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A ROMANCE OF
Copyright, 1909, by the Bobbs
Mr. Craighead had advertised for
people to organize a rapid business
campaign covering the civilized world
to meet him in West Twenty-third
street at the studio of an acquaintance
to whom he had neglected to impart
any knowledge of the tryst with the
specialists. Waddy and Craighead ar
rived somewhat late on account of the
time consumed in adjusting Mr. Craig
head's aura and found a crush of peo
ple entirely alien to the flne arts, filling
the studio and the hall outside. Craig
head's sculptor friend, with a lady
model, escaped the angry mob into the
scaffolding of an equestrian group rep-
HB WENT ABOUT WITH MABVETJOUS SA
resenting an Indian maiden In a stam
pede of buffaloes. The model had been
posing for something—an Indian maid
en perhaps—and had feathers in her
Craighead broke through by imper
sonatmg an officer, shouting "Make
way for the police!" and uppercutting
the crowd with his elbows.
"Hello, De Land!" said he, nodding
to the sculptor. "Most beauteous
princess of the Apaches, how?"
1 "That you. Craig?" called down the
sculptor. "What, not sober? Go after
the police. Turn these people out,
"Friends of mine," said Craighead
j, "I advertised for 'em. Hope you
haven't been incommoded, old man."
"Not at all!" replied the sculptor sar
castically. "But get them out so Miss
Brown and 1 can descend."
Craighead's manner ot disposing of
the crowd commanded Mr. Waddy's
fc sincere respect. He went about with
marvelous rapidity, sending away those
whose nonutility was unquestionable
A and making engagements with others
at "our Wall street office," the name
„g of which made everybody more re
The dinner to which Mr. Craighead
took Mr. De Land, Miss Brown and
Mr. Waddy was the first of a series
which reduced Mr. Waddy to torpor.
$/£- The old gentleman, in his long frock
coat which buttoned to a surtout, his
frowzy face and his evident attach
ment to Mr. Craighead, was remember
I ed in certain ultra bohemian circles
for his surreptitious slinking into the
dimmest corners of cafes and roof gar
dens. He had a dark secret, Mr. Craig
head said, which, he did not explain,
originated in Mr. Waddy's agreement
with the lady in goggles that the whole
situation was improper. He felt obliged
to keep with Craighead because of
a suspicion that the aeronef was a
figment of two Slattery institute im
aginations, and he did not purpose to
5| let any guilty man escape. So he
providently engaged a detective to
4 shadow both himself and Mr. Craig
head, the unremitting presence of
whom in very plain clothes made Mr.
Waddy feel and look guilty and fugi
His second reason for becoming Mr.
Craighead's double was his sense of
duty of preventing that pupil of Dr.
Witherspoon from breaking the vow
of abstinence. So he drank most of
the intoxicants served to Craighead,
somewhat to the injury of his health,
but much to the betterment of his rep
«, utation as a roisterer. Altogether it
a a re I
to get Craighead back
tome, where he installed him as a
J** lodger and boarder, charging him well
for his accommodation and lending
bim the money on his note to pay for
v*glt On arrival he went to bed and
^(turned Craighead over to Mrs. Gray-
AMU, with strict injunctions to tele
the sheriff's office if he was un
accounted for for more than an hour.
tt was a situation with some unique
^aspects. Mr. Craighead began whiling
awfty time with a work on the *Mor-
phOlogy of the Crawfish" and dips into
De Quincey's "Spanish Nun." Look
ing from the library window, he saw
Mrs. Gray bill enter a summer house,
leaving a red hat on the railing out
The "Morphology" grew uninterest
ing. Craighead stepped from the win
dow, went Into the summer house and
started at finding Mrs. Graybill there,
her hair tousled about her head, her
little nose elevated in that comical re
semblance to her father's. "Mr. Wad
dy informs me that the late Mr. Gray
bill was a minister of the gospel," he
"Yes," she replied, "he was."
"And that he has been called," Craig
head went on, "to a better life a year
"Fourteen months," answered Mrs.
"I have been reading," said Craig
head, "a work on the 'Morphology of
the Crawfish.' It holds me enthralled.
The person who fails to glean wisdom
from the crawfish has never tested his
intelligence with a bare toe or studied
Mrs. Graybill looked at Craighead
"Don't pose!" said she. "Don't think
that I want a beautiful lesson in every
thing, if I have been a minister's wife.
Tell me of Mr. De Land and—and Sa
die Brown and the chop suey and—and
that life. Tell me, Mr. Craighead!"
The point here is that there was no
danger of Craighead's running off
while she listened with such breath
less interest to his adventures. He ex
plained his natural transition from the
study of artistic anatomy to surgery
and then through medical jurispru
dence to law, and over all gloomed the
shadow of his wonderful, his poetic,
his epic dissipations. Mrs. Graybill
was shocked, but she asked for all the
horrible tale that he might so relieve
it that nothing would ever, ever induce
him to drink again.
"Only one thing would ever do that,"
said he, "or maybe two. The pangs of
"Which you have never experi
enced?" she asked.
"Never," said he, "as I am now
"And the other shock that might
overturn your self control?"
"The failure of Carson," replied
Craighead. "That would put me down
and out—down and out!"
The relations of Craighead to Mr.
Waddy became more and more strain
ed, for the former could no longer ex
plain satisfactorily the failure of Car
son to appear with his airship. Final
ly as a last resort Mr. Waddy resolved
to take Craighead and Mrs. Graybill
and go to the south to settle the whole
problem. Thus it was that the three
were at Palmetto Beach when Captain
Harrod with the launch passed
through Strong's bayou with Virginia
and Mrs. Stott on the way to the cabin
where the first Carson aeronef was
preparing for its delayed flight north.
Tickets had been bought to Palmetto
Beach on Craighead's statement that
Carson was here.
"Ah!" said Craighead. "How nat
ural'!t all looks! I seem never to have
left these balmy, if somewhat sandy,
shades. Dear old Yupon Hedge inn!"
Mr. Craighead was halted by a liver
"Beg pardon, sir," said he. "This is
a private clubhouse. The inn's over
"Oh, certainly," replied Craighead.
"All cement walks look alike to me."
"The one over at the inn looks like
brick," said Mr. Waddy grimly.
Craighead searched in vain after
their arrival at the inn for Carson.
If Craighead's easy flow of speech
was somewhat impeded by his sense of
the uncertainties, not to say dangers,
of his position, it was worse when he
and Mr. Waddy and the handsome,
sympathetic Mrs. Graybill returned
from the plantation, having elicitod
from the reluctant Chloe the informa
tion that Mr. Theodore, his machine,
his niece and his niece's companion
were at Harrod's camp on the beach.
Which was "off thatterway." They
jist went down the river, through a
canal, across some land, and then they
were thar. She didn't know about no
aeronef, but Mr. Theodo' was a-pro
-jickin' around with some flyin' ma
chine. She recokoned the canal at Pal
metto Beach was the one, but she
didn't know. This information, Mr.
Craighead declared, made everything
clear, but on returning to the inn Mr.
Waddy hired a local officer to guard
Mr. Craighead's room and began tak
ing thought of having a warrant is
sued against him for something—Mr.
Waddy was not quite clear for what
Craighead was trapped, lost, betray
ed. He sat in his room chewing a
cigar and calculating the distance to
the ground. It looked feasible to get
down a pillar of the veranda and into
the woods. Carson was an impostor,
they were guilty of fraud, there was
no aeronef, and the Air Products com
pany would collapse at Mr. Waddy's
defection. ,, .,
His telephone rang. Was his good
angel Mrs. Graybill on the wire? She
"You know who this is?"
"Know these tones?" he gushed.
"Why, were I in deepest hades through
geological depths of burning marl and
lignite and other carboniferous depos
its I'd know them! JWhat is it, fair
"Oh, nothing! Only I have just
learned at the postoflBce that Mr. Car
son is back a few miles, through a la
goon, and the man will get us a guide
with a boat to take us through those
narrows in the morning. Is that all
rightrf^ri 3£ jg.
"You are— My God, Caroline, you,
have saved me from yon know not
what! shall love yon, love yon, love
And the telephone was hung up.
'They went through the canal In
great style. They skimmed the black
waters of Freshwater lake and landed
at the shelly hummock. While the
boatman searched for the path to the
gulf beach they sat on the shell
mound, fascinated by the strange land
scape. The expanse of black pools
and reedy marshes between them and
the line of surf, which they could hear
roaring beyond the dunes, was dotted
with clumps of tall pines and splotch
ed with scrub oak thickets.cff 1KS I
"Those pines," said Mrs'. Graybill,
"are like palms. Why, what's that?"
exclaimed Mrs. Graybill.
Rising from beyond the dunes, as if
from the sea, there soared a great
something which moved like a bird.
It swelled like a magic ship as it
neared them, sailing low and dominat
ing the sky like a cloud. It came with
the most amazing speed, like an eagle
in midswoop, so swift, so light, so
facile that all impression of weight
was abolished, and the huge thing
filled the mind with the notion of levi
ty—like a humming bird.
"Oh, of course," said Craighead, his
hands trembling, his face white, "this
man Carson Is a fraud! Oh, yes, we
knew it all the time! But you see
that his aeronef has gone through the
empty form of eventuating, all the
same. Flying like a frigate bird!
Shayne, charge! Roll over, Silber
berg, and don't dare move till I say
so! Oh, this is rotten—rotten! I've
got to kiss some one! Hurray!"
Mrs. Graybill was running along the
path after the guide, Mr. Waddy puff
ing along behind, hopelessly unplaced.
"Did you see Carson?" said Craig
head. "And there was a girl with
Emerging from the dunes, they saw
the airship skimming off along the line
of beach foam. Down the beach stood
Mrs. Stott and Captain Harrod, look
ing after the airship In amazement
and delight. Then, turning like a
frightened heron, she swept seaward
and came down the wind like an ar
row, Virginia waving an American
flag over the rail and Theodore swing
ing his hat.
Suddenly as she passed them with a
maneuver so astounding for aerial
craft that they could scarcely believe
their eyes she stopped. The sharp
whir of the beating wing sections told
of the sudden reversal of their stroke
and of the unprecedented phenomenon
of the almost Instant arrest of such a
machine in midair. It was an unnec
essary strain, thought the captain.
He saw the reason, however, a mo
ment later. A black slimy nose—the
nose of the Stickleback—poked itself
above water right ahead of the Vir
ginia. A boat that looked stove and
sinking drew away from her, with a
struggling, gesticulating figure in it
waving a signal of distress. The slimy
nose sank, and the apparent castaway
was left as if to perish unless rescued
by the Virginia.
Accepting the humane task, lower,
lower, lower sank the aeronef, until
its car appeared almost to touch the
waves. The man in distress seemed
to throw something like a lasso over
the nacelle of the airship, and the
great bird rose slightly, as if to be
safe from the billows. The Stickle
back again peeped above the waves,
her manhole opened, and the castaway
of the stove boat went down into the
It was absolutely beyond the power
of any one looking on to guess what
was taking place. Why had the man
made the signals for help if the sub
marine was standing by? If the com
ing of the submarine to his rescue was
unexpected, why had he not cast oft
the line from the aeronef? Why— And
suddenly they all felt that something
sinister, something devilish, was tak
ing place. They heard a shout from
Theodore, a scream from Virginia.
The submarine had come awash again,
and from her open manhole came the
crack of a pistol—a pistol aimed at
the airship. Then she sank agam, and
the airship was drawn downward by
the line. Struggling toward land,
hanging by the fatal thread, like a
trapped bird, she strained at her teth
er, while the grim submarine, like a
devilfish which had thrown a tentacle
about a waterfowl, made seaward, out
into the gulf, out into deep water, with
a purpose as manifest as it was dead
DEVILFISH VERSUS BIRD.
N the aeronef was run out
her ways by the long
shed in which she had been
built there was a flutter of
expectancy among those so deeply con
cerned in her flight.
"The first mate always sails with the
ship, uncle," Virginia suggested.
"Would you really go on the trial
trip?" he asked.
"Try me," said she. "I want to.""
"You'd be worth a dozen of Captain
Harrods," replied Carson. "He hasn't
the faintest idea of the principles of
the Virginia, while you could fly her in
"I could now," asserted Virginia.
"The Virginia is a simple, manageable
little thing, like her namesake."
"If she shows all her namesake's
sweet traits"— began Theodore. £$$$
/'Then I'm to go?" ',4*^1? ^fiAf
"Captain," cried Theodore, "here's a
girl that wants to ship as first mate!
Make sail, captain. We're going."
^J»But Virginia seated herself beside
Theodore, wearing a dress of soft
white wool, a close fitting little cap on
-her head and carrying a jacket over
"Now,—shall I keep the manometer
readings? Oh, you haven't any! Well,
then, the altimeter statoscope?" she
"If self x«glsterutg," said Ttfebfore.
"Really there's nothing to do except In
"And there'll be no emergencies!"
she criedg"Throw in the clutch, ad
miral of the circumambient inane!
You do the work, and I'll play lady!
"Are you willing," said~he, turning
to her, "to forgive me for this and ev
erything I may ever have done, what
ever happens?" *%t-£*
"Whatever happenlHfr'* doesn't hap
pen, I forgive you!" she cried. "Throw
In the clutch before the gyroscopes
stop and the Virginia gets brain fag—
or shall I ngy
"Just for luck," said Theodore, "you
throw it in."
She threw over the lever, and the
wing sections started like 40,000 boys'
"buzzes." The big bird rose perpen
dicularly from the ways and fanned
the ground no more. Theodore turned
on a little more speed, put the rudders
aport to bring her head to the light
seaward wind, and as she mounted
higher and higher he tried her con
trol. He pushed over the lever that
determined the thrust of the driving
blades, and she shot in over the dunes
like a wild thing until he headed her
backs for the gulf. Well inside the bar,
so that an overturn might not mean a
drowning, he circled about in a wide
curve, which he gradually narrowed
by a more extreme use of the helm un
til she was spinning round and
round in an orbit, in which the tips
of the inner wings were almost sta
tionary and "treading" air like a paus
"That tests out the balancing de
vice!" shouted Theodore.- "How's
"Aye, aye, sir!" said Virginia. "That
do sure test out the balancing device.
And if you let her chase her tail like
this much longer I'm going to be in
disposed. Please whirl her the other
way awhile, unkie."
Virginia walked forward. They
were flying higher now, and she could
see the pine woods far inland, with
their square patches of plowed fields,
their white houses behind the great
green globes of the china trees. Far
over the northwest 'soared a great
aeronat, silver white, as if covered
with tin foil.
"I wonder if that isn't the Roc?"
"If it is," said he, "and she comes
about this place we'll show her what
real aviation is."
Then they swept over and down the
coast. They turned back and swirled
out over the sea.
"Oh, look, look!" suddenly said Vir
ginia. "There's some one in the wa
Below floated the half collapsed and
sinking go-devil of a submarine Be
side it lay a great blotch of darkness
so symmetrical that Theodore was im
pressed with the sudden idea that it
was a submarine rather than a patch
of dark sand. A man on the derelict
was struggling, shouting and waving a
white cloth as if in distress. Theo
dore's eyes flashed. He reversed the
thrust of the wing propellers, and in
an instant they were fighting the air
with all the power of the mighty en
gines. The passengers felt their bod
ies sway forward with the momen
tum as the Virginia slowed up, halted
and moved astern, and as accurately
as if he had had years of practice
Carson brought her to over the strug
gling man and lowered her slowly,
slowly, toward the swells which rose
to meet her until the line thrown over
by Carson dabbled in the water by
the castaway's side.
"Can you climb up?" cried Theodore.
"I don't dare come much lower."
"For God's sake," called the man,
"bring her down a foot or so! I'm too
weak to climb."
"Cheer up!" called Theodore. "It's
risky, but I'll try."
If he was to be saved there was no
time to be lost. So thought Carson as
he depressed the Virginia more and
more. Wizner set his teeth in a fierce
determination to put both man and
ship out of the field at once. He was
the sole custodian of the secret of her
construction save for Carson. If he
could drown her and master the se
cret of the glass globe he could re
build her, make his terms with
Shayne, be the greatest in his line.
And he seized the nacelle with fierce
energy, threaded a steel chain through
an opening in the structure and drop
ped back into the water, holding the
chain his hand. It ran around the
aluminium beam with a sharp, rasp
ing, startling rattle.
"He's fallen in!" cried Virginia,
Theodore looked over the- side. A
small double chain ran down from the
airship, its ends moving about in a
most mystifying manner in the sea.
And as he looked in astonishment the
dark blotch of sand rose to the sur
face and defined itself as the rounded
top of the Stickleback, on the black
hull' of which sat Wizner blowmg
brine from his mouth, his head shin
ing with water. The manhole opened,
Wizner snapped the chain into a ring,
slipped ID to the -submarine and reap
peared with something small and flat
in his hand.
"I'll fix you, you whelp!" he
yelled. "Take that!"
He aimed at Carson, fired, and the
bullet sang away into the sky. Theo
dore seized Virginia in his arms and
drew her down into the bottom of the
car, where they lay panting in each
other's arms, panic stricken. fST
"I must put the ship out of range!"
cried Carson, leaping to the lever.
She rose like a feather for just a
moment, and then she swung about
like a kite with its string fouled, an
chored by some devilish contrivance.
Carson stepped to the side again and
looked over. The Virginia hung some
thirty yards above the water, and
straining backward and downward ran
the steel chain looped through her
works and fastened by both ends to
the submarine. The harsh, raucous
HE ATMTJTO AT CARSON, FIRED AND THE
BULLET SANG AWAYt INTO THE SKY.
laugh of Wizner rose with horrid sig
nificance from the Stickleback's man
hole, which was again above water
"Don't be in a hurry!" he shouted.
"Stick around with us awhile. We're
going out where it's deep. Come in
the water's fine! Got your bathing
suits? When she draws short tele
phone down. Don't yell, for there
won't no one hear you. There won't
no one hear either of you again in this
world except just you two. By-by!
See you in Davy Jones'—d—n you!"
And with this, as if pulled down
from below, the man vanished into the
dark interior, the manhole closed, and
the chain, like a line taken by some
titanic fish, started out to sea. The
airship had been captured by the sub
marine! The mechanical devilfish was
not running very deep her round deck
rose awash sometimes, but with the
manholes closed, and with no sign save
the erection of her periscope that she
was more than an inert mass of steel
she swam on.
Still seated where Theodore had
placed her, Virginia looked at him in
questioning terror. He was white and
horrified. At this moment he was de
pressing her in her flight so as to get
all possible slack in the chain, so that
by a sudden upward rush he might
break the tether. Once, twice, thrice
he did this, but the chain held.
"What is it, Theodore? What is it?"
"I don't know," said he, "but I think
it's the end!"
Carson was not looking at her. He
was looking upward, like a man seek
ing for some sort of inspiration. She
stood looking out over the great deso
late sea and back to the receding shore,
on which she saw a group of forms—
the forms of their friends. Nothing
could seem more helpless. They were
chained to their fate—a dark fiend of
a machine that was taking them out
to sea, to deeps profound enough to
drown them—it might be an hour it
might be the next moment.
Carson stood over her with a pistol
in his hand.
"Virginia, can you shoot?" he asked.
She took the pistol and nodded af
"I shall have to ask you to protect
me," said he, "while I try to cut that
chain. They can see with their peri
scope what I'm doing, and when it is
necessary they will come up into the
open and fire. By pulling out to sea I
can get her at an angle that will force
them into the open to shoot. When
the manhole opens shoot into it. If
you should hit one of them don't let it
"I shall kill one of them if I can,"
said she. "Never mind that! Tell me
the things to do!"
"I shall take the pliers and a file,"
said he. "I don't think the pliers will
cut it. I may be too weak to climb
back. I don't know that I can do it
anyhow. You must take us back to
land if I cut her free."
"Never fear. I know every lever."
"There's another thing," said he.
"We came out with only a little gas.
If we go much farther we haven't
enough to get ashore with. I think I
could soar her in with the aeroplane
set of the blades. I think we had bet
ter fly low going back and not waste
fuel. Keep her gliding about a hun
dred feet from the water, but if you
want the aeroplane set this is the way
to fix it."
With a swift movement he showed
her the way to manage the mechan
ism. He lashed a pair of pliers about
his neck with a lanyard, thrust a cou
ple of files into his pockets, took off
his boots, his coat and waistcoat and
stepped to the side.
"You may get ashore,"' said he,
"while I may not. If so goodby, and
God bless you, dearest!"
She threw her arms about his neck
and kissed him over and over again.
He felt her warm tears on his lips.
"Don't cry!" said he. "Clear your
eyes and shoot straight. Goodby!"
She stepped to the rail and looked
fixedly at the black shadow like a gi
gantic fish that represented the sub
marine. Carson had disappeared over
the side in a terrifying hand under
hand descent until he reached the
trusswork of the nacelle. The black
shadow grew more distinct, the round
deck broke water, and as the manhole
opened Wizner appeared and aimed
at Carson coolly as at a target Too
hastily Virginia fired. The bullet
struck the edge of the deck with a
•mfmi^l uimwinim iiflnraii. .ill, gag
vicious spat. Wizner's pistol spoke
Ms bullet, striking metal, flew singing
away, and the girl replied with the
third shot of this strange duel. She
braced herself against the rail, aimed
conscientiously at the middle of the
mark i' ^nted by the villain below
and fired—hred with the curious certi
tude the marksman feels when he is
making a good shot. Wizner had just
lifted his arm to fire again, but his
hand fell as if struck down by a
giant's blow. He dropped back into
the darkness like a shot woodchuck,
the manhole closed, and the submarine
went on toward deep water as grimly
"Good!" said Theodore,
the manhole just the same. I shall
have to file^ the chain. The pliers
Suddenly she heard Carson calling.
"They've hove to," said he. "I think"
they're going to try drowning us here.
Don't lose control of yourself. Re
member this is a fight, and we aren't
whipped yet. Do you hear?"
"Yes," said she. "But it's so awful—
so awful! If you were only up here
where you could— Tell me what to
do! Tell me what to do!"
"Do you see how the chain short
ens?" asked Carson. "She's going
down. If the water's deep enough she
can drown us unless we can overcomes
her gravity. Turn the index so as to
show a dead down thrust of the blades
and then full power on the last speed.
It will take fuel, but it's the only way.
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chewan and Alberta.
Free homestead and pre-emp
tion areas, as well as lands held
by railwav and land companies, will
provide homes for millions.
Adaptable soil, healthful cli
mate, splendid schools and
churches, and good railways.
For settlers' rates, descriptive
literature ".Last Best West," how
to reach the country and ether par
ticulars, write to Sup of Immi
gration, Ottawa, Canada, or to the
Canadian Government Assent.
315 Jackson St..
St Paul, Minn.
it is the best medicine ever sold
over a druggist's counter.
Shall We Tan Your Side?
The average Stock Kaiser hardly refill
zes the value of cow, steer and horse hides
when converted into fur coats, robes and
rugs. Get the new illustrated catalog of
the Crosby Frisian Fur Co., -Rochester, N,
Y. It will be a revelation to you. And
"Crosby pays the freight.'
Real Estate For Sale or Rent.
Lot 4, block 75, N NewUlm, must be
sold within 30 days and will be sold
FOR SALE—Lot 2, Block 156, North.
FOR SALE—Lot 6, Block 206, North.
FOR SALE—Lot 6, Block 15, South.
FOR SALE—Lot 14, Block 57, South.
FOR SALE—Lot 1, Block 119, Soulh.
FOR SALE—Outlot N. 138.
FOR SALE—Lots 5 and 6, Block 31
North, New Uha, with dwelling
house, very cheap.
Inquire of ALBERT STETNHATJSBR.