The Dolores star., 1916-01-28

OF tho ptGmlo9 Dene1In me, ana q mo-
ment later heard the splash OF the
Mediterranean pillows upon the rocky
shore of Monte Carlo.
Straight out to sea I hew. guiding
my course by the new eastern sun, un-
I'll the land was only low line behind
me. And presently even that failed.
Now nothing was visible but the broad
expanse of the ocean. Here and there.
rising and falling Hike . cork upon the
waters, / saw q tiny steamship, no big
ger than q toy boat And even these
disappeared at last, leaving me alone
with the sun and the sea and the
wheeling gulls.
Hour after hour went by. Upon q
favoring wind l sped, ever southwark.
while behind me the busy motor
hummed and sang. Charles! Charles!~
That was its refrain. thought ohio
incredible dangers that had ps "A.
Now the journey was almost ended,
and there was little more to overcome,
swooped lower. until almost
skinned the surface Of the waters, TAX
ing sheer pleasure in the splash OF
the spray and the undulating waves
that rose and fell as far as the eve
could stretch in every direction. As
the sun neared the zenith l changed
my course. little by little, until I flew
Immediately toward II. In the midst
Of my exultation. however, suddenly
an awful thought occurred to me.
What IL l should miss Corsica"
1t sobered me. Heaven help me
then. for 1 should fly straight south
ward until l reached Africa, or fell in
to the sea. And after night a straight
an even comparatively straight, course
would be impossible.
The sun crossed the zenith and
blazed In the west. Now l changed
my course little by little, until the sun
was on my right hand. BY four O'Clock
l should have sighted Corsica: BY six
must reach Scouto. for twilight
would then be approaching. The sun
began perceptibly to decline. 1t was
half way down in the sky. And still
no sight of land!
Another thought now came to mind
for the first time and added to my
fears. What IL Zeuxis should, after all.
refuse to return with me? And, fur
Their. what II the added weight impeded
the acceptance!
But forced these thoughts from me
and strove desperately forward, as
though by sheer effort of mentality /
could add to the speed of the insensats
mechanism. 1t must be four O'Clock.
Another half hour passed-an hour.
The sea was changing from blue to
black; in the northeast heavy thunder.
clouds were looming up. l did not
dare think now. My brain whirled.
the heavens appeared to spin; the sun.
like a fiery Cyclopean eye, drew near
to the horizon. That eye would close;
and then-good night to life and all
my hopes for Charles.
For my own life l cared nothing,
but the thought of what would befall
him was torment 1t sent the blood
coursing furiously through my veins
and my heart hammered like a ham
mer OF doom. Six o'clock!-for the
sun dipped and Its fiery edge touched
the water-line. There, immeasurabIs !,
expanded in apparent size, it hid Itself
behind the murky clouds and seemed
to leer horribly at me on its passage
into the depths Of ocean. / was hope
lessly lost now. could only shape my
course mechanically southwark. But
where was l? l stared out over the
pitch-black waters. stirring restlessly
beneath the rising wind. One hour
more, perhaps a little longer, and
then
My hands ached, my body ached,
and an insurmountable lassitude
weighed down my eyelids Involun-
tarily / closed them for an instant.
Then opening them. cried out With
Joy.
For far in the distance l saw the
finest blur of brown upon the face OF
the sea. 1t was SO far to port that, had
not closed my eyes and SO relieved
them from the strain of gazing over
the sea. should never have seen it.
But as the suns rim dipped under
the sea I coursed over a high and
rock-bound shore toward a white little
town set on a hill. l dropped into the
market square, and from the houses
men came running up, shouting In
some unintelligible speech. When the
machine rested they ventured nea,
and formed a circle round me at a re-
spectful distance, crossing themselves
and staring in amazement
Where am II" l demanded in al
most all that knew Of Italian
One hero strutted toward me. toss
ing back his long cloak, and answered:
"Scouto"
l had flown all along the coast O.
Corsica, to land, by some most fortu
nate coincidence Of fate, at the pre-
else locality of my destination!
He knew me too, and began tremb
than that alone. For, as l stared into
the mans face recognized
But the coincidence was greater
ling at the knees. Then, with a wild
cry he fell face down upon the stones
Small wonder when, deeming himself