The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1922-07-06

here at the Springs, you've told me
more about myself than the doctors in
six diagnoses could. 1t was worth the
twenty-five hundred, Miss Meyer, Just
TOTO have you come here. The min
ute I'm out in the night air like now.
right away in my left thigh get such
a twinge that"
Gould it be his valves are hinder
ing his flight, Minna? Could it,"
81 don't know, Della. You're getting
me all worked up, too. Chills and
fever in my legs-limbs, all at once"
"Now, now, Miss Minna, just don't
you let our little fire-cracker, Miss
Della, get you all worked up"
Right this minute I'm in a terrible
chill, Mr.. CAM, please excuse how I'm
trembling l wonder, Della, Tiff
anything's wrong Oh-oh!"
81 tell you, Kessler," said Mr..
CAM, leaning across the dim SILVER
ing silhouette of Miss Meyer, you
got a daughter that is born to be a
general in the army. Some girls are
born to run people and to run homes
and some to be generals in armies.
She's a general l tell you. Just look
how she got the whole hotel of us
out here in the night air where we
don't belong"
How she engineered it all, though!
Eli, CAM? Fifteen thousand dollars
she raised like it was fifteen cents.
Over, night she makes a rich man out
of a poor boy. Like Tom Riley says
himself, Napoleon couldn't do so well.
My little girl she's a good one, Ell,
CAM? Better as her old papa"
"A general in the army, l tell you,
Kessler."
With her full back turned to the
patter of conversation and Oblivious
to it, Miss Kessler swayed suddenly
farther from the group.
Look, papa, there's new batch of
people coming in from the station.
There's fourteen thousand here to-
night, if there's a soul, not counting
the Louisville Tech. school. Fourteen
thousand, if there's a soul"
"Oh, my poor hands, how cold!
w neIleN vi my blOlHCI lllSS, II just
ike al my circulation had slowed
down. Needle prick in my arms and
-"
Needle pricks, did you say, Miss
Meyer? Right this minute my left
side feels like a tea kettle singing.
1t amt the circulation worries me,
Miss Minna, only the doctor says
-"
"Well, let me tell you, Mr. CAM,
that poor circulation should worry
you. Any book on health hints will
tell you that poor circulation is first
cousin to paralysis"
Papa! Minna. Mommy! Look,
they're pulling out the machine. See!"
The roped-Off crowd swayed sud-
denly forward, scattering calculations.
rs that it? Is that him? Is that
he? Raugh Raugh Cut it OUT That
amt him. There he is Raugh!"
Miss Kessler's hand reached out to
close tightly over her parents.
"Oh, Pa that's Arch. See The
tall thin fellow pulling down his cap"
"YeS, that's brother. See, Mr.. GAM.
That's him. Oh, my poor hands"
Poor little hands!'
They're strapping him in"
IT'S the fireworks I'm afraid Of.
Suppose it should catch! He's never
used them in trial flights. Oh my
poor hands!'
Into the flare of three arc-lights, a
huge winged skeleton ran forward on
wheels, pushed by three lunging at
tendants, head first. Then she stood
with her beetle-like wings flung wide
and the inners of her drumming to
be off.
"Oh, my brother! Oh-h-h!"
"Now, now, Miss Minna"
II tell you, Mr.. CAM, I'D rather
we had to live in a tenement all our
lives than to see him risk his life like
that. What's fifteen dollar
purse, lift he don't win it and gets
killed trying to do the double loop
four times? A helpless girl like me
that's never been strong"
Now, now, Miss NIinna!"
II never wanted him to fly, Mrs.
CAM. Let the other boys take the
risks, Arch l always said, but"
Il guess you're a little like me, Miss
Minna. AS l tell Miss Della, where
my two feet belong is right on the
ground where the Almighty put EN-"
That's me every time, Mr.. CAM,
just so it amt damp"
He leaned forward, talking beneath
the din of the crowd and through the
wool muffler directly into the con.
cealed ear of Miss Meyer.
Funny how-how we like the same
things, amt it, Miss Meyer?"
"Y-yees-ain't it,"
'NOw, for instance, take me. IL
always say, Miss Meyer, let the high
lliers do all the high flying they want
but my idea of real living, Miss Min
ma, my-my idea of real living isis
~
Eyes, Mr.. Ganz|
rs "a little elegantly furnished,
steam-heated nest for two, Miss Mey-
er, on the south side of Chicago with