Bisbee daily review., 1916-10-01


 membered as he snatched out hts watch, could get him to the Central Tower building in time.
 His next thought, however, took him tearing down the village street like a madman. For the name of "Cedarton" had brought into hs mind yet another name. the name of Bobby Evart." And Bobby Evart, who had his workshop and hangar on the southerly outskirts of that village. had been the first O. the Racquet club members to forsake automobiles for aviation, and ste-tle Long island by his early morning hydroplane maneuvers over suburban golf courses and country homes. He had been the first civilian volunteer for the federal air scouts and at San Diego had twice broken his own alt tude record established at Pensacola and vas now immured in the mysteri- ous task of fashioning a stabilizer for monoplanes, a stabiliZer, Manley re- membered. which was receiving sym pathetic attention from certain navy officials in Washington.
 Instead of finding this same in trepid Bobby boring over blue prints of stabilizer parts. however, the breath less Manley found his old-time friend in a rattan club chair tranquilly play ing chess with his maiden aunt. In two minutes the breathless newcomer had explained to the somewhat as ed young chess player a situation which brought a brighter light into the latter's boyish eyes.
 'The point is." cried Manley. 'could you get me there. Could you make landing at night?'
 They were already on their feet again. running for the hangar.
 Yes, can get you there, But what nave We got to make landing on?"
 "The main building of the Central tower stops at the eighteenth story That gives us a fiat roof of several hundred yards. Could you make it on that?"
 Not unless it was lghted." ex plained Evart. shouting for his mechanician as he rounded the gloomy corner of the hangar itself.
 But it is lighted Manley told him. Tt gets the light from the tower itself. and the whole cornice line is strung with electrics, the same as the Singer building!"
 Evart's finger, touching a button. threw a white flood across the vaulted roof of the building A touch on an other button sent the great doors swinging open. Manley looked at his watch. Then he shook his head.
 Its too late.' he proclaimed. But Evart and his mechanician were all ready at work on the wide-wingeo monstrosity nestled under its metal roof like a pterodactyl in cave.
 Get aboard commanded Evart. We're going to try for it anyway! He turned to his helper. Hey, Brown, throw my friend up that fur coat ot yours"
 But what speed can you get out Of this machine?" asked Manley as he clambered aboard the chassis and struggled with his seat-straps.
 Evart, who had been stooping over his engines, looked up.
 q got one hundred and four an hour out of her this morning. he on-hand- edly announced. But I think l can push her up to one hundred and ten.
 Manley's heart beat faster.
 "Then there's a cnance!' he cried. "A fighting chance
 A sudden sense of chill caused Man ley to clutch for the fur coat thrown in at his feet. and struggle into 1t. As he did so the earth seemed sud denly to fall away from him. Villages became spangled checker-boards ot lights. Highways became winding strings of pearls.
 Manley forgot the cnilliness striking into his bones. He forgot Margery Golden and Legar. He forgot the ori- gin of his mission that brought him winging through the midnight heav- ems. He forgot the fact of his own punv existence and the trivial ends to WHICH U Hdu DCcI bANCh ONcA- - these he forgot, completely and utter ". until Evart, sweeping out along Inc twinkling shore lights of South Brooklyn. circled north again where the brazen figure of Liberty guarded the upper bay. and dropped lower along that tapering point of gloom where Battery park nosed like ships brow into the tides of the Atlantic. They were still blaming down gently like a settling sea bird. with the tilted planes veering a little westward 10 es- cape the beetling skyscrapers along the canyon of lower Broadway.
 Manley thought. for a moment. that Evart had misiudged his position, Then he felt sure that Evart had also misjudged his height. that his stabil- izing fin was already too low to clear the flat roof that abutted the light strewn tower itself.
 But Evart. obviously. knew what he was about. For he took that ob- long of flat gloom outlined in electrics with a gentle upward undulation like the upward swoop of a bluebird alight- ing on a maple tree. Into that artful upward swoop was absorbed much Of