each his or hel
part In the history Of Clichy and left
the scene. Something OF the sense Of
this continuity made my surroundings
singuIarly unreal The Comte and
Charles' mother seemed now hardly
moro than phantoms upon q ghostly
stage In q mysterious setting. But
such fancies were morbid. turned
my face resolutely away and started
and take the soft sod under me; there
was moment Of swift gliding. and the
ground shot from beneath me.
pressed the lever that controlled
the rudder and new upward. Now
was cool and calm AZ though this were
the flight Of an experienced aeronaut.
was, in thought, again flying with
Charles In the English aviation meet
Ing. Right and left the monoplane
turned at my insistence. skimming the
soft airs lightly as swallow. ! rose
above the tops OF the old elms and
circled the grounds. Once. twice !
made this course. and then, rising to
two hundred feet, shot straight 40 q
bee eastward toward Paris.
Towns and villages unrolled them
selves beneath me as sped over the
fair panorama OF northern France. I
kept an altitude of about four hundred
feet; In this manner / was enabled
to travel by the bright ribbons of the
railway line. clearly perceptible below
me. and. At the same time. to escape
any too intimate contact with the deni-
xens of the district; for above all
things I wished 70 avoid awakening
curiosity as to my identity and desti-
nation Several times railroad train.
unrolling like q caterpillar out of the
ground. swept past me: twice. too,
OUTRAGED trains Paris bound. The ma
chine seemed like q sentient thing.
no longer wondered that we had beat
en- all our competitors In London. for
we seemed 90 to harmonixe that we
were no longer twain: l was an aerial
centaur. and this mechanism of steel
and aluminium was part of me.
After an hour and half dark blur
beginning to spread over the horizon
told me that was approaching Paris.
! had resolved not to fiy over the capt.
tai lest some too adventurous news
paper should send out its aeroplane
correspondent in search of me. One
thing ! longed for greatly-a news
paper. that might learn how Charles
Jared, what was the latest news of the
trial. and whether the flight that
was to make had yet become public
knowledge. But overcame my long
ing and. wheeling in a southeasterly
direction, mounted to an altitude of q
thousand feet and shot over the green
tracery Of the Bois. which from that
height appeared exactly like q field
Of corn In tassel, set on an indistin-
guishable brown background. At this
height, though 1t was July. the air
was crisp and keen, the wind sang
past my ears. every sense tingled with
exuberance. must save Charles!
Now It was impossible no longer: no
longer dangerous even. flashed over
the poplar-lined roads of the environs,
and. gradually descending to height
Of four hundred feet again, made my
way along the highway in the direc-
ton Of Troyes. where I descended at
noon In q large field to lunch and to
inspect my motor.
Everything was satisfactory.
stepped out, q little cramped, and.
lying upon bank of softest turf.
snatched few morsels of bread and
cheese. washing them down with .
draft Of clearest spring water from q
rill near by. The sight OF the great
bird had already aroused the interest
Of the neighborhood. and I knew that
my sojourn must be q brief one. In
fact. hardly had rinsed my hands
after my meal when the advance guard
Of the rustic population came running
up in the shape OF farmers boy,
who. seeing me, threw up his hands
In dumfounded amaxement, suffering:
/ ITS woman! Holy Virgin. .
woman!"
Seeing that q little group was NOV
Ing over the brow of the hill. and not
wishing to communicate anything OF
my purpose or identity. entered the
machine again and started the motor.
As the wheels revolved they shouted
and ran forward threateningly, their
frst impulse. after fear, being hate
. phenomenon common everywhere
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