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Beauty Secrets of Beautiful Women
Drink Buttermilk, and Don't Cry, Says Smiling Dorothy Brenner
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TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
Something gripped Allan's heart
like a steel band.
"You do not mean to say that the
public opinion of the world would tol
erate the utter abandonment of the
enterprise after all the money and ef
fort that has* gone into it?” he cried.
Uoyd nodded slowly.
**What I mean to say is something
very much to that effect,” he replied,
gravely. "I do not know—T do not
think that it will always be so; but
that is undoubtedly the feeling to
day.”
“But I can't believe it!” Allan in
sisted.
“Yet, the explanation is simple and
clear,” said Mr. Lloyd. "Until the tun
nel is actually completed and in op
eration it is a money-devouring lia
bility and in no sense an asset. We
have had stroke after stroke of bad
luck. There is a sort of superstition
in many minds that the tunnel will
never be finished, no matter ■ *how
much is put in or how much money
is sunk.”
"But I don’t see how we can he wire
of this without at least making the
effort! ”
"There is some justice in that.” con
ceded the financier, "but I can assuie
you that you can take my word for
what I say. Here is one of the best
indications—there is no trading at all
in Tunnel securities.”
The expression of Allan’s face in
dicated that he did not understand
how this proved anything.
"You see, Mr. Allan, there are a
number of men who make a good liv
ing on the Stock Exchange—fortunes
often—by determining accurately
what public opinion is on a given
matter. Now, if there were any re
mote possibility that the public would
demand a resumption of the tunnel
digging or that the public could be
induced to finance it, these men wouid
be quietly buying up securities, which
have practically no market value to
day.
The Reason.
"Men who have the securities now
are for the most part investors, not
speculators. They have not sold them
to the speculators, simply because
the speculators won’t buy at any
price. To get rid of them they wound
litb^ally have to give them away. So
there is no trading in tunnel stock
at all.”
"But if we began operations on thf
smaller scale that I suggested—if
among the .big financiers we could
raise the money necessary for a start,
wouldn’t it turn the current of public
opinion in our favor aga>n?” demand
ed Allan.
“On the contrary.” returned the
other, "if the people’s money is i\v
build the tunnel the people’s money
must do it. To raise a sum—no
matter how large—for limited work
would be a transparent bluff, a con
fession of weakness. We must eith r
go ahead at full blast—or stand still.”
"And it is not possible to go ahead
at full blast?”
"I am sorry to say that it is quite
impossible." declared Lloyd.
Allan was silent for a full minute
trying to rally his line of attack,
hopelessly shattered by this blow.
“What dp you think of it vour»eif.
Mr. Lloyd?” he asked at last. “D >
you believe in the tunnel?”
“Absolutely.” was the instant re
ply. “1 more than believe in the tun
nel. Mr. Allan—I believe in you. But
the pubiic, unfortunate’y. does not.
And we must wait—wait.”
It was on the tip of Allan’s tongue
to say something about faith with
out works, but he wisely held him
self in. He knew Lloyd and his as
sociates could finance the whole of
the work that remained to be done, if
they were willing to risk their pri
vate fortunes; but he could not sug
gest this plan: the offer must come
voluntarily from their side. s
*****
The conference with TJoyd wa*
held on a November evening. Two
days later Allan went quietly to
Europe, despair in his heart. His
goings and comings were unnoted
save for an occasional line or two In
a metropolitan paper. New names
and new enterprises were before the
world'. MacKendree Allan was as
dead as his tunnel. In the spring he
returned to Tunnel City, but no one
paid anv attention to the fact. This
is a little less than the truth. One
person noted the J act with much in
terest. She was Ethel Lloyd.
Her father ha. spoken to Allan of
his daughter’s admiration for him.
This strange, beautiful and powerful-
minded young woman did not think
of her feeling for Allan as admira
tion. It was characteristic that she
was honest with herself, though hon
est with others, sometimes, only when
it suited her convenience. She knew
that she loved him. She also knew,
with the sublime egoism of the truly
great, that the man she loved could
not have in him the elements of fail
ure. She was certain that Allan
would build the tunnel as she was of
the tides and the sunrise. If he need
ed her help, that was only a part of
the plan. The big thing was that
somehow, some way, he would win.
T HERE was jnuch of the primi
tive in Ethel Lloyd. She did
not rise to the heights of ail-
sacrificing love in her love for Allan.
She loved him and she wanted him:
she played accordingly. At the same
time she knew that he did not love
her. She felt that he cared more for
her than any living woman, but sho
knew it was not love. 1
No Reply.
She waited p few weeks longer for
him to call, but he gave no sign that
he was even alive. Then she wrot* 1
him a cordial note, saying that sh
knew he had returned, hoped that ne
w r ould have called on them by this
time and asked him to come to see
them.
There was no rep’v. She was at
first shocked, then angry and th*n
amused. Then she ordered her fa
ther’s private detective agency to find
out positively if Allan was in Tun
nel City and what he was doing
there.
The report was that Allan was
working every day in the tunnel. Ho
lived in absolute seclusion and did
not receive a single visitor of any
sort or for any purpose. He eouid
not be reached only through O’Mal
ley, and as O’Malley had orders that
he was not to be reached at all, this
was not much nelp. A love of adven
ture stirred in her. Allan had mad*
up his mind not to see her. Very well
—she would see him In spite of him-
selfT
Prom the detectives she learned
the hour when Allan was always to
be found in the administration build
ing—that is to say. he was there, but
not to be found. She motored down
to Tunnel City and timed her visit
carefully, so as to reach the admin
istration building when Allan would
certainly be in.
Dressed in a magnificent motoring
costume, she presented herself before
the impassive O’Malley. SJhe had seen
him at the time of Allan’s trial and
knew r him by reputation, but he had
never been presented. He, of course,
knew her by sight, and when she.
came into his office he rose and
bowed with the greatest courtesy.
"You are Mr. O’Malley?” she smiled
sweetly upon him. “I am Ethel Lloyd.
I feel that I know you—have known
you for a long time.” And she held
out her hand.
O’Malley, who. though an Irishman,
did not pride himself on his ease with
women, mumbled some reply to the
compliment and asked with some un
easiness:
"Is there anything I can do for you.
Miss Lloyd?”
"Indeed, you can!” she assured him,
with a bubbling laugh. “T am very
anxious to see Sir. Allan.”
A Fib.
O’Malley looked more uncomfort
able than ever.
"I am very' sorry. Miss Lloyd, but
Mr. Allan is not here just now.’’ he
said.
The young woman expressed a sur
prise that was not all feigned.
“I think you must be mistaken. Mr.
O’Malley. T had definite assurance
that Mr. Allan would be here at this
hour.”
Tt was very cleverly worded. It im
plied fiat she had an appointment with
Allan, but did not say so in a« many
words. For an instant she believed
that O’Malley would fall into the trap,
but he did not.
“I’m very sorry.” he said again,
“but there must be some mistake
about it. Mr. Allan isn’t here.’’
He did not know that the visitor
knew he was lying, but the expres
sion of her great eyes was enough to
add to his embarrassment without
that knowledge.
“But I am certain." she said slowly
and with sudden coldness. "1 am cer
tain that he must be here."
‘ I can not compel you to believe
me. Miss Lloyd." he said, with some
coldness on his side. “But I can not
produce Mr. Allan when he is not
here.”
"Where is he?” she demanded sud
denly.
To Be Continued To-morrow.
••Buttermilk
is my very pet
panacea for what
ever ails me—
and Huttermilk
never fails me!
I never let my
self get very fat—
but when I find
myself plus about
eight or ten un
desirable pounds
I proceed to go
on the buttermilk
treatment. Two
quarts a day suf
fice to feed me
and supply me
with drinkables,
and never a drop
or a crumb of
any other re
freshment do I
permit myself.
„ 7v«. ' ;
r /1 ; ,
;
For two weeks 1
live on my
allowance of two
quarts of but
termilk per day.
I have no stated
time for drinkina
It—just when
ever I am thirsty
I indulge in a
glass—also when
ever I am hun
gry. After the
first day or two
it is not hard
to deny yourself
food, and at the
end of two weeks
I am eight pounds
thinner and much
clearer as to com
plexion than when
I started on the
•cure.’ ”
At the Mercy of the Air
By CONSTANCE BURLEIGH.
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CHINESE DREAMS T0 - DAYS COMPLETE SHORT STORY
“L
ITAIPE, the poet, has fallen a
victim to the moon!”
When the mandarin had
pronounced these strange words, he
rested his chin in his hand,
x A victim of the moon? In India,
I have heard, moonstrokes are con
sidered worse than sunstrokes, and
that when you walk in the garden in
the evening you always carry a
moor.shade. Was this what the man
darin meant? I was waiting to hear.
But my august friend, the man
darin, began to sway back and forth
rhythmically while he sang these
verses:
"The moon ascends to the heart of
the nocturnal sky and rests there
filled with love.
“Across the shining sea glides the
soft evening breeze and kisses the
delighted waves.
"Oh. what beautiful harmonies
arise from the meeting of elements
created to unite!
"But the things created to unite so
very seldom do unite.”
How? Has not the music of poetry
been forgotten in China? Has not
the lyre of the Chinese Orpheus been
broken? Alas! it is only too true.
Even in China nobody dreams anv
more. The bacchantes of progress
rush by and disturb the careless
dreamer who looks behind him in the
moonlight.
"There is a way of reaching even
the moon.” he murmured.
•"Who ever reached there?”
The Legend.
A wizard, or rather a saint, had
Ibng been dwelling at court. One
beautiful summer night, when th©
full moon was bathing the landscape
In its silvery light, the Emperor, who
was walking with the saintly man,
admired the bewitching light which
fell on the leaves glittering with the
diamonds of the dew and on the rush
ing river and th© foaming cascades.
Then he looked up at the twinkling
stars and sighed because they were
so far away, so beautiful and still so
unattainable. His companion, who
guessed his thoughts, said to him.
"Do you want to rise with me to the
moon?”
The Emperor looked at him for a
moment in surprise and then said: "I
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understand What you want to say.
Your intellect, which is superior to
my common mind, is able to fly ahead
of me on the paths of thought, but to
lengthen the fetters is not the same
as to set the prisoner free, and tve
shall not get very far."
"Oh, Lord, you do not understand
me at all,” the wizard exclaimed; I
mean that we are to fly up to the
moon fully conscious of everything
that we meet and see.”
“1 will not permit even a saint to
mock me,” said the Son of Heaven.
But the saint slowly opened his fan,
threw it up into the air and sate
“Look that way.” ...
The fan remained suspended in tne
air and the creases of the paper
formed a stairway which reached all
the way up to the moon. The Em
peror titrew up his hands in amaze
ment.
The Ascent.
“Have you the courage to accom
pany me now? A ruler must be de
void of fear, and. besides, the stairs
are brosM and comfortable.”
The saint already 1*1 climbed over
the railings of the pi iilion: he held
out his hand to the Son of Heaven, |
who followed him. and almost with- i
out anv effort they began to ascend, j
Soon thev had passed the palace j
walls, the three glittering streams. |
the eight branches of the river which
surrounded the waits of the city.
Shortly afterward the city disap
peared in the distance. More and
more indistinct mountains, plains and
cities passed by the wanderers, who
kept on ascending, bathed in light.
"What part of the country- is under
neath us now?” asked the Emperor,
looking dow-n.
"We are passing the frontier of
Tientschi.” said the saint; "the moun
tains of the we't are disappearing,
and now we are above another prov
ince.”
”1 know very well that I am dream
ing,” said the’ Emperor, "and still it
seems to me that I am awake. What
I see is only a dream picture, but to
morrow you will try to persuade me
it was real and that I did not dream
at all. But how will you prove it to
me?”
“Hare you anything with you. O
Lord, the like of which nobody else
possesses?”
"In my belt I have two gold coins:
they were coined at the mint this
morning, and there are no others like
them in the world."
The Coins.
"Now I know exactly above which
part of your empire we are. We will
throw the two gold coins down the
stairs, and we will surely find them
again.”
The next morning when the Em
peror awoke in his palace
"What! Does the story end thus?
What about his arrival in the moon
and the wonderful things he saw”"
“Alas, I did not accompany them
on the voyage." said the mandaiin.
• All 1 ran tell is that the gold opine
were found more than 100 Chinese
mile* from the city, but I am told
tiiat in the moon ail the dreams of
the poets have been realized and that
their beauty surpasses all understand
ing.”
■ But can not you tell at least how
Litaipe was destroyed by the moon?”
“Oh. everybody knows that. One
evening t' • poet ate his evening meal
on the r • :\ The air was unusually
clear anu the water so transparent
that you could not see it at all. Far
down in its depths the moon was
glistening just as the sky, and there
were as many stars below as above.
Litaipe leaned over the edge of the
boat and stared longingly down into
the depth. ’In the unknown,’ he said,
there is neither height nor depth.
The moon is calling me. and tells me
that when 1 reach it, it does not mat
ter whether I go up or down.’ At
this moment a wonderful harmony
filled the air, a breeze floated across
the river and two young gods earn
ing silken banners stood before the
poet. They had been sent from the
ruler of the Heaven to conduct him
to his place in the heavenly regions.
A dolphin came swimming up to the
boat, and Litaipe mounted its back
and, preceded by the diving youths,
he slowly vanished in the deep.”
"Perhaps your great poet was sim
ply intoxicated and fell into the
river.”
The august mandarin shook his
head as if he did not hear, and a fur
row of sorrow came upon his fore
head. The airy foam of the cham
pagne had vanished, and with it the
images of a beautiful past.
A cloud passed across the moon.
Will it open? Will the fan of the
wizard once more form a broad stair
way to the luminous disc? The moon
which science now brings within a
few meters distance is no longer the
moon of the poets, the dreams of
imagination fly before the dissecting
knife of the scientist. And with Li
taipe we must in the depths of the
river look for all the beautiful images
which found their tomb there with
the youth of the world.
Bv LILIAN LAUFERTY.
x -r TilEN Dorothy Brenner smiles
V Y and golden hair glints to an ac
companiment of dimples and
white j-eeth and bubbling joy you do not
analyze Beamy—you just enjoy it. Bui.
merry-hearted Dorothy Brenner can an
alyze and tabulate for you just how to
be cheerful and keep cheerful, and to .
keep watchful eye on skin and figure- |
on digestion and disposition alike.
Miss Brenner and Harry Carroll are
playing "The Little Song Shop" on the
Klein circuit under the management of
Max Hart, and of course we all like
to know just how our favorite enter
tainers keep their figures and maintain
a high average of complexion and of
cheerfulness, come rain or come sun
shine. "Buttermilk.” says Miss Bren
ner. "and cry w’hen you feel like it.”
Worth investigating anil i>articular
izing a bit w r hen you come to lactic fer
ment and lachrymal glands
cheerful proximity!
said Miss Brenner:
Her Very Pet.
•Buttermilk is my very pet pana
cea fer whatever ails me—and butter
milk never fails me! I never let myself
get very fat—but when 1 find myself
plus about eight or ten undesirable
pounds I proceed to go on a buttermilk
treatment. Two quarts a day suffice
I to feed me and supply me with drinka
bles* and never a drop or a crumb of
any- other refreshment do 1 permit my
self. For two weeks I live on my
allowance of two quarts of buttermilk
per day. I have no stated time fo-
drlnkink it —just whenever I am thirsty
I indulge in a glass—also whenever I
am hungry. After the first day or two
it is not hard to deny .yourself food,
and at the end of two weeks I am 8
pounds thinner and much clearer as to
complexion than when I started on the
‘cure.’ When I go off the buttermilk
diet. 1 do not plunge into heavy eat-
\ /. j
*/ !
in such
To particularize—
Miss Dorothy Brenner.
zles and curdle.- and ravels at the ends
—if any one article in the world nHi
do all three things! Anyway, even a
perfectly good disposition will go back
on the owner now and then! And a girl
generally feels called upon to keep her
self above par; to smile however she
feels—to smii£ so earnestly that ‘her
noble expression aches;’ to smile until
she wonders if she can ever untangle
her real feelings from the expression-
garment she has put on her poor, tired
face.
"Does that help her disposition and
character? IT DOES NOT. It curdles
all the milk-and-honey sweetness in her
I nature. I say—express your feelings; if
you are blue and don’t know why. or
. discouraged and do know why, go off
by yourself where you can’t annoy the
neighbors or worry your mother over I
what ails y ou. and just cry it out. Cry I
it out once for all. and then forget it. 1
Cry it out and have /1 over with. Don’t
be fcorry for yourself—notice what a fine
old world it is how it lets you go off
and have a little April shower ocular
demonstration, and then how glad every
thing looks w’hen you look at It through
a smile. Allow yourself two or three
good cries a year if you need them—
and never exceed j*our allowance, or for
get that the sun has to shine a little
harder always after a shower. So aft^r
you have had your cry out all by- your
self. remember that you owe yourself
and the world a lot of smiles to make
up for those weak weeps!"
There is a lot of philosophy iri that
if y’ou will think it over, and just ex
actly follow directions—but following
directions means that you weep in pri
vate and turn to the world ami Its peo
ple a smiling face. Can you do it?
HERE you are. Sis. that is
Ronald Clavering, the tall
chap with the bronzed face
talking to aunt.”
Cecelia Travers looked across the
room, and at that moment the deep gray
eyes belonging to the bronzed face met
hers. Cecil, as she was familiarly
called, blushed and turned away, and
her usually well-regulated heart beat
violently.
"Isn’t he a fine looking chap?" pur
sued Jack Travers. "And he is just as
splendid as he looks, the bravest and
most daring aviator in England. And
he won the ”
“1 know everything he has done." in
terrupted his sister eagerly. "He is
just grand, and I’ve always longed to
see him."
This was Cecil’s twenty-first birth
day. and Mrs. Denton. Cecil’s aunt, was
giving a dinner party in her honor.
She now came over to them.
"Jack, will you take Miss Marsh in
to dinner? Cecil, dear. 1 have paired
you off with Mr. Clavering. I know'
you are crazy about aviation, though
1 dqp’t suppose 3'oU will get him to say
much about his own exploits. He is so
terribly modest!”
Cecil looked up rather resentfully at
her companion. She told herself she
hated him, and felt angry that his voice
and a glance from his eyes had power
to set her heart heating furiously and
make her blush like a flapper. And
Ronald Clavering, the woman hater,
found himself watching her sw r eet face
with more than ordinary interest. Find
ing how enthusiastic she was about the
navigation of the air. he patiently an
swered her many questions, and ex
plained all he could to her..
A few days later Cecil sat sketching,
and, as she w'orked. one face would come
between her and her drawing board—a
bronzed face, with deep, gray eyes. An
angry little frown puckered her fore
head..
"I hate him—I do!" she said to her
self.
“What Is It, Jack?"
At last she pushed her work impa
tiently away, and sat staring dreamily
before her. A sudden exclamation from
Jack, who was reading the paper, made
her look up..
"What is it. Jack!"
"You remember Mr. Clavering who
took you in to dinner on your birth
day?"
Cecil’s cheeks burned at the mention
of the man who had been filling her
thoughts.
"Yes, I remember him. Well, what
about him?”
"Oh, it only says here that he is going
to take passengers for flights at $50
each from Peaham aerodrome this aft
ernoon, and each day this w'eek. the
money to go to a fund for the widows
and children of the heroes of that ter
rible mine disaster." Cecil glanced up.
her heart beating rapkPy. "Then I’m
going up with him." she said firmly’.
A Talk to the Engaged Girl
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
W HAT shall a girl say when
receives an engagement r
I,..* ,
hen
rin (
Well, now. what do you
think of a question like that?
Who gave you the ring, little sis
ter. and what did you think when he
gave it to you? Do you love him.
were you 90 happy you could scarcely
breathe?
Well. then, why didn’t you say so.
and be done with it?
1 you say, how shall you
proper, is that right?
What
act; is lii
The heart is the best judge w hen
it comes to things like this.
What have you done to your heart
mg and overtax my digestion, but then J—frozen it up solic reading a lot vf
I don’t believe in very hearty eating. 1 rtuff about \ hat is “the proper thing"
anyway'. For breakfast, fruit, coffee and ; what >r-*n i done, and who oug it
• *""<*• • <?«.* * •>»<“ : thuus^liil
and a sandwich, and dinner, a simple, wor |,j be hungins in the balance?
repast of the supepr variety. That is aj Etiquette—what etiquette is there
good all-the-while custom for the eat- j about* being engaged?
A shark's egg is one of the oddest-
looking things imaginable. It is un
provided with shell, but the contents
are protected by a thick, leathery
coveting, almost as elastic as india
rubber. The average size is two
inces by two and th»**»e-quarter
inches, and it is almost jet black.
The average height of the heavy-
rain cloud is 1.680 yards; of the deli
cate, fleecy cloud, 9,760 yards.
Only 73 in 1,000 letters delivered
in the United Kingdom come from
abroad.
Clippings from masculine heads of
hair are used for making strainers
through which ay mp3 ate clarified.
Wine is sometimes
potatoes.
made from
ing department
About Crying.
‘ My next use of buttermilk is exter
nal application I use it on my face and
throat. Pfrst, I wash very thoroughly
with hot water and pure castile soap.
Next comes a careful drying process and
then I take a bit of cotton or soft cloth
and put buttermilk over my face and
throat: ae soon as one aplication has
dried 1 go over the surface again. Ten
or fifteen minutes are allowed to pass
and then I give my face a liberal wash-
What do you think you’ll do when
>'Ou come to die—ask some one to
read an etiquette book to tell you
how to .shut your eyes and bid fare
well to this vain world?
When titty put your first baby in
your arms, how in the world will you
know how to act unless some Mrs.
Grundy is there to tell you?
What! Shocking! Ob. yes, of
course, babies are dreadfully shock
ing, aren’t they, and mo is life and so
is death and so is love and so a re
lots and lots of things, but they are
real just the same. And so, why
don't you meet them like a real worn-
man and not like some little, painted,
Ing and splashing in cold water. At •Jointed doll that has to wait till you
„ , . f , ,, pinch her even to sav Mama or
the end of that time I feel as well as , !? papa .. „ er „ queakv | itU e artificial
1 look and look as well as I feel—and > vo j ce
both effects are very satisfactory. But j What must you sav when he gives
termilk is cheap, easy to get at any
neighboring milk depot, and as It Is a
foe to fat and to digestive troubles and
a friend to skin and complexion, work
ing from the inside and the outside for
the inutuaJ benefit of both—I feel safe
in saying: ‘No family should be with
out it.’
"And now about crydng: 1 flon’t care
how wonderful a disposition a girl is
heir to, there a4e times when it fraz-
you the ring, dear heart, what must
you say when he’s sick and wants
you to hold his hand and make him
something good to eat and pull down
the shade and make <he room comfy
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and read him something to send him
to sleep?
What must you say when you am
he stay up ali night watching for tm
dawn to tell you whether Mhe’s going
to live or not?—the little girl you
boih love dearlv.
What must y ou do when somebody
tries to la'kt him away from you am
your heart is breaking and you don’
really know whether he cares or not!
What are you. little sister, any
how: a girl —a real live girl—or jus
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the fate of a nation depended on it'
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say what you mean—and stop think
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Consolation.
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suffer a great deal with my eyes."
“Everybody does, madam.’ replie
the fussy old M.D., "but you woul
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* The afternoon proved dull and rather
• rough, and not many’ people seemed
I anxious for aerial honors, though very
I large crowds had assembled when Jack
and Cecil appeared.
On account of the contrariness of the
wind it was late before they marie
start. Cecil's heart throbbed with
wild excitement as she took her place
In the machine with seeming calmness.
There was a deafening noise from the
engine, and then the monoplane rose
with 1 he gra**e ond swiftness of a bird.
At first Cecil felt as though she must
scream for It seemed a Q if the breath
was being forced out of her body and
she must surely die.
But that feeling soon passed off. and
a sense of glorious exhilaration took its
place as they rose higher and higher,
till the cheering waving crowds became
mere specks below them. Soon they
had risen sufficiently high, the wind
dropped and they went out over the
water.
"All right?” shouted Clavering. And
Cecil called back:
"Yes. it’s fine."
On they went, skimming through the
air. high above the tossing waters:
then suddenly,they seemed to get caught
tn a wind eddy, and the plane swung
right around.
"Keep calm—hold tight!” roared
Clavering, and Cecil saw that the
bronzed face was set and anxious.
For some time they fougnt a grim
battle with the blustering wind; then
•ame a short, sharp exclamation from
Ronald, ar jarring of the machinery,
and the aeroplane rocked violently.
Something was evidently very wrong,
but a calm, cool courage took pos-
ession of Cecil. Now was the time to
how that women have grit as tvell as
•nen!
"The steering gear's gone wrong!"
houted Clavering. wondering how
mch he should tell his passenger.
“1 thought something was up." re
lied Cecil calmly. “Is it serious?"
>rifting.
The aviator looked at her admiringly.
A sudden dow-n ward swerve stopped
my further conversation, and for a
on g time Clavering was busily en
raged doing his best to control the
eroplane. which tossed about at the
iercy of the wind. Cecil was getting
cold and cramped. She knew they
must have been in the air a long tim%
for darkness was threatening to set in}
yet. strangely enough, she felt no fear %
though she was sure they were drifting
to death, but she did not care wha*
happened so long as that stern, bravg
figure was with rier.
Ah, how little she had thought her ad*
venture would turn out like this! Shg
had intended to get home quickly, un
observed, directly she found herself bacl*
in the aerodrome grounds; and now v
“We are nearing the land!" Claver
ing’s voice broke in on her reverie*
"There is a chance after all ”
The rest of his sentence was carried
away by a violent gust of wind which
tossed them about; then Cecil saw the
long, low line of the shore. The plan*
made a swift, vicious swoop. They wer#
falling! t
"Look out!" she heard Ronald’s ehort*
sharp words. Then came a terrific
crash. She struggled hard not to lose
consciousness as she saw Clavering
standing over her and heard his voice:
“Saved by a miracle! I came down
as gently as I could. Are you hart?*
he asked anxiously, as she did nog
speak, and he helped her gently to her
feet. “You're a brick. Miss Travers!
you had not kept up your courage 90
splendidly I might have lost my own
nerve."
Cecil blushed deeply, as she recovered
consciousness, to find herself in Claver-
lug's arms.
"Ah, that's better! What a fright yon
have given me!" he exclaimed. Shn
tried to sit up. but he still held her. *
"Take it easy—ymi’d best keep qul«l|
a bit. The shock has been too mucfci
for you. And I will get ^'ou home <H<*
rectly you are able."
His clasp of her tightened, and ther*
was no mistaking the emotion in hi*
voice. Cecil looked up into the gray*
eyes, no longer stern, but with an ex
pression of wonderful tenderness in theig
depths, and suddenly, she scarcely knew
why, she burst into a passion of tear*
And Clavering felt that he loved her fog
her w-eakness, even as he had admired
her for her courage.
"Dear little gill, what is the matter?^
he whispered gently-.
"T—I had no right to do it,**
sobbed. "What must you think of me? 1 * |
But it was nearly a fortnight lateg
when he told her what he reallj*
thought. And now the famous aviator’* i
charming wife accompanies him on most j
of his w’onderful flights, but he often
teases her about the first one.
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