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* The “Stunner” Was a Sur- i"
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£ By JANE OSEORN. £
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J Copyright, 1909, by Associated Lit- f 1
erary Press.
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Stanton Thorpe and his chum. Kid \
Walker, were walking rapidly across
the campus, absorbed in their own lm- j
portance. It was the first day of their
senior year. Stanton was class presi
dent. and the Kid was his right hand
man.
A tall, striking girl passed rapidly
by. Stanton was Interested at once
and not a little surprised when he saw
the girl smile back at Ills companion,
who pulled off his cap with unfeigned
satisfactiop.
“Who's your friend. Kid?" he asked
when they were well out of hearing.
“Why. that’s Marjory King. I told
• Imhh her She's the girl I met at
last summer; made an
: li the fellows there. Isn’t
t though?”
Kiug," mused the other
Hiiiiighttully.
"Isn't she a stunner?” And the Kid
gave liis friend a thump on the arm to
force an answer.
"Oh. she's n stunner, all right. If
" whnl you want to know. Say,
■'•he isn't a freshnmn. Is she?"
I he Kid laughed. “Well, not exact
ly. She’s registered as a special In tine
nits. | shouldn’t wonder If she was
rather oldish myself.”
"H"w old. say?” queried Stanton.
' 11 " Iiiicrest was thoroughly roused.
si's voice was lowered. “Twon
1 ventured cautiously.
Ion whistled. "Well, I’m
o i myself." Ills eyes had
tier to the other side of the
■noqms. "Say. Kid. she Is a stunner.
Shouldn't much mind coeducation If
they were all like that.”
i lie next day the two boys were
making their way from one of the en
gineering buildings to tbeir dormitory.
"Say. Kid,” said Stnnton after sev
eral minutes’ silence, "what’s she tak
ing?"
The other smiled gleefully. "She?
• I' sl,,‘'!' n special iu line arts, which
an ms anything at all. doesn’t It?
n , v"
"H It's this way." explained Stan
d's: to hide an unexpected feel
emiiHi'rasKineut. "1 was tbink
ii.it we'd get better acquainted
mi mud of gain time on tbe other
tellows If we were to take some work
with her."
lids plan met with bis chum’s entire
approval, so they turned, their steps
"way from the dormitory toward the
can's office.
Their lirst task was to see Marjory
Kings schedule, and toe second was
to Induce the dean to allow them te
make a change iu their own course of
study. The first was easy enough, for
as class officers the boys were allow
ed to have access to the students' rec
ords.
“Just want to look at a few of the
follows’ time cards,”' said Stanton to
the registrar as he fumbled through
the K’s in a large card catalogue. lie
made a few notes from the desired
card and returned to his friend, who
was seated at the table.
lie spoke In subdued tones: “Ad
vanced Italian conversation, art of
dressmaking, r.cientlfie cookiflg, study
of the child mind and elementary
philology. T.'he first we aren't quali
fied for, the next two areo’t opeu to
-, ---- a. H UU f. lUlll, DV U >3
got to be the last.”
“What is philology, anyway?” asked
the Kid.
“Blessed if t know. It’s one of Pro
fessor Brown’s deadliest, but it’s per
fectly all right.”
"Well, let’s take it then.”
So it was that Sbuntou Thorpe and
Kid Walker, engineers, took up the
study of languages under the celebrat
ed Dr. Brown and—a fact of much
greater importance—biicnme in a few
months the uudisputtui claimants to
the friendship of Marj.ory King.
As time went on a nd Marjory was
seeu more and more with Stanton and
the Kid and less with the other boys
people begun to talk. She apparently
found their companionship agreeable,
but no oue, not evon the two lucky
seniors themselves, could decide which
one she preferred. The rivalry—in
tense though it was—only cemented
their friendship, and they never dream
ed of concealing from each other their
growing fouduess for the girl.
"There’s no u se joking about it.
Kid,” said Stanton toward the end of
the college year. "1 mean business.
What’s the use of a boy like you get
ting silly over a girl like Marjory
King?”
“Perhaps thore isn’t any,” said the
other frankly, “but I’m going to stick
it out. It seems sometimes as if she
treated me with a little more—more
interest than she does you.”
Stanton laughed. “That’s where
you’re dend wrong, old man. By the
way, that philology exam is going to
be pretty stiff for the poor girl. It’s
a shame, she ever took the course with
a fossil like Brown. But I imagine 1
can help her out with my notes. You
know I haven’t missed a lecture, and
I’ve fall reports on all the outside read
ings. I have offered to let her have
my notebook for a week before the
exam, and I told her I’d coach her up
all I could.”
"That’s a good move, all right” said
the Kid. looking with admiration at
his friend. “I wonder why I never
think of those things.”
)
"Oh. well, she Isn’t going to marry
me jusi on n< count of that
“Isn't going to whatV”
"Well, 1 never put it that way be
fore, but of course 1 intend to propose
to her. 1 told you I was in dead ear
nest.”
"Oh. I suppose I will, too, in the
course of time. I never happened to
think about that part of it before.”
"I tell you frankly,” said Stanton de
liberately. ;’I intend to ask her a few
days before commencement, some time
after this beastly old exam is off.”
“She'll hear from me about the same
time, then, and I bet you money I’ll
win out."
So it was agreed between them that
Stanton should coach Marjory as he
had promised to and that ns soon as
the marks of the examination were
posted the next morning he should
make his proposal, asking her to defer
her answer until later in the day. In
the course of the morning the Kid
should make his plea, and that night
they would know their fate. „
The two boys approached the im
portant day with ever increasing ex
citement. The strain of senior exami
nations seemed as nothing compared
with the uncertainty of not knowing
the state of Marjory King’s affections.
She seemed to take a keen relish in
keeping them in suspense, and a word
of encouragement to one was always
followed by a radiant smile upon the
other.
The day at last arrived, and Kid
Walker saw his chum depart upon his
Important errand. “I don’t wish you
luck, old man.” he said, "but here’s
my hand.’ And the two boys sepa
rated with a warmer feeling df friend
ship for each other than they had ever
known before.
A large crowd of students had al
ready gathered around the bulletin
board when the Kid sauntered up with
pretended Indifference to see the result
of the philology examination. lie
craned his neck over the crowd. That
Bailie at the head of the list was
enough—“M. King, 9!) per cent.” He
felt a sudden sense of defeat. Stan
ton had coached her, and she had
come out at the head of the list. He
pushed his way aimlessly away from
the others.
Suddenly he came upon his chum
walking slowly toward him.
“I ought to have known you’d win
her.” said Stanton.
The Kid's happiness was tinged with
deep pity for his friend.
“Have you asked her?”
"Yes. She told me that she was
never so surprised in her life; said
she was Just about to accept some
me else. You're a lucky boy, Kid
Walker." i
"How did she know that I was go
ing to propose?” stammered the Kid.
“But I’d better not keep her waiting
any longer.”
He was detained by the voice of a
classmate: “Hello, Kid. Heard the
news?”
“Xo. What news?”
"Philology Brown’s going to be mar
ried.”
“Is he? It’s nboot time.” The Kid
was not in the least interested.
“Here they come!” called one of the
boys a few feet away. "Here’s a
rousing cheer, boys. Are you ready ?”
"B-r-o-w-n! Blp! Bah! Bee! King!
King! King!” came the shout of twen
ty voices.
Kid Walker was completely dazed,
no looked up to see Professor Brown
walking rapidly by. with Marjory King
smiling at his side. His eyes met
Stanton’s.
“Isn’t she a stunner?” asked an en
thusiastic onlooker.
Stanton smiled grimly at the Kid.
“Oh, she's ft stunner, all right, if that’s
what you want to know.”
Why Water Quenches Thirst.
Thirst, a word of Anglo-Saxou origin
and akin to the Latin torreo and out
torrid or parched, describes a peculiar
sensation of dryness and heat located
in the tongue and throat. Artificial
thirst may be produced by the passage
ol’ a current of air over the mucous
membrane of these parts, but normal
thirst is the consequence of a lack of
liquid in the system. The agony of ex
treme thirst is due to the fact that all
the tissues sympathize in this distress.
It is then as a refreshing relief that
a supply of water comes to thirsting
lips, replacing what has been lost, cool
ing the parched palate and rapidly
removing the craving which has de
pressed the system. In short, water
quenches thirst just because it supplies
what at the moment is wauting and is
most eagerly desired, so that Solomon
could properly compare the gift of
“cold waters to a thirsty soul” to the
advent ot good news. Thirst is to
some extent appeased by the injection
>f water into the blood or body, though
no lluid touches the part to which the
sensation is referred.
The Salvation Army’s Name.
The adoption of the name “Salvation
Army” came about in a curiously un
premeditated way, writes Commander
Eva Booth in Van Norden’s Maga
zine. As the head of the new move
ment Mr. Booth had gathered around
him men who were as one with him
and acted as his secretaries. One day
he was walking up and down his
study, dictating, when he used these
words:
"The Christion mission is a volunteer
army.”
lie paused in his dictation and look
ed thoughtfully over the shoulder of
his secretary at the written line, took
up the pen. scored out the word “vol
unteer” and wrote above it “salvation"
and went on dictating. This was the
first time the word was used, and It
made such an impression that it began
insensibly to be thought as an appro
priate name for Hie mission. It grew
upon the Imagination of men. They
liked it—liked it so well that they
finally adopted it.
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Address the office or the publisher.
In the Hallinger-Pinchot contro
versy President Taft demonstrated
L\ R. was not the Only president who
had back bone and tbe courage to
back up his convictions.
•
Pinchot should have “pinched”
that letter before Senator Dolli
ver read it on the lloor of the senate
and lie would probadly still be annex
ed to the government salary list.
According to daily press reports,
coa! is selling for $10 per ton in Tripp
county, S. D., and bard to get even
at that price. Some of those who
failed to draw claims now consider
themselves lucky.
Through the attempted tine work of
some Qof our would-be statesmen
O’Neill lost out on the state normal
school. Well, O’Neill can recover
rrom the blow, but can the politicians
who made the failure possible?
The Sixth district congressman oc
cupies a unique position among the
Nebraska delegation. Although
pledged against Cannon and Cannon
ism he was the only representative
in the house of representatives from
Nebraska who did not vote against
Cannonism when it came to a “show
down.”
For several years people have wond
ered what the initial “P” stood for in
the name of M. P. Kinkaid, but the
congressman has heretofore failed to
enlighten the curious as to his middle
handle. But in a vote in the house
last week the Judge, unintentionally
perhaps, gave it away. It stands for
“Present.”
It is rumored that Judge J. J. Har
rington of this city will be a candi
date for the democratic nomination
for congress from the big Sixth.
Judge Dean of Broken Bow, who re
tired from the supreme bench last
week, will also be a candidate, it is
reported, and things promise to be
quite lively in democratic politics in
the Big Sixth during the ensuing six
months.
The new state normal school, for
which the last legislature appropri
ated $35,000, has been located at
Chadron. The location of the school
was settled by the board last Saturday,
the final vote standing, Chadron 5,
Alliance 2. O’Neill did not fille an
application for the school with the
state board of education and was
therefore not an applicant for the
school.
Rumor is current throughout the
state that Governor Shallenberger is
seriously contemplating calling an
extra session of the legislature for the
purpose of submitting a constitution
al amendment to the electors provid
ing for the division of the state into
districts for the election of members
of the supreme bench. Democrats
believe, that with the districts “wise
ly” apportioned they could elect some
members of the supreme bench, while
under the present state-wide law
their chances are nil.
Lincoln “insurgent” republicans, at
a meeting held in that city Monday,
adopttd resolutions denouncing the
course pursued by Senator Burkett in
congress. They also issued a call for a
state meeting of “insurgent” or “pro
gressive” republicans to be held in
Lincoln next week. At this meeting
they propose to form a state organi
zation for the promulgation of “insur
gent” policies and to formally launch
a candidate to contest with Senator
Burkett for the honor of representing
Nebraska in the United State senate.
The published list of those in attend
ance at this meeting contains the
names of many old timers and dis
gruntled office seekers and' their sud
den conversion to progressive ideas
will not fool genuine, conscientious
“insurgents.”
$1000.00 ^
g Given for any substance
a jurious to health found in food
f lesulting from the use of ■
(Calumet a—1
\ Baking P»®
^Powder
Moses “Present" Kinkaid.
One of the most important resolu
tions before the house of representa
tives in recent years was before con
geess last Thursday. It was not in
the resolution itself that the great
principle existed but in the amend
ment offered by the leader of the Ne
braska delegation, Hon. G. W. Norris
of McCook. It came up on the ques
tion of appointing a committee from
the house to investigate the charges
made by L. R.Glavis, late field agent
of the general land office, against
Cammissioner Ballinger of the general
land office.
The rules of the house provide that,
unless otherwise provided in the reso
lutions, that all committees, whether
permanent or special, be appointed by
the Speaker and it is this rule that
has brought down upon Speaker Can
non the wrath of the “insurgents” and
the strenuous opposition of a large
majority of ardent republicans of the
middle western states. Congressmen
who were opposed to Cannon and Can
nonism claimed the only way to cur
tail tl>e power of the speaker was for
the house to appoint the committees.
When the resolution authorizing
the appointment of the above com
mittee was before the house Congress
man Norris offered an amendment
that the committee be appointed by
the house. On the vote on this amend
ment the democrats joined with the
"insurgents” and voted for the amend
ment and it was adopted, receiving a
majority of three votes. All the
members of congress from Nebraska,
republicans and democrats, voted for
iihis amendment except Kinkaid, and
he did not even have the sand to vote
agasnst it, being one of live men who
were content to sit supinely in their
seats and answer "present” while
their colleagues were making history.
The fires of discontent and dissatis
faction with the last years official
record of the Sixth district congress
man have been smoldering for many
months, in fact since he violated his
ante-election promise and voted for
Cannon, and if the sentiment of the
people here is any criterion to judge
the rest of the district by the smold
ering embers are liable to burst into
a blaze that will sweep the Sixth dis
trict like a prairie fire. The seeds of
distrust have been sown and it will
take more than a clammy hand shake
or promises unfulfilled to assuage
the wrath of the people for that one
word, “present.”
Fremont Tribune: If some of these
wise philosophers, with bulging brows,
can explain how they can get cheaper
living and at the same time give' the
farmer the high price for his products
he is now getting, they will confer a
favor. It looks, here in Nebraska, as
if the prosperity of the farmer was
the paramount issue and it appears,
also, that he cannot prosper and have
the things people eat selling fora
song.
John Golden can rightly be classed
as among the unlucky. A year ago
John was a candidate for chairman of
the county board and was defeated by
Sam Hickman. A week ago when
John was about to realize his ambit
ion and become head of ‘‘the govern
ing body of the county” business
reasons necessitates his removal from
the state and therefore resignation
from the county board.
Paulhan, the French aviator, broke
all height records at the aviation
meet in San Fan Francisco Wednes
day, reaching an altitude of over
5300 feet, or more than one mile
above the earth. He evidently didn’t
even touch the “high places.”
Bargain in Land.
$2,250.00 buys 160 in southeast part
of section 11-12-28, $750 cash, balance
8 yaarly payments, 6 par cent an
nually. C. Jouvenat,
29-4 84 Washington St
Chicago, 111.
Important I
I Thing j
'j' Whs: That Was the Doctor 1
f Told Mary Trenton. 41
4. -
4. By JEANNE O. LOIZEAUX. i
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Copyright, 1909, by Associated Lit- f
’ * erary Press. , T
Dr. John Trevor lifted his big rum
pled black head from bis book and,
with bis mind still full of “Minor Sur
gery." scowled on his friend who had
for some time been talking unheeded.
He concluded to give Morton a min
ute’s attention and then if necessary
put him bodily forth from the oflice
and be rid of him.
"Come out of your hole for once
and help a fellow in a pinch,” Morton
was saying in evident continuance of
a (to him; interesting subject. "Be
human. You used to be occasionally
decent to a girl in college. 1 need
you—honest, Trevor. Miss Dell is here
at the Kings’ with her cousin. You
knew her at school—Mary Trenton. It
seems that one will not stir without
the other. 1 wish to goodness you
would take Miss Trenton to the club
dance tonight.”
The doctor looked his friend over
with good uatured contempt. He was
a snapshot diagnostician. No need to
look at Morton’s tongue, it always
proclaimed its owner’s ailment in time.
“Again!” he remarked caustically.
“Thp luinrlrpilth timp sinrp I hnvp
known you: It’s Miss Dell, I take it.
Morton, it occurs to me to inquire why
in thunder you don’t marry and have
done with your sufferings. Why be
the eternal target? What is the im
portant thing in your life anyway?
if t'n law is like medicine you should
give some time to your profession,
and it looks to me as if you do noth
ing but trail about after some pretty
bundle of skirts. It’s well enough, but
you don't seem to be landing anywhere
in particular.”
“Well, it’s serious this time. If 1
thought she would—have me I'd—do—
anything: I’m hard hit. 1 think she
likes me too. But how much? I can’t
get her alone if you don’t help me. No
body else in this empty town is fit to
amuse that little cousin of hers. You
remember her? Little and blond and
—awfully sweet, you know.”
The doctor tried to call up Mary
Trenton’s face.
"Seems to me I do,” he said thought
fully. Morton groaned.
“To think of any human man having
to remember Mary Trenton—that is,
unless he had seen her cousin: Are
you going to be decent the next two
weeks, Trevor?”
"Sure thing, boy! Make your plans,
and I'll play dummy, anything to do
you a good turn. But let me tell you
this—the important thing with me is to
build up my practice and ground my
self at every turn in my profession, i
want another year abroad; I want the
best piano money can buy, for I miss
my music; I want a pedigreed Boston
terrier and a motorcar that can't be
beat. But I don’t want a wife—not
now. 1 can’t more than support myself
yet in the style to which I have been
accustomed, and I don’t want to touch
what Aunt Joanna left me. I want ‘to
make good’ myself. I tell you this be
cause you are a vile matchmaker and
because you may as well know now
that if you have anything up your
sleeve about me and Miss Trenton you
can shake it out now and have done;
that's all. Call around, and I'll be in
gala togs and do your bidding. Now
get out!”
Morion obeyed.
That was the beginning of two
weeks unparalleled in the history of
John Trevor. M. D. Morton tried his
complaisance to the utmost. Constant
ly every evening, many afternoons, ev
ery spare minute and many minutes
that really could not be spared he
[lanced attendance on Mary Trenton,
while his friend won his labored way
to the heart of Eleanor Dell. Mary
was used to slavish attentions, and
tills great rugged, bluff, brilliant, total
ly delightful man of science piqued her
pride, stimulated her interest. He was
beneath his perfect courtesy indiffer
ent. wary—nay. he seemed at times
even disapproving. She felt for the
first time in her spoiled young life in
adequate and futile. It seemed that
even her great beauty did not blind
him to her little faults.
Dr. Trevor began to be interested, to
think that with a little training the
girl might really concern herself with
the real things of life. He took her
through the hospitals, and she found a
new life of helping open to her vision.
All these poor sick minds and bodies
were to be healed: She felt more than
?ver silly and futile, more than ever
humble and admiring. The doctor ex
plained everything to her, told her of
the physician's life, its hard work, its
high aims, its stimulus to better con
iitions for the world.
The girls began to speak of return
ing to their own house in another
week, and summer festivities began to
multiply in their honor. The doctor
ictually neglected his practice, and his
research work was forgotten. lie did
pot realize what was upon him until
me night he woke from a dream of
setting a broken arm without giving
in anaesthetic and found it was Mary
Fronton's round little arm. It seemed a
jorrlble thing to hurt her. He was
rursing himself for a brute when at
ast’he found himself sitting straight
ip in bed. Then he cursed himself for
»n utter fool that he could let a tiny
fellow headed slip of a laughing girl
llsturb his scientific peace even in a
lrea ml He resolved to get out of tha
danger sons He was glad she was
going a way. ^
But the next night was even worse,
for he could uot sleep. He now knew,
with a sort of terror, that be was in
love. His prognosis was guarded. Did
it always hurt like this—love-' He
would, save that shame deterred hiui,
have asked the experienced Morton,
now safely havened in an engagement
to Miss Dell. But he, John Trevor.
M. D., would not weakly settle into
mere happy domesticity. He would de
I vote every energy to his noble profes
sion. He would fight off this weakness.
He prescribed a dose of absence for
himself. In the morning he phoned to
Morton that he had an important case
and would be busy all day aud even
ing. Sorry, but it could not be helped.
Then in his private office he proceed
ed by the light of his reasou to con
vince himself that it was but a sense
Je>« fancy. Men often got over worse
ailments. Then there came again be
fore his vision her little fair face with
the new sweet, helping look in the
deep blue eyes, the serious attention to
his words—as if his words mattered.
He could not help wondering whether
he could not have made her care. He
supposed Hilton, the idiot, would take
his place in the moonlight picnic par
ty "on” for that evening. He went
into bis laboratory and began to toil.
Long past noon he snatched his for
gotten lunch. lie was restless. Well,
hot as it was. he would have a walk.
He had a theory that plenty of fresh
air aud stiff exercise would cure any
known form of temporary insanity.
He started out. But the girl went
with him. Coming back, perspiring
and disgusted, he determined (irmly
uot to pass the King house. In the
first place it was out of his way. and
I.« Ir, kL. nl.l ,vn . . »•
on the veranda, and he would have to
go In a minute and be decent. No. he
would not see her. Still —well, he
would go past, for really he should
see old Mrs. Patton across the way
and ask about her hay fever. His step
quickened. lie made his call, talking
with his lazy, comfortable old patient
on the porch. As he left her she pur
sued him with gossip.
"Ah, there goes Percy Hilton:” she
exclaimed. “I suppose, as usual, he
is going to see Mary Trenton. Eliza
beth King would be delighted to have
her cousin marry him. Isn't it a pity
that money and brains don’t always
go together?” He laughed and got
away, llut his blood boiled. Hilton,
that degenerate son of the overrich —
it would be hideous! He did Hilton
injustice, however, for he really was
decent enough in his way. The doctor
decided to call at the Kings’ just for a
moment. As he turned the corner he
saw the other man swinging along,
evidently hound for the same goal.
And, like a flash. John Trevor knew
that there was but one important thing
in the whole world, and that was to
get to Mary Trenton—first. Surely that
fellow would not have the unbelieva
ble impudence to propose to her: Sure
ly she would never accept him if he
did: As he came to the foot of the long
garden, walking in his restless, head
long fashion, something twitched at his
coat sleeve. He turned to see Mary
Trenton. The girl was leaning over
the green hedge, smiling up to him.
her ^reat garden hat pushed back.
“Is it so important as all that, your
case?” she queried, mischief in her
eyes. “If somebody is really dying I
will not detain you; otherwise it is
too hot to race like that—past your
friends especially.” He looked down
on her. helpless.
“The only important thing in this
world is—you." he said suddenly, while
she trembled and blushed at his tone.
‘ Happy to be even—a thing—to you,”
she murmured, mischief still in her
eye. His look rebuked her.
“Do you—can you—Mary—I adore
you: Will you marry me? Will you?”
It was sufficiently precipitate, and the
sun was very hot, and she saw Hilton
looking over the lawn for her.
“Tell me—will you?” The girl’s face
was very happy, but she was yet a
with a reply.
“Come—over into the shade,” she
said. "I don't want—that man to find
me.” The doctor cleared the hedge,
and like two naughty children they
sneaked behind the shrubbery to safe
ty in a tree hidden corner. Then he
faced her inquiringly. Tears suddenly
filled her eyes, and she laid her arm
up across her face like a child. lie
took it down and drew her close.
“Dearest, dearest, what is it? Won't
you tell me?" She drew away and
looked at him seriously.
“I was—afraid—you—weren’t going
to ask me:”
Was ever anything so foolish? lie
straightway informed Mary Trenton
—and thought he was telling the truth
—that front the first time he had set
eyes on her lie had loved her and
would have followed her round the
world to “ask her." The really foolish
thing would have been to devote a big
warm heart to a mere profession. Love
was the important thing.
Balloons and Eagles.
A book has been discovered in Vien
na bearing on its title page this legend:
“About the invention of air navigation
by means of balloons and eagles, by
Jakob Kieserer; published at the ex
pense of the author by nerr Loeschen
kohl, Koblmarkt. Vienna, 1801." It is
an elaborate treatise on aviation In
which a balloon is steered through the
air by eagles which have been "trained
and deprived of their talons.” Minute
instructions are given as to how the
birds should be harnessed, and sugges
tions are made as to the employment
of double teams and relays. The au
thor-inventor expresses the hope thnr
his idea may be employed first to ex
pedlte the delivery of letters and dis- •
patches and that persons competent as
trainers of giant birds will carry his
“wonderful Idea” into execution.
