Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1916-04-27

Illuminated missal, or like some
strange mosaic. ~marvelously minute.
Lanyard could see the dial of the
compass, fixed to a strut on the pilots
left. BY that telltale their course Law
nearly due northeast. Already the
Weltering roofs of Paris were in sight
to the right, the Eiffel tower SOARING
from them like a fairy pillar of fine
gold lace-work, the Seine looping the
cluttered acres like a sleek brown
snake.
Versailles broke the horizon to port
and slipped astern. Paris closed up,
telescoped its panorama, became q
mere blur, a smoky smudge.
But 1t was long before the distance
eclipsed that admonitory finger of the
Eiffel.
Vauquelin manipulating the levers,
the plane tilted its nose and swan
higher and yet higher. The sons of
the motor dropped an octave to a rich.
er tone. The speed was sensibly in
creased.
Lanyard contemplated with untem-
pered wonder the fact of his equanim-
ity-there seemed nothing at all
strange in this extraordinary expert
ence; he was by nc excited, re-
manned merely deeply interested. And
he could detect in his physical sensa-
tons no trace of that qualmish dread
he had always associated with high
places-the ems he now experienced
of security, Of solidity, ever afterward
remained wholly unaccountable in his
understanding.
or a sudden, surprised by a touch on
his arm, he turned to meet through the
mica windows of the wind-mask the
eyes of the aviator, informed with an
expression of importunate doubt, quite
illegible. Assaulted by sickening fear
lest something was going wrong with
the machine, Lanyard shook his head
to indicate want of comprehension.
Then, with an impatient gesture, the
aviator pointed downward.
Approaching the fact that speech
was impossible, Lanyard clutched the
struts and bent forward. But the pace
was now 10 fast and their elevation
so great that the landscape swimming
beneath his vision was no more than a
brownish plain fugitively maculated
with blots of contrasting color.
He looked up blankly, but only to
be treated to the same gesture.
Piqued, he concentrated attention
more closely upon the fiat, streaming
landscape. And suddenly he recog-
nized something oddly familiar in the
bend Of the Seine that was approach.
ing.
"St.-Germain-en-Laye! he exclaimed
with a. start Of alarm.
This was the danger point.
And over there" he reminded him
self-"to the left--that wide field with
a queer white thing In the middle that
looks like a winged grub-that must
be De Morbihan's aerodome and his
Valkyr monoplane! Are they bringing
1t out? Is that what Vauquelin means?
And If so-what Of it? / don't see.n
A sudden doubt and wonder chilled
the adventurer.
Temporarily, Vauquelin returned en-.
tire attention to the management II
the biplane. The wind was now blow.
ing more fitfully. creating pockets
those "holes In the cir" so dreaded bv
cloud-pilots-and in quest of a more
constant resistance the aviator was
swinging his craft In a wide northerlv
curve, climbing ever higher and more
high.
The earth soon lost all semblance Of
design; even the twisted silver wire Of
the Seine vanished far on the left; re.
NAMED only the effect Of firm
sion In that high, blue vault. OF a con
tinuous flow OF iced water on the face.
together with the tuneless chant Of the
motor.
After ONE forty minutes more OF
this-it may have been an hour. for
time was then an incalculable thing
Lanyard, in a mood OF abnormal sensi-
tiveness, began to divine some little
disquiet in the mind Of the aviator,
and stared until he caught his eye.