The Madison journal. (Tallulah, Madison Parish, La.) 1888-current, 1917-06-23

distant. If doubt existed in her mind
as to the identity of it's pilot, were he
friend or enemy, 1t was soon erased
by his hail.
"Patria! Quick-swim off to me"
The pilots pistol ratified again.
Donald's voice! Patria was no more
afraid; and water was as her native
element. Without hesitation she Owed
and struck off toward the plane.
Little more than q minute later Parr
was helping her to climb up on one
of the pontoOns, then to seat beside
his own, while bullets continued to
sing richochetted over the waters and
tear through the covering of the planes.
She was no more than settled in her
place when Parr began to manipulate
the controls and the seaplane skinned
the surface of the harbOr in a long,
graceful curve, then began to rise.
Back on the island. standing beside
the biplane, Captain Hakuseki wit
messed the successful evasion in rage
that ruffled even his racial placidity.
In his understanding the affair was
intolerable; though he persisted en-
deavoring to prevent it, this escape
must not be permitted.
Summoning assistants. he turned TO-
ward the biplane-and paused as his
foot struck what one swift down glance
identified as the tin of nitrOglycerin.
Inspired by this accident, he picked
up the tin, crammed it into side
pocket of his khaki coat. and clambered
to the pilots seat. Provided he might
maneuver his aircraft above the other,
he would need only to drop this dead
lly bomb; and there would be nothing
left of the fugitives.
His aids started the motor. With a
roar the propellers began to revolve.
Hakuseki grasped the controls. The
machine shot off down the beach and
, took the air at the waters edge.
, The seaplane, seeking a high level,
, was rising in a wide spiral. As yet
it was not high, and the japanese
| plane was the better at climbing
Within a space of time incredibly brief
. the two were lowering on an approx
Y mate level, high above the island.
One shot might serve his end. The
: temptation was too strong to be resist
q ed. Hakuseki drew his pistol, ant
( opened fire.
In PARIS machine, Patria Charming
e took the weapon proffered by her res
= cuer and. leaving him free to attend
h to his duties as pilot, drew hersel
|, back at length upon the plane and re
> turned the fire of the Japanese.
Hakuseki was conscious of some
n thing like the impact of fist between
d his eyes. Blindness followed, witt
J. agonizing pain. He crumpled in hi
seat, lurching forward against the con
e trolls. His last conscious thought WA
$ one of terror; the biplane was falling
(. the tin of explosive remained in hi
!" pocket; when he came to earth Ii
If would be utterly annihilated. Uncor
I. seriousness mercifully ensued.
IS Nose down, the biplane Owed Ill;
1t plummet; but the body of Haku
ID seki, thrown from its place. distance
lie the machine. The summit Of the grea
s. dune that housed the store of eXpl,
u sives received the full impact of il
fall. An instantaneous explosion 81;
IS nailed the determination of Hakusek
n Barely breath later the dune Opene
G. up like the crater of q volcano, belcl
az ing smoke and flame to the skies. ID
is tonation followed defamation mol
swiftly than Keeling senses could rec
lie on. The little island, rocked, dist
It. tegrating. The sea, rose shouting an
ne overwhelmed it. Clouds of steam o
ly scured the debacle.
m When the sloOp in which Bare
Sc HurOki had embarked arrived on Il
er scene, a CHASTITY weller of wrecka,
ly churning in the wash was all that vi
left of Limbo.
n (END OF FIFTH EPISODE.)