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About The frontier. (O'Neill City, Holt County, Neb.) 1880-1965 | View Entire Issue (Dec. 13, 1928)
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Jumping Meridians By LINTON WELLS and NELS LEROY JORC UNSEN 1 " " 10 v\ Hat uiu it matter, anyway, how the things had come into his tank? He had lost. Per haps Rogers had done it—but it couldn’t have been Rogers, either. More likely, he told himself, it was someone who had made a bet on the race; some welcher who had made 6ure of his money. But is was done; that was evident enough, and it was sufficient. He had lost. His own thirty thousand—Billy’s twenty. How long would it take him to re pay ? And Frances . . . How beautiful she had been when she had given him a cool, smil ing good bye before he had de parted to the club—now beau tiful and how distantly unap proachable in her very smile! Alone with himself, Jimmy came to know that he had never faced defeat before. It was a new feeling, and it was the pride inside him which meant, more than all else. He was awakened from his reverie with a sudden start. The sound, he reflected, had been in his cars for several mo ments; its very familiarity had caused it to go unnoticed. Now it was no longer dubious. From somewhere out of the east, there came the low vibrating hum of an airplane motor. . CHAPTER V1H It was already growing dusk, he noticed, as he reached his feet, his pulse pounding with a new hope. His eyes swept the clean skies, vermilion and blue shot with orange. An airplane was bearing down from the eastward—a large plane, he discovered in stantly, though it was none too clearly visible through the twi light that was fast setting. Could it be Rogers? he won dered. Then, in the next mom ent, he dismissed the thought. Rogers was afr ahead. His next suspicion was that the ship might be one manned by an air mail pilot. It it were, could it be induced to stop? he wondered. He doubted it. There was a strict regulation, anyway, against an air mail ship’s carrying passengers. Nevertheless, the coming of the plane had already relighted the fires of hope in his breast; and as it bore on toward him, lar ger with every second he rushed out into the field waving his arms madly. As it neared him, a thousand wild speculations leapt through his mind. Anxiety settled over him. Could he make the pilot see him? Could he get him to stop? Coming toward him, it began to assume larger propor tions; he dismissed his first guess that it might be an air mail ship. Instead, as lie watched and listened, the wide wings and the ferocious, deep throated roar of the powerful engines in his trained ears, had told him that the approaching plane was one of the powerful CX-9’s—pursuit ships and some of the speediest ever developed, capable of doing in excess of one hundred ai d sixty-five miles an hour. ‘‘He’s got to stop!” gritted Jimmy. He remembered, the nr;' slant, that Billy Crane had of fered to drive him to Chicago in a ship of this type. Had Billy become suspicious and set out after him, after all? He waved his arms and shou ted wildly, heedless of the fact that lie could not be heard, groaning in abandon when it seemed that he could not be seen from the height at which the airplane was. Shortly, however, it became evident that the strange pilot had scon him. The plane com menced steadily to lose alti tude, while it circled twice over head. obviously inspecting the Pride in Oxen Cornelia James Cannon, in ‘Red Rust.” When the oxen had dragged their load over the top of the steep slope from the river, they stopped without waiting for a signal and stood with drooping heads and dilated nostrils, taking deep breaths of the cold air Icicles were hanging below their muzzles and their chests were rimed with the frozen white vapor of their breathing. Matts stepped off the sled, and •tamped his feet to warm them tield and tne accident, it was coming down. Jimmy gave a cry of joy and then fell to considering who the mysterious flyer could be. He knew, though, that he must prevent a repetition of the ac cident which had befallen him. He had landed into the wind and rashed; the pilot of the the approahing CX-9, using the same judgment that he had from aloft, w'ould naturally do the same thing. There was only one way of avoiding it, but the utmost skill would be required; and he was glad when he saw powerful landing light switched on from under the wings. The pilot, he told himself, must laud in a cross wind or at right angles to the course he had taken. lie rushed into the field, waving his arms and signalling to indicate the method of land ing. The lights winked out and oil again, as though in reply; but he could not be certain. Now the plane was circling overhead cautiously. Then it banked and slipped iu toward the field slowly, while Jimmy held his breath. It began to settle rapidly. He ran forward, turned slightly, into the cross wind, and with one of the neat est exhibitions of flying Jimmy had ever seen, plaeed the wheels on the ground, taxiing slowly to a stop at the farther end of the field. Its motors idled. As Jimmy hesitated, waiting for the pilot to dismount, a gloved hand stuck up out of the cockpit and beckoned to him with im perious impatience. Wondering lie grabbed his small bag out of the cockpit of the Homing Pid geon and ran toward the strange plane. He reached the side of the pursuit plane, breathing his thanks and explaining rapidly, though he was aware that he could not be heard above the noise of the idling motor. But he was received with scant ceremony. Writh a quick, brus que gesture, the pilot, who was in the forward cockpit, grasp the wheel and montioned him into the rear seat. Wondering slightly, Jimmy obeyed. It was all rather vague, but quite possible that Ins res cuer was bound somewhere in a breat hurry as himself That was quite logical; if it were the case, he would not be in terested in examining the wrecked Homing Pidgeon, but more intent on getting to his destination, after this stop. At any rate, lie had been head ing westward, which was suf ficient for the moment. A few seconds later, Jimmy had taken his place in the rear cockpit, his helmet and goggles adjusted. lie felt the big ship moving down the field for its take-off. A moment later, the wheels had left, the ground, and with an angry roar of its pow erful motor, they were pointed toward the sky. Jimmy’s last apprehension was dispelled when, without angling for height, his pilot turned neatly and tore for the hump of the Alleghanies just ahead. The field and the wrecked plane vanished into the twilight behind them. The hump was cleared without dif ficulty and they bore on direct ly westward. Jimmy Brandon settled into his seat to review the odd situ ation. A few moments ago, the race had been lost. Now he was on his way westward—it didn’t matter particularly where, so long as they retained their present direction. The CX-9 would stop nowhere hut at a good landing field, he guessed, and there he would have a fair chance of picking up a new plane and pilot for | the next stop. A ship was awaiting him at | looking at the oxen with admiration ' in his eyes. He had watched them grow from frisky little wobbly j legged calves to the gentle, power ful creatures who did his bidding today, and his pride in them was as great as his affection. Through many an hour of slow hauling across the gently rolling country he had talked to them as to human com panions, and he had found them at least as sympathetic as most of the men ... He had spent time which his father would have thought better employed behind the plough teaching them to come to his call, and, as a reward for their obedience, had slipped into their Chicago, with a pilot ready for the drive to Seattle. He wus expected at Cleveland airmail field for refuelling. Somewhere, this big plane would land and deposit him. Somewhere along the route he knew he would be able to find a new plane to go with it. In the air again, his confidence re+"- ' was o;i his way. Fortune, which htd bested him at the outset, had turned its fickle face tow ard him again. At the thought, he glanced forward toward his mysterious pilot. Upon entering the rear cockpit, he had glanced in that direction, hut to no avail. Hel met and goggles, a turned-up leather collar—these and the dusk had prevented him from gaining the slight-' 1 idea re garding his rescuer’s looks. Could it be Billy CraneT Billy, he told himself, would do just this sort of thing, after having had his suggestions turned down. He would prob ably remain incognito. Jimmy smiled. Yes, it was like Billy— he wouldn’t even want to have him know that he had come. Jimmy speculated on his des tination, Night had fullen at last; the powerful ship was speeding on over the country side with trottle opened wide. There was no need, he knew, for the CN-9 to stop anywhere for refuelling. With its tre mendous speed if it was the intention of his pilot, it could reach Chicago from New York in one leap. But where were they head ing? Bending down to avoid the rush of wind in his face, Jimmy found a scrap of paper and a stubby pencil in his pocket. He scribbled a note: Where tot The man couldn’t refuse to answer that, laconic though he was, he told himself. Leaning forward, he touched the leather clad shoulder and passed the note when the latter turned. It was dark; and although he stared curiously, he could make out nothing familiar about the blurred features behind the nxnsk of helmet and goggles. His pilot bent down over the note in the illumination from the small light ahead. Then without turning, Jimmy saw his hand raised. It pointed in an arc, directly west! “Rather like following our nose, I suppose,” he grunted, and sat back. In any event it was the direction he wanted to follow. They were tearing for the present directly toward Chicago, at a terrific speed through the night like the wind itself. Cleveland they had al ready passed, though they had cut across at an angle and not seen it. Jimmy lost himself for a long time in the wonderful speed of the craft in which he found himself. He even forgot to wonder about the identity of his rescuer; at Maywood, he promised himself, he would have the chance to discover and make the proper thanks. Prob ably he would have time there, provided they stopped. He had momentary fear that they would go beyond the city; this was so mysterious that he was prepared now for any thing. But lie soon awakened from a contemplation of the ground unrolling underneath them to see the lights of Chi cago appearing like an aurora against the velvet sky. IT* sat forward intently. Chicago— Maywood! And ahead of sche dule, owing to his accident and this strange airplane. Rogers must he on the route between here and Cleveland, having had to refuel at the latter place. He was ahead! But how did the pilot know his destination? he asked him self, as the CX-9 veered south of the city in a wide swoop and made for the air mail field. They reached the field, hovered slowly. Below them, landing lights flooded the ground s soon as the big lights under the wings had picked out the place. There followed an easy, graceful landing which brought a grin of admiration to Jimmy’s ready mouths many r. handful of grain which that thrifty farmer would have thought a foolish waste of valuable food. After the oxen had rested a few minutes, their breathing slowed and they lifted their heads as if ready to go forward again. Matts, who had been walking up and down, beating his arms across his chest to warm himself, climbed back to his seat on the logs and gave the sharp, explosive signal of the ox driver for the start. The oxen lurched forward, their slow, sway ing motion carrying the sled ir resistibly over the tops of the rough IV They bumpea to a stop, and he leaned forward eager ly, waiting for his companion to turn around. Mechanics were running toward the big ship from several points near by. Jimmy waited for the motors to be shut off. Hut there seemed no sign of that move. The helmet and goggles of his rescuer remained in place; the motor idled, but the propeller never stopped turning. Frowning, with a quick glance over the field which was awakening to life, he started to climb forward. In the same instant, he was aware of a hand being thrust toward him, and lie accepted from his pilot a grimy note. Leaping from the cockpit, puzzled he stopped and read: You’ve made it. Good luck —and watch! lie looked up with surprise Why couldn’t the man speak 1 Why didn’t the motors stop? But the pilot had turned away, ns though no longer interested. Certainly, lie told himself, his business was known—“You’ve made it.”—That meant that his rescuer knew what he had intended doing. This landing —here, at his destination—! It was all extremely puzzling. The pilot was leaning over the farther side of the cockpit, as though Jimmy had been for gotten. While the latter stood there dubiously, a mechanic touched him on the arm and he swung about. “Mr. Rogers—or Mr. Bran don?” “Brandon.” That s your plane, sir. It a waiting.” Jimmy nodded thoughtfully and followed the outstretched finger to where a second Hom ing Pidgeon lay with its wings outspread under the glare of th floodlights over the landing field. Moodily, with a glance at the trim back of his pilot, he turned away. There would be time, he told himself, to return to this mysterious person and find out what all the mystery meant. Meanwhile, he could prepare to take to the air. Rogers had not yet arrived, and he had learned that afternoon to take advantage of any for tune which might befall him The pilot waiting by the plane he had chartered gave a cheery salute. “Ready?” “All set, Mr. Brandon.” Jimmy hesitated, glancing back to the CX-9. “Do you happen to know who was ex pected in that bird!” he de manded. The pilot shook his head. “Might be two or three people. Hardmuth, some newspaper man, is heading west to-night. Know him?” les, out;— .Jimmy stood thoughtfully. It would be like Ilardmuth to remain incognito They two had been together in Shanghai three yeafs before, for rival newspapers. Or Billy Crane. His jaws clamped together “I’m going to find out,” be said. “I’ll go over to get my bag, an I’ll be ready for the start immediately.” “Righto!” He turned away and hurried hack across the field to where the big ship stood purring at its blocks. As he walked, he glanced instinctively upward, sweeping the dark skies. Rut there was no sign of Roger’s ship, if it was carrying lights The pilot seat of the C'X-9. however, was empty when he reached it. Jimmy swore. There was no sign of its occupant anywhere. He turned to the nearest mechanic. “Where’s the pilot gone?” The fellow shook his head. “Gone, sir? I dunno.” (TO BE CONTINUED) TEMPERANCE STORY Shanghai. (UP)—Tommy Dixon, hotel bar manager, gave heed to a hard luck story told him by a beach comber. Dixon gave the man $5 Shanghai currency. The beachcomber, according to his own story, spent $4 for liquor and the remaining dollar for a race ticket. He won $4,300, Shanghai currency, and insisted on giving Dixon half. Dixon accepted. Dixon is an American and comes from Boston, Mass. ridges in the road and through the deep snowdrifts in the hollows. CUBANS TO VISIT U. S. Havana, Cuba. (UP)—Three par ties of Cuban public school teach ers will leave early this month on a combined pleasure and instructional excursion of the United States. One group will visit Niagara Falls ' and the New England states, an other will go to Washington. D. C., and the third, numbering $300. will tour Florida cities. InAidlng Tam pa, Miami, Palm Beach, Daytona and Key West. CURE FOR CRIME POSSIBLE, SAYS Surgeon Believes Criminal Instincts Can Be Eliminated BY DR. SERGE VOItONOFF London, (UP)—Those criminal* whose instincts are due to a dis ease which proves amenable to gland graft treatment should be benefited and in some cases cured by submitting to a thyroid graft. The theory whereby the gland of a monkey could be made to becomo the Sherlock Holmes of a campaign to stamp out crime Ls fascinating. It is based on the admitted fact that disease ls responsible for much of the world’s criminality. Such for Instance ls the case in many horrible crimes where perverted actions have been readily traced solely to a weak mind In other cases, however, the crim inal instinct is often traced to atavism or even to contamination by immoral or otherwise debased surroundings and living conditions. To graft a monkey's thyroid gland on a healthy man by hunger, would be quite useless. Nor would It be possible to cure a man's crim inal instincts by one of my opera tions If those Instincts wr.e ac quired by him through the bad example of criminal near-to-kin. It is safe to say, however that If a career of crime could be traced exclusively to feenle-mindednes* and that the state of the criminal’s mind could in turn be traced to a diseased condition of his thyroid gland, then an absolute cure would be obtained by grafting a healthy thyroid in place of the deficient I gland. Would Try It JL Have: liu u uau to perform a thyroid graft upon a known criminal, yet I would at tempt the experiment willingly. 1 am confident that if his criminal tendency were due to the bad func tioning of his gland. I could effect his complete cure with just as much ease as I restore intelligence to perfect imbeciles in the same cir cumstances. In fact I see no reasons wny tha use of monkey glands should not become frequent in future attempts to stamp out crime. I believe that it would be one step farther than that which is being taken nowadays in certain parts of the world. In these places, before a certain typo of criminal Is released from prison, an operation is performed upon him with the object of preventing him from having offspring. The opera tion of course fulfills its immediate object. But the criminal inclina tions of the patient remain unhin dered If in appropriate cases, tha prisoners were subjected to gland graft, not only would any children they might have probably be frea from criminal tendency but the pa tient himself would be restored to * the outside w'orld as a normal in dividual. I remember once reading an ar ticle in which the writer suggested that with the opening of the era of gland transplantation, there came a golden opportunity for crim inals to buy back their past. They could, it was suggested, offer their thyroid gland to hospitals In order that feebleminded children of poor parents should be operated on and restored to mental nealth. open vO l.nnitoYcisj The idea is one which could pave the way to a great controversy. What, for Instance, should the giver receive in exchange for his sacri fice? Freedom? If he were a con firmed habitual criminal would It mean releasing him to a renewal of his lift or criminal exploits? If his habit was due to mental disease, then might the disease possibly be transmitted to the child and the child, as a result, become crim inally intelligent? If he waa healthy of both body and mind and his crimes were merely the result of bad example received In youth, then might the child to whom his rland might be given become a criminal through atavism? I do not agree that there would be any danger along these lines. No more than a rejuvenated man or woman becomes like a monkey or forms the habits of monkeys as a result of gland graft. There Is simply no necessity for using hu man glands to rejuvenate either the bodies of the otherwise healthy or the minds of imbeciles or crim inals. As long as monkeys are ob tainable, surely it would be worth the price of one of them to perform the desired operation. Q. How long have the Cook’s Tours been in existence? II. T. A. This system of travel was or iginated bv Thomas Cook in 1841. In June of that vear a large meet ing was to bo hold at Loughborough in England, and in connection with this movement. Cook was struck with the idea of getting the Mid land Counties Railway company o run a special train from Leicester, for the meeting Th° company con sented and this Is believed to be tits first, publlclv advertised excursion in England. Cook was subsequently urged to organize smilar partle' Jake Is. From Answers. John: Alas, nobody knows my sorrow. Jake: I didn't even know you were married. -1..■— Q. What are lend-a-hand clubs? O. E A. They are organizations for young people established in 1871 tor religious, philanthropies!, and so cial purposes. The name is taken from Edward Everett Hale* story 'Ten Times One is Ten." "'lie clubs have a common badge, a Maltese cross wtth the inscription “In His Name," but each arranges its own . consttution.