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About The Alliance herald. (Alliance, Box Butte County, Neb.) 1902-1922 | View Entire Issue (May 30, 1922)
THF, AT T T ATT' Tf"t? AT r Ti'v;nv mav?1 moo rouR I :j """i"uiiiiiaj ij : A Birdie 1 1 : in the 1 i : House i FANNIE i j 3 HURST 8 : : niinffffnm.t ' I js Oorrtfev Ui. Tk WkMlar ;dimm. (Continued from last week) Ton'r right restless down here at ittie Springs, aren't you, Miss Delia?" "Restless! Well, rather I Me down liere In the AU'meitary Canal tone, When It'a Aero week and the Motor Cup races at home!" "To think of a little Cutey like you ticlug so crazy over airships. Aren't you afraid, Miss Lt-Ilu. to " "Afraid! Why. I've tuken two Clghts alreudy. I was among those prenent In Revlllon's fumous plane the time he curried a passenger at the Chicago meet. I went up with Arch Weyer the first time he tried out hla old monoplane. 1 " "Just full of pep. ain't you I" "Why, there'a not un airman ever dropped In at the oihVe while I was Bleiioging that I didn't invite myself tip with. Afraid! Gee, I can taste a flight now. (.'loud In my mouth and rain hefore it'a rain, in my face! A feeling like all of u sudden my feet re cut free from asphalt and the "world bus slid out from under me. L'p-up-up ! With tli's w arty old planet dropping away like n pebble off n cliff. Scooting on wlnH through the middle of a million jours! That's the way It feels to you. Mr. Ganz, to go flying through vpne. If your rui'.der ts vertical and the air gusty let the pluiica alone.'' "Well. If If you ain't Just full of lilgh Jinks. 1 tell you a fellow like no, Who let himself get close u;i to forty with Ida nose and eyes to the grind stone, sometimes Just keeps them there from hnllt unless something l.ke you couifi along to wake him up." "You selfniude men. Mr. Cuius, ure sometimes like home-made Hying ma chines. After you got wings, you don't know how to use 'em." ; -lou tet I've neen steeping, miss Dells, but I'm awake now and and you woke me." "Flying, Mr. Oanz, Is like any other principle where" "Now Juat don't you begin to get Wight sway from the subject of you and me like you did last night, Miss (Delia, hen you wouldn't let me say jwhat I've got In my heart to.'' ; "It's you who changed the subject. oar. Cans. W e were talking about air kdanes and I was trying to tell you ftat we were standing on the edge of be sir age. We've finished with the ptone age and the Iron age and all jtLe other agea and now we are ready Ifor the " "But, Miss Pells, what I got In my 3eart to tell you la more Important ' "There are no limits to the airplane,, isar. ejaoz, mats wnat makes It the greatest of all Inventions. Mountains, (cas, valleys and rivers won't be any aore of an obstacle to men hereafter (than a relief map Is to you, If you ave your hund over It." Iut " "1 worked In an aero office for six jnonths. Mr. Ganz. I've beard thetn talk first-hand and seen what the boys twltf the Ideas and the nerve are do ing. Why, I know a boy right this (minute who Is putting the finishing touches to a biplane out in his buck Abed that not only Is going to do the (fanciest flying this world has ever ifteeu, but If ever he can get It before he public, Is going to give the gov mn irt the thrill of its life In nation 1 defense. I know another fellow, jtoo, Ed Wuller of Dayton, la " "Man wasn't made for flying. Miss iDella, or the Almighty would have 'fjlven him wings, Just like he wusa't itnade for water or he d have fins." i "And be wasn't made for roller Skating or the Almighty would have iglven him eastern, U thut your ldcu Jtfr. Canz?" "Where I'd like to see you, Miss Del la. Is lu a little nest right down here close to earth in a little elegantly fur bished, steam-heat and Janitor-service Jfial-for-two en the south side of Chi ftago "You're like mommy and pnpa, you iliaven't the vlslou of an owl in the un. That's what's the matter with all f you. All your noses are worn off at ithe end from the grindstone. You've i&ever dreamed a dream. You've never eat In an airplane and felt It give that Jittle pulling lift that clears the (ground, aud suddenly felt yourself kklmudng up past the swallows to the ky. Obi Oh! Oh!" "But, Miss Delia, I know a young sxan got consumption from such high air as that. He: " "It's the boys with the dreams and the imagination and the fifth, dlmen klon In thinking, Mr. Clans, not the grindstouers, who have given the world the Jolts and modern convent ences. Take BJorn BJorstedt, the first tnan to volplane In the great exhibit Bights at Circa t Neck. There's a fel low whe slept on purk benches and U trust door to door, so be could nut very cent lu penciling mat engine f Mm. 'lake Arch Mi)er, the fellow I whs telling you about. That hoy could make easy money In any Minims lie made up his mind to, hut what does he do, give up his dream? He U-9 not. He's going to demonstrate by fancy flying aud double-looping the oop four times his first exhibit, that his heavy machine Is the most prac tical " Hut to get back, little Cutey, to that nest for two. Don't think, Miss Delia, this pain In my left side Is sciatica. It's Just like, Miss Delia, you had taken a little arrow and stabbed me right through the heart." mint i was trjing to snow you, Mr. Clans, Is that you're wrong about flying. If you were to get yourself Interested In the greatest Invention of all time and put up a purse now and then for fancy flying, to help long the boys who are grinning back at death aud making the history of the airplane, you'd get so wrapped up In the vitals that make a heavlor-than- alr-machine fly, and that maybe you'd forget your own vitals, Mr. Game. Just try to Imagine yourself flying at night, Mr. Ganz, with the air like Ink around you, and " "The night air Is bad for me, Miss Delia, my Joints " Night air!" cried Miss iHlla, thrusting her fuce forward as If she would drink In aerial champagne. Why. the duy they shut In my slce- lng porch at home and I've got to stop smelling the stars all night, then let me die, say I, let me.die!" "There was a time, Miss Delia, I was Just like you, nothing could get the best of me. There's nothing the matter with me now. Miss Delia, ex cept all that's ailing me since my mother died is 1 1 need a home, Miss Delia; regular meals again and and somebody to to cure one way or another ittiout me, nine C'utey, somebody to " "I'lease, Mr. Cans, don't " "It's living around without a home has done It, Miss Delia. When I had a regular living I had my health, nnd and when I get my health, and Delia, I I'm as chipper as they come." "Of course, you are." "Home cooking Is all 1 need, Miss Dellu. My doctor says If I stick to my diet and keep out of the night air until the swelling gets out of my lots " "Look," cried Miss Kessler, sudden ly throwing back her head to Miiff the fumes of autumn, "why it's Just like coming out of twilight Into high noon. Isn't It? Iook at those links and the Mat country beyond staring back at the sun. Gee!" They had emerged from the leafy bade of the woods Into the white light of a sun-drenched morning, in the middle distance on the close- cropped links, a woman buoyantly poised for stroke let fly her brassle. "Iooh down there by De Leon, Miss Delia, all of them at their sun baths. I tell you there's nothing like warm rays for getting the rheumatism .out of you." y ., "Why why gee !" "Wbaf, Miss Dollar "Gee, whiz!" "Mies Delia!" "I must have been dreaming. I.oolt, will you! It never struck me before. Look out there. What a field for flight I" "A flight?" "What a rise a biplane could get off land like this. What a rise!" "Just look over there In the sun, will you? Tom Itlley, himself, Hlrk hlmer, them two big guns from New York and the whole crowd of them. I tell you It's a pleasure to be down here with all those big names, eh. Miss Delia?" On benches dragged from the shade trees pat out Into the white morning, a group of Hotel Cadillac guests spread themselves to the sun, the running line of their conversation as Insistent as the up and down rune of a bagpipe. Upon the knot of them, vapidly spread out there as If grouped by Watteau for a conceit In oil, Miss Kessler flushed her inspired eyes. "Mr. Uiley." she cried und clapped her bauds. The proprietor of the Hotel Cadll lac raised two hundred pounds of democracy and uffuliillty from a slat bench and executed an amhlttous bow "Good-morn4ng to you, little lady, and If you aren't us chipper as a chipmunk us usual." Toward Mr. Ganz the proprietor of the Hotel Cadillac extended a heavy hearty arm. "Well, Ganz, how are my springs treutlng you?' "Great, Mr. Riley, except somehow my Joints " "Mr. Itlley, I've got an Idea!" "You've got un Idea, little Miss Del la? That's nothing new for you." "It Just hit me blng In the eye. It It's Immense, Mr. Itlley." "What Is it now, little one, a dance In the grill or a long-distance water drinking contest?" "I want you to look. Mr. Riley; you Mr. Ganz and Mr. lllrkhimer; you, Mr. Chalmers and Mr. Mange and Mr Lobenz. Look, Mrs. van Ritz, out there over the fields and what do you see? Look !" "I see ride In vrondt of me, Miss Gezzler, one preddy little gur-rl." "Oh. oh, look again, Mr. lllrkhimer you, Mr. Itlley, Mr. Lobenz. All of you! Don't you see?" Mr. l'erclval Chalmers, of Boston leaned forward, bis bands clasped over the top of his cane. "Beg pardon, where did you say? "There I There!" cried Miss Kess ler, and sprang at a bound to a bench, standing aloft there with ber arm out- flung full stretch. Iliueie, Mli Ketler "There, Mr. .M inue. Out there lie fore yii, lnl!cn und gentlemen. Is the greatest mil, mil aviation field In this great and glorious country of ours." "Natural what?'' "Aviation field. Get me? Why. with a field like that drawn right up along side the Hotel Cadillac, we can get all the airmen in the world here. Why, It why. It's Immense 1" "That's right, little missy, give us a recitation. Wake us up around here. Put some pep Into us. eh? I'lny up!" J'lay up nothing, Mr. Riley, and If you're the good hotel man I think you are, you'll sit up and take notice of what I'm telling you. Out there In that flat country with nothing but ant hills for obstacles, you've got the mak ing of a record-breaking aero meet with nothing but class A exhibits fly ing, and the biggest crowd down here thut these si rings ever dreamed of having in a million years. Just look! No water, no hills, no treacherous air "Get the Crowds Down Here." currents. Notl., tig but country flat as sky. An exhibition flight down here will be a riot. I tell you. A riot 1" "Ky g'.lly. she's right!" said Hir- klmer. "By golly, a man Hire you. Ililey, with such a following Hge you got In Indiana could ninge for your springs here n sensation." "Get the crowds down here," con tinued &ilss Kessler, enthus.nstlcally, "You've got the whole Middle West to draw on nnd the Kast and the South, too, for th:it matter. I tell you. It's a great scheme, Mr. Itlley. Avlutlon's the great question of peace and war. Let's have a flight ! I Just wonder It didn t hit me before. I know the whole air gang. I know them all, I tell you. and If you big bugs will get np the purse, I ran get you any of the fancy filers of the world down here for an exhibition flight." "But Miss Kessler " "I know a man's got a biplane In his back shed right now that will fo cus the eyes of the world on Cadillac Springs over night. If we can get iza down here for his first exhibition flight. What would you say if I could get him down here on a moderate purse, for the first exhibition flight of a machine that's going to put flying forward a quarter of a century, for you? This Is the kind of a field he needs to prove that he's done that lit tle thing! Ask any aviator the value of a flut country. Why, I've got so much faith, ladies and geutlemen, In thut Meyer biplane and In ber new sta bilizer thut I I'd stake a million dol lars on It, If I had it. I'd balk my soul on that machine." "Loog how egzlted she gets. Ain't It a treat, Riley, to see her I" "But " "Start the ball rolling! Who'll start her? Who? Mr. Ganz, you're a suc cessful business man who told me Dot ten minutes ago thut my smile was worth five thousand. I'rove It. Look at It now. Is It still worth the money? Start the nurse with that five thou-' sand. Mr. Gunz. and If she don't loop the double loop four times und write each loop In tire, purse refunded like I promised. Start her with five thou sand, Mr. Gunz. Are you a gentle man of your word, Mr. Gunz, and game enough to start ber .with flv thousand?" "Miss Delia, you you're only fool ing. Such a little cut-up!" Tooling I If I was any more in earnest I'd break a blood vessel." "Dot's ride, Miss Gezzler, mage him bay." "Start her with five thousand, Mr. Ganz. Come lu on ytAir share, Mr. Riley. It's your enterprise, after all, and you go him a couple of thousand better. It's cheap at the price, Mr. Riley. BJordstcdt got twenty thou sand for his lust flight and came down lu ten minutes with a broken rudder, but Just the same he put Great Neck on the map. Don't be a bunch of pikers. You, Mr. Lobenz, If you're the good sport I think you are, what's a few thousand to you? Come on In it, Mr. Clialmers, and I'll make you for get what ails you; you, Mrs. Van Rltz. If you're a gentleman of your word, Mr. Ganz, you'll start the ball rolling with that five thousand." "Tweuty twenty-five hundred, Miss Kessler. is all I I M "Good! Twenty-five hundred for a starter. Mr. Max Ganz of Chicago starts the ball rolling with twenty-five hundred. Am i bid more? Am I bid more? It'a your enterprise down here, Mr. Riley, and the net results will be yours. The proprietor of the Hotel Cudlllac must bead the list. Am 1 bid. mole? l ive tlionsa. d, if you're u pisi.: bus mss iniiii and know a go:l thing when you see It. Five thousand for n huti'lred thousand worth of publicity! live thousand?" "l ive thousand !" "Hurrah! Five thousand from Mr. Riley, und don't let them leave you at the post, Mr. lllrkhimer." "A tousand doolur,' Miss Gezzler. but I want from wu) up In the air be tltould drop oue tousand packages Mlnto chewing-gum when he reaches two tousand feet." "No sooner said than done I One thousand-from Mr. Ilirklmer and now you, Mr. Lobens. How much?" "You can't expect a man In the au tomobile business, Miss Kessler, to Kubscrlte to aviation." "Why not? The birgest automobile man in the world started out manu facturing one-horve si ays. How much, Mr. Lorenz? Mr. Mange? Mr. Chal mtrs? Good! It me put you down for one thousand each, und now you over there, Mrs. Van Rltz. Let's have health, wealth and benity on our list, and it's up to you to supply the last. How much, -Mrs. Vun Rltz? How much?" "Two thouFnnrt." Spoken coldly ns through a wei blanket and the yellow head still held In profile. "Catch trie, darlings. wMIe I fa!nt! Klevcn thousand live bundled, und be fore the day is over. It'll be twice that. Ladies and gentlemen, you're helping ro make the history of the air, und I'm proud of you !" She jumped lightly down without he proffered aid of Mr. Riley and 'Ir. Ganz and di.rted Into the shaded 'ruck leading up toward the hotel. "But. Miss Kessler " "I'm oft" to the ho'el to send off telegrams before you change your mlmls. Hold my bat. Mr. Guuz, until t come buck. Wait!" And she was olT. her vivid face hn:st forward and l.er elbows laid buck against her slim sides. In the bay of the vernndn, plying her placid needle and the lose grow ing in l.er pattern. Mrs. Kessler glatict l up at the rush of her daugh ter's approach. "Why. Delia baby what excite ment y.iu got! Delia, you got news for inan.aV" "Yes, dear! Yes. dear!" "In your face I can see It. Delia! Ganz! Delia, you got news for niu inn?" "Yes, mommy dnr but " "Gott in Himi.iei,'' cried Mrs. Kess ler, rising, her voice running high and her crochet rolling to the floor. "Great news, mommy dear, only let me puss, 1 must hurry. Great news!" "Delia, did he " "An exhibition flight down here, mommy. The longest purse and the Mggest flight of the year. The biggest flight of the year, mommy dear. Let me go. Let me go I" "Gott In Himmel !" repeated Mrs. Kessler, reseating herself and as If ber vocal chords had suddenly rusted. - . On the night of the exhibition flight of the Meyer biplane at Cadillac Springs, the air of Indian summer hung heavy with the smooth Ingratiat ing quality of milk. September night lay on the 'stubble fields but grilled Into by a series of white arc lights swung from temporary poles and pour ing, as hot steel ts poured, their light upon an improvised grandstand and an adjoining section of roped-off space for the standing throng; upon a tern- . porary shed erected at the opposite end of the field and upon the doughy I outstanding faces of twelve thousand waiting spectators, mortared Into a wall five breasts deep uround the roped-in section. In the front row, her crimson sweat er pushed half back from her shoul-1 ders and her small hands gripping the splintery hand-rail until Hie knuckles spring up white, Miss IMIa Kessler drove her dark gaze down the length of the field. "Why. oh, why. don't be start? I'll .1 HI ! " run down uguin to the field and "lella, I want you should sit right In this box by your pupa and Mr. :i g. Ganz nnd Minna and me. I don't see no girls down there, only men around. Minna, his own sister, can sit quiet here until he goes up, aud go should Miss Mlr.ua Merer, snug to her literal teeth In a gray wool jacket and a gray wool muffler wound high and revealing only ber eyes und her high-pit -bed cheek bones, turned in her swaddliiigs toward Mrs. Kessler, her voice percolut'ng through wool. ''Mrs. Kessler, If I was to have stuck around on the damp ground every time brcther made a trial flight , of bis niutiiine, id i.- in my grave now from sciatic pleurisy." Mr. Gunz looH-d himself farther across the back of Miss Meyer's chair. "From what, Miss Meyer?" "SctaTle pleurisy, Mr. Gunz. I'm a great sufferer from it." "I wonder. Miss Meyer, If that could be what I sometimes feel In my left hip." "Certainly It Is, Mr. Ganz. ItV a condition of the sockets." "That's It then. Sciatic what?" "Pleurisy." "Pleurisy. I can tell you, Miss Meyer, in the three days you've been here at the Springs, you've told me more about myself than the doctors In six diagnoses could. It was worth the twenty-five hundred. Mis Meyer, Just to to have you come here. Tile min ute I'm out in the night air like now, right aw ay In my left thigh I get such a twinge that M "Could It be his valves are hinder ing his flight. Minna? Could It?" "I don't know, Delia. You're getting Die ull worked iu, too. Chills and fever In my i i. n.i ui ou e. "Now, now, M! Minna. Just don't you let our little fire-trucker, Sllss Delia, get you all worked up." "Right this minute I'm In a terrible chill, Mr. Ganz, please excuse how I'm trembling. I wonder, Delia, If If anythlng's wrong! oh oh!" I "I tell you, Ketsler." said Mr , Ganz, leaning ncronx the dim shiver ing silhouette of Mist Meyer, "you ' got a daughter that In born to be a general In the at my. Some girls are born to run people ami to run homes : and some to be generals In armies. I She's a general, I tell you. Juit look how she got the whole hotel of us I out here lu the night air where we ' don't belong." "How she englrtrcred It all. though! Kb, Ganz? Fifteen thousand dollars she raised like It was fifteen cents. Over night she mules a rich man out of poor Imi.v. Lle Tom Riley say blmelf. Napoleon couldn't do so well. My little girl she's a good one, eh, Ganz? Better as ber old pupu." "A genet al In the army, I tell you, Kessler." With her full batk turned to the patter of cMiversi.tlon and oblivious to it. Miss Kessler swayed suddenly farther from the group. "Look, papa, there's a new batch of people coming In from the station. There's fourteen thousand here t iiight, if there's a soul, not counting the Louisville Tech. school. Fourteen thousand, If there's u soul." "Oh, my poor hands, how cold! ''-v,n over mv bro'N-r flit s It's vi HKe nn my circulation had slowed down. Needle prick in my urins and "Nfcrile pricks, did.you say, M'ss Meyer? Right this minute my left side feels like a tea kettle singing. It. ain't the circulation worries me. Miss Minna, tidy the doctor says "Well, let me tell'. von, Mr. Ganz, that poor circulation should worry you. Any booi; on health hints will tell you that poor circulation Is first cousin to paralysis." "Pupn! Minna! Mommy! Look, they're pulling. out the muditne. Sec!" The roped-off crowd swayed sud denly forward, scattering ejacu'atlons. "Is that It? Is that him? Is that lie? Raugh! Ranch! Cut It out! That ain't him. There he Is! Rau.h!" Miss Kcssler's I. and reached out to close tightly over l.er parent's. "Oh. la. that's Arch. Stv! The tall thin fellow pulling down his rr.p." "Yes.t that's brother. See. Mr. Gunz. That's him. Oh. my poor hands I" "I'oor little hunds!" "They're strapping him In!" "It's flie 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 thrumming to be off. "Oh, my brother! Oh-h-h!" "Now, now, Miss Minna !" T tell you, Mr. Ganz. I I'd rather we had to live In a tenement all our lives than to see him risk bis life like that. What's a fifteen-thouvand-dollar purse, If If 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 Minna 1" "I never wanted him to fly, Mrs. Ganz. 'Let the other hoys tuke the risks, Arch,' I always suld, but " "I guess you're a little like me. Miss Minna. As I tell Miss Delia, where my two feet belong is right on the ground where the Almighty put 'em." "That's me every time, Mr. Gunz, Just'so it ain't 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 saina, things, ain't it. Miss Meyer J" "Y-yees uin't ltl" "Now, for Instance, take me. I 1 always say, Miss Meyer, let the high- fliers do all the high flying they wunt, but my Idea of real living. Miss Min na, my my ideu of real living la Is ca, Air. iiunz l "Is n u little elegantly furnished, eteum-heuted nest for two. Miss Mey- ! er, on the south side of Chicago with with " "Oh Mr, Ganz! Oh " "It Is, Miss Miiuia. I can tell you It uin't ull sciatic pleurisy in my left side. Miss Mil. mi. Since I met you it it's Just like you hud taken u little arrow and shot me light in the heurt. That that's the kind of u puin I got there now. You you get me, Miss Minna Minna?" "Mr. Gunz M max !" Beneath the gray wool packet their bauds met and clasped. A rumble run through the crowd. M:ss Kessler shot forward like a streak, leuniug danger ously beyond the rail. "He's off!" "Raugh ! Raugh ! Chee-e-e-e !" The pulse of the distunt muchlne leuped suddenly into thousands und the winged monster, like the restored bulk of some uutedlluvuiu monster of earth und air, shot forward In a struight line, whizzing dow n the smooth face of the field. A shout went with it aud the human hedge, five faces deep, was suddenly white with up turned faces. "Raugh! Ch-e-e-e-eP Tip-tilting suddenly, as If It had drawn its talons up aud under, it rose in perfect whirring flight. "Oh, mommy I mommy 1" "Gott in Himmel, a boy should take uch chances I" -Ha's trifJng the wind, ge p. current is Mm. t.i,P i.iiu u little." "Oh, my God, hi engine missed then! Hear? oh, my brother! Hold my hands Max." "See, papa, he's picking up again. Now. he's edging into the w ind. Hi controls are working perfect. He's climbing. See him mount! See hiiu mount! Oh! oh! oh!" ' The throbbing of the engine wa suddenly remote, then more remote, as if tulle portieres of uir and space were drawing together us the machine Hew through them into uncharted al titudes. Finally silence nnd only a white sea of fates turned upward to a black eagle, flying against a star-spangleil sky ami circling over the field once, twice, thrice. "He's getting ready to loop. He's looping! Look, hen dipping for the first loop. Oh, mommy "Gott in Himmel 1" "Oh, my brother!" Suddenly the remote flying thing dipped a bit and from henetth its planes two streamers of fire streaked the sky. A great booming shout rose. "Oh. my brother t It's the firework I'm afraid of. MaxI" "He'll dip now. Watch, mommy, he'll dip now." The machine fell fownrd Into a loop, curving up again, tlown again, up aghir ; the red comet-tails circum scribing Its d'-nlile course in fire. "One!" rose in bombardment f r vm the ctowd. ' The hieroglyphic of lire bang for morr nt, then another vertical filve and mother douLle circle of fire. "Two !" "Two!" "Mi.x, my my poor knees won't hold me." "Poor, poor little knees 1" "Three!" "Max, dear, I think 1 I'm going to faint." "I in here, little or e, to catch you." "Whafs that falling down? Chewing-gum! Take a piece, Max, dear. It it's good for ye u nfter meals." Miss Delia Kessler twined her small hands together and beneath thut gait of voices, spoke quietly upward. "Steady, Arch," she said. "Only once more, Arch. Steady ! You've looped, three und you can make It four Steady, Arch! Steady!" A light Jeer rose from the crowd. "S'matter up there! Cold feet?" Three ain't four! What's got you? Dizzy? Lotp her up there! Loop her up !" "Only once more, Arch. Steady, old; boy !" "Loop her up there! Che--e-e !" "What If bis engine Is " "Four!" And with the great splruK of fire from the final loop still drag ging across the sky, the hum of the descendirg engine grilling down aguiit into the night, and the silent swoop of an engine volplaning, Miss Delia Kess ler stood quiet amid the tumult of a. crowd gone mud, a booming In her enrst but her little face still upward In the attitude of a flower. Through the human swarm, which) hud nurst the ropes and flowed like water frt tn a broken main across t he field and toward the aircraft Just, settling Itself to earth with Its wing ever spreud. Miss Delia Kessler gouged, wormed, elbowed her little way. Men with their shouts stilt smoking on their Hps resisted the smull figure und granted her reluctant right of way. In the tight tangle im mediately surrounding the machine,, the crimson sweater was quite torn, from her, but she emerged Into the smnll guarded urea about the stilt coughing craft, as it hurtled there out: of the crowd. From the heart of the winged mon ster, gtiggled, legglnged nnd bulky oC bulk in a double-breusted leather "Cutey!" H Said, "Cutey, Littlei Sweetheart!" Jacket, a figure moved simultaneously forward and a shout thundered up from throats long since raw. "Arch!" cried Miss Kessler and un der cover of those shouts, speech be came pantomime. "Archie-boy ! Archle-boy-durllng !" Taking her hand In bis gauntlet a.nl regarding ber through goggles clouded with sudden mist, be leaned to her under cover of that same shouting. "Cutey!" be suid. "Cutey, little sweetheart !" A tremolo ran down his arm and through the grmn'i her finger-tips (THE END) We favor the open shop that is closed to the slave-driver if! (I j V