The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1914-07-10

An hour later ne saw shadows NOV
ing along the road, and. crouching
low among the underground, per-
ceived two armed guards and the
girl pass by within three feet of him
and make their way toward the barn.
He let them pass. When they were
out of sight he stood upon his feet
and started the mechanism. Then,
with whirl and rush he was away,
flying down the dark pass under the
fleeting clouds and brilliant moon. He
found the road at Hendricksville un-
guarded, crossed it, entered upon the
main state highway, and, three hours
later, removed the gyroscope in a far
distant region.
But this adventure made Haynes
realize that henceforth there would
be no peace for him in the United
States. And he craved peace, longed
for it as only the hunted man can
long for It, He wanted rest. Some
how, before he died, he must become
reconciled with his soul. He wanted
to be alone, without companions, in
some wild region where, toiling next
to the bosom of the re-creating earth,
he might refresh his spirit. And
there, in such place, he knew that
he would find peace at last.
He must leave the new world. He
would go to Norway. Once before,
travelling to the northern part of the
great Scandinavian peninsula, in
search of one of those who had
wronged him, he had been almost
turned from his revenge in the ma
jestic and solemn presence of those
mighty mountains. He would go to
Norway and dwell for year in some
remote hamlet He still had five
thousand dollars left; that would
amply suffice for his needs. After
that year he would know what to do.
But how wac lie to leave America
when every port would be guarded,
every ship inspected? True, he might
turn north and west and strive to
cross the frozen straits at the ex-
tremity of Alaska, but even with the
wonderful gyroscope he doubted his
ability to do this; moreover, he was
tired of travelling He could not en-
dure the desolation of that icy wilder
ness. He reached New York and took
up his abode in cheap rooming
house, he spent days walking the
streets, bordering, starting at every
word addressed to him by every
stranger.
His nerves were giving way at
last. He must decide speedily.
Should he risk taking passage aboard
some liner? Or should he ship before
the mast? But either course seemed
equally hazardous-and at sea the
gyroscope would be useless.
Then it was that the idea came to
him for his last adventure. He would
travel by the electric cable underseas.
Preposterous as the plan seemed,
he had accomplished things almost
equally extravagant. The cable lay
along the bed of the sea. Even un-
| der the tremendous pressure of the
salt water the spinning gyroscope was
not likely to suffer injury, and if he
| and fifty miles an hour he could cross
to Ireland in twenty hours. The gy-
| roscope would run true and straight
as an arrow along that slender rope
beneath the waters. The thought
! fired his imagination. He rented a
tiny shack on the Long Island shore
and set to work on his continuance.
He needed, first, to place the gyro
scope beneath some ovalbodied OF
torpedo-shaped vessel such as would
be capable of darling through the
depths without encountering more
than the minimum of resistance This
vehicle must be enclosed and strong
ly rooted with steel in order to resist
pressure. He must take a supply oil
| oxygen-that was not difficult, since
one could obtain a divers helmet at
tached to storage tank in the dress
supplying oxygen sufficient to main
tain the process of respiration for -four
and twenty hours. And that would
be all! The scheme was amazing In
It's simplicity. He would hire a fish
ing boat, place the machine aboard
sail for Sandy Hook, and there, just
out of sight Of the official watchers
he would grapple for the cable on its
shallow bed, pull it up, afix the gyro
scope, and enter the machine. Their
would come four and twenty hours o.
darkness and solitude, until he
reached the Irish coast, when hi
would shut off the motor, fling off hi:
divers dress and, abandoning the gy
roscope forever, swim 70 the land.
Nothing could stop the accomplish
ment of this his plan. His confidence
revived, and in his pleasure in it, he
felt the joy of life once more grow
strong within his breast
He bought his boat, a leaky fishine
smack whose owner a Long IslanC
Yankee, evidently believed that hi
had done a smart stroke of work il
disposing of his antiquated tub
Haynes loaded her with his machine
He had placed a torpedo-shaped iror
cage over the gyroscope, hammerine
it out from parts of an old boiler
which he had purchased as scraI
iron, and making it absolutely water
tight with a cork lining The roof
which, in spite of its rounded edges
would have to bear enormous pres
sure, he reinforced with layers o.
F., brass. Over this he placed armor
plate, bought at scrap sale at the
Navy Yard, and over this another lay
er of brass plates, the whole so deity
hammered together and interspacel
with cork and asphalted refuse from
the sawmills that he felt confiden
! no drop of water could nenetrate