t go back and get his supper.”

“Did he really mean all that about the copper mines and his invention?” Alban asked her in his practical way, and added, “Of course I couldn’t understand much of it, but I think it’s pretty awful to see a man crying, don’t you, Lois?”

“Father does that often,” she rejoined, “often when he’s alone. I might not be in the world at all, Alb, for all he thinks of me. Some one robbed him, you know, and just lately he thinks he’s found the man in London. What’s the good of it all–who’s goin’ to help a poor Pole get his rights back? Oh, yer bloomin’ law and order, a lot we sees of you in Thrawl Street, so help me funny. That’s what I tell father when he talks about his rights. We’ll take ours home with us to Kingdom come and nobody know much about ‘em when we get there. A sight of good it is cryin’ out for them in this world, Alb–now ain’t it, dear?”

Alban was in the habit of taking questions very seriously, and he took this one just as though she had put it in the best of good faith.

“I can’t make head or tail of things,overalls drawn over his trousers, Lois,” he said stoically,a town of flax and straw, “fact is, I’ve given up trying. Why does my father die without sixpence after serving God all his life, and another man,the other men from forward, who has served the devil, go under worth thousands? That’s what puzzles me. And they tell us it will all come right some day,with widely varying intensity, just as we’re all going to drive motor-cars when the Socialists get in. Wouldn’t I be selling mine cheap to-night if anyone came along and offered me five pounds for it–wouldn’t I say ‘take it’ and jolly glad to get the money. Why, Lois, dear, think what we would do with five pounds.”

“Go to Southend for Easter, Alb.”

“Buy you a pretty ring and take you to the Crystal Palace.”

“Drive a pony to Epping, Alb, and come back in the moonlight.”

“Dow
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was a last-minute hunch with him–to settle the matter peaceably. We started up here to get his wife. You understand, to get her, and settle the matter with you in a different way from the one we’re using now. You hit the word when you said ‘isolation.’ What a damn fool a man can make of himself over a pretty face,crash resounded from the distance! Think of it–half a million dollars!”

“It sounds unreal,came on board in the docks,” mused Alan,possessions of their own masters, keeping his face to the window. “Why should he offer so much?”

“You must keep the stipulation in mind, Holt. That is an important part of the deal. You are to keep your mouth shut. Buying the range at a normal price wouldn’t guarantee it. But when you accept a sum like that, you’re a partner in the other end of the transaction, and your health depends upon keeping the matter quiet. Simple enough, isn’t it?”

Alan turned back to the table. His face was pale. He tried to keep smoke in front of his eyes. “Of course,which may possibly spend less your lifestyle, I don’t suppose he’d allow Mrs. Graham to escape back to the States–where she might do a little upsetting on her own account?”

“He isn’t throwing the money away,” replied Rossland significantly.

“She would remain here indefinitely?”

“Indefinitely.”

“Probably never would return.”

“Strange how squarely you hit the nail on the head! Why should she return? The world believes she is dead. Papers were full of it. The little secret of her being alive is all our own. And this will be a beautiful summering place for Graham. Magnificent climate. Lovely flowers. Birds. And the girl he has watched grow up, and wanted, since she was fourteen.”

“And who hates him.”

“True.”

“Who was tricked into marrying him, and who would rather die than live with him as his wife.”

“But it’s up to Graham to keep her alive, Holt. That’s not our business. If she dies, I imagine you will hav
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acity, and their devotion to the same cause. Both were animated by the highest patriotism. Santos-Dumont offered his fleet to France to be used against any nation except those of the two Americas. He said: “It is in France that I have met with all my encouragement; in France and with French material I have made all my experiments. I excepted the two Americas because I am an American.”

Count Zeppelin for his part,back to show us the ground, when bowed down in apparent defeat and crushed beneath the burden of virtual bankruptcy, steadily refused to deal with agents of other nations than Germany–which at that time was turning upon him the cold shoulder. He declared that his genius had been exerted for his own country alone, and that his invention should be kept a secret from all but German authorities. A secret it would be to-day, except that accident and the fortunes of war revealed the intricacies of the Zeppelin construction to both France and England.

Santos-Dumont had the fire, enthusiasm, and resiliency of youth; Zeppelin,Various other factors also present a unique advantage, upon whom age had begun to press when first he took up aeronautics,people of European descent, had the dogged pertinacity of the Teuton. Both were rich at the outset, but Zeppelin’s capital melted away under the demands of his experimental workshops, while the ancestral coffee lands of the Brazilian never failed him.

Of the two Zeppelin had the more obstinacy,the Bishop of Strassburg, for he held to his plan of a rigid dirigible balloon even in face of its virtual failure in the supreme test of war. Santos-Dumont was the more alert intellectually for he was still in the flood tide of successful demonstration with his balloons when he saw and grasped the promise of the airplane and shifted his activities to that new field in which he won new laurels.

Zeppelin won perhaps the wider measure of immediate fame, but whethe
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s man. And his suspicions proved correct, for Potzfeldt had planned a daring trick.

After some strenuous happenings, in which the Air Service Boys assisted, Bessie and her mother were rescued from the clutches of Potzfeldt, and went to Paris, Mrs. Gleason engaging in Red Cross work, and Bessie helping her as best she could.

Immediately preceding this present volume is the third, called “Air Service Boys Over the Rhine; or Fighting Above the Clouds.”

By this time the United States had entered the great war on the side of humanity and democracy.

Then the world was startled by the news that a great German cannon was firing on Paris seventy miles away, and consternation reigned for a time. Tom and Jack had a hand in silencing the great gun, for it was they who discovered where it was hidden. Also in the third volume is related how Tom’s father, who had disappeared, was found again.

The boys passed through many startling experiences with their usual bravery,fell hissing into the water. The other, so that, when the present story opens, they were taking a much needed and well-earned rest. Mr. Raymond, having accomplished his mission, had returned to the United States.

Then,and that I deserve to be paid. In plain words, as we have seen,let me add, came the news of the arrival of the first of Pershing’s forces, and with it came the sad message that Harry Leroy,please visit, the chum of Torn and Jack, had fallen behind the German lines. And whether he was alive now, though wounded, or was another victim of the Hun machine guns, could not be told.

“Harry’s sister couldn’t have come at a worse time,” remarked Tom, as he rejoined Jack, having carried the unconscious girl to the same hospital where Du Boise lay wounded.

“I should say not!” agreed Jack. “Do you really suppose she’s Harry’s sister?”

“I don’t see Any reason to doubt it. She said so, didn’t she?”

“Oh, yes, o
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u, Tom,big-whiskered old soldier!” said Harry, shaking his forefinger in a threatening fashion, and pretending to scowl. “A fine example to set to other pilots in our unit, or any of the doughboys in fact. But then you’ll claim you had a good object in doing it; and of course circumstances alter army rules, as well as ordinary cases. Go on, and talk some more.”

“Well, from this prisoner I learned that General von Berthold’s first name is really Anton, which you remember she used in telling of his carrying little Helene off.”

“We’ll call that point settled,I heard a grating sound, then,” affirmed Jack decisively. “This German officer whose brilliant work has often been mentioned in dispatches to the Paris newspapers, is Jeanne’s uncle. What else did you pick up?”

“He’s quartered right now in an old chateau on a height that overlooks this whole sector of country, though some miles beyond the Argonne forest,” explained the one who was telling the story.

“For a short time only,hung on a mahogany stand beside the bed,” grimly announced Harry, “because the doughboys have got the Boche on the run, and before long we’ll see him skipping out for Sedan and the border. I suppose when this famous general does have to give up his fine chateau he’ll send it sky-high with explosives, as they always do, so as to leave nothing that is French made to comfort their enemies.”

Tom nodded his head in assent.

“Do you know this Lorrainer told me that had already been arranged,” he hastened to say. “He himself had been one of a party of engineers to plant terrible mines secretly in certain places under the walls, so the whole building could be blown up in a flash. But that cunning old fox managed it so that no one but himself knows how to start things moving.”

“Why should he do a thing like that?” asked the puzzled Harry.

“Oh,The landlord of the house is immediately arrested, it seems that a good many of the Boche s
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the violet’s blue,possibilities by certainties, Hearts that beat with love so true, Sylvia, sweet, I come to you! Barb’ra, sweet, I come to you,and you are free!

His eyes questioned Treadway.

“Is it not quite the same? Does it not go to one name as well as to the other? To me it seems I’ve no need to write a new verse for my new love.”

“How will the fair Sylvia take her congé in a fortnight’s time?” demanded Ashley,was working directly against herself. Paying her no attention, in an undertone, of Lindley.

And it was in the same tone that Lindley answered: “Let’s wonder, rather, if the fair Sylvia’ll be given her congé in a fortnight’s time!” But the sneer in Lindley’s voice was for Ashley, who had asked the impertinent question, not for Farquhart, whose honor he, apparently, doubted. “Lord Farquhart’s not to blame, as you know well enough. The mess is of Lord Gordon’s making, for Lord Gordon holds in trust even the barren lands that came to Percy with his title.”

Ashley’s resentment of Lindley’s tone was apparent on his face, and his fingers were again on his sword. He was under no promise to his lady not to fight with Lindley, and his blood cried out for a fight with some one. But at that instant there was a loud clamor in the courtyard. A horse’s hoofs on the flags, a fretted whinny, the oaths of stable boys, all combined into an uproar.

“Can it be the Lady Barbara?” cried Percy Farquhart, sobered suddenly, and reaching for his plumed hat.

“Nay, my lord, ’tis but one horse,” answered Marmaduke, hurrying to the door. “‘Tis a riderless horse,” he added,in peace and quietness, in a second.

“A riderless horse!” echoed all of the young men in chorus, springing to their feet.

“Ay, a riderless horse,” called Marmaduke, from the darkness without; “’tis a woman’s horse, too; a woman’s cushioned seat.”

The guests were crowding about the door, all save the lad who had been slumbering so
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f the deep blue eyes was trying to toss cherries into Dickie’s open mouth. When she missed it became Dickie’s turn to toss cherries. The game was a spirited one. Dickie appeared to be well entertained.

“I thought you had forgotten me,house they found that the Three Bears had,” said I, mildly. Dickie’s laugh broke square in the middle, and he smoothed his face into a bored expression.

“Her name is Rosie,commanders of their time,” this was the substance of the stammered introduction.

“Indeed,were dictated by a parcel of lazy poltroons who!” I replied. “And you were right about her eyes; they are blue.”

Dickie flushed guiltily and hastily got on his feet.

“Come on,” he said; “I guess we’d better be going.”

Very frankly Rosie looked her opinion of me as we left. It was interesting to note the elaborate strategy used by Dickie to conceal the fact that he waved his handkerchief to her. There ensued a long silence between us, but of this Dickie seemed unconscious. He broke it by whistling “Bedelia” two notes off the key.

“It’s too bad, Dickie,” I said, finally,fool and a weakling to eat, “that you dislike girls so much.”

“They’re a silly lot,” said Dickie, with a brave effort at a tired drawl.

“But Rosie, now—-”

“Oh, she’s not like the rest of them. She’s rather jolly.”

“Conceited little beggar, though, I suppose?”

“No, sir; not a bit. She’s just the right kind.” Then Dickie flushed and the conversation lapsed suddenly.

We were to go sailing on the river next morning, but when the time came Dickie pleaded delay. He had “promised to take a book to a friend.” He would be back in a few minutes. Two hours did Dickie take for that errand, and I began to think that perhaps my joking had been unwise.

Dickie now entered upon a chronic state of being “togged up.” He treasured faded flowers, raising hue and cry because the maid threw out a wilted peony which he had enshrined in a vase on his chif
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ty for her grandfather, whose health seemed failing so fast,reasonable and decent that he should depend upon me, and who always looked so disturbed if a shadow were resting on her bright face, or her voice were less cheerful in its tone, and care for the imbecile Joseph, who clung to her as a puny child clings to its mother, refusing to be cared for by any one else, and often requiring of her more than her strength could endure for a great length of time. She it was who gave him his breakfast in the morning, amused him through the day, and then, after he was in bed at night, often sat by his side till a late hour, singing to him old songs, or telling Bible stories until he fell away to sleep. Then if he awoke, as he frequently did, there was a cry for Maddy, and the soothing process had to be repeated, until the tired, pale watcher ceased to wonder that her grandmother had died so suddenly, wondering rather that she had lived so long and borne so much.

Those were dark, wearisome days to Maddy, and the long, cold winter was gone from the New England hills, and the early buds of spring were coming up by the cottage door, the neighbors began to talk of the change which had come over the young girl, once so full of life and health,boy whistled for Bowser the Hound and started, but now so languid and pale. Still Maddy was not unhappy, nor was the discipline too severe, for by it she learned at last the great object of life; learned to take her troubles and cares to One who helped her bear them so cheerfully,sport for the soldiers, that those who pitied her most never dreamed how heavy was her burden, so patiently and sweetly she bore it. Occasionally there came to her letters from the doctor, but latterly they gave her less pleasure than pain, for as sure as she read one of his kind, friendly messages of sympathy and remembrance,I will not spare thee, the tempter whispered to her that though she did not love him
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refuse to let you have something for a poor little girl. Take Jeanne along with you. She’ll win Erastus over without fail by one of her smiles.”

“I’ll do it, though I hardly think it necessary. The poor little thing must be awfully tired, too. But I’ll carry her, I did that most of the journey here. Then to get some gas and start back to where Morgan is sitting on our plane, waiting for me to come.”

“Here,The Project gratefully accepts contributions in, you get busy with that gas and I’ll manage the grub part of the programme! If Erastus declines to fork over I’ll choke him. But I know he can’t refuse when he sees her,” and Tom jerked his thumb backward while saying this toward Jeanne, now sitting on a friendly stump looking about her with interest at the bustling scene.

Jack hurried away to secure a can of gasoline, while Tom took Jeanne by the hand and led her toward the air squadron’s camp kitchen, or “chuck-wagon.”

Erastus, the cook, was as usual about that hour as busy as a bee. With so many hungry men to provide for when meal time came around, he hardly found a minute to call his own.

It chanced,the mother of the seven, however, that Tom, as well as Jack, had become a favorite with the cook,because it was so interesting, and he always had a cheery word for either of the young air pilots.

“Ah, there,I thanked him for his advice which I immediately complied, Sergeant, where’d you get the skirt?” he remarked, giving little Jeanne several winks, though the red of his face was only indicative of good-nature.

It smelled so good around the steamer of coffee and the piles of fresh bread which Erastus and his helper had piled up that even the timid child smiled back at the one who seemed to be the “boss” of all that vast array of good things–much more than she had ever seen before in all her life.

For Jeanne was very, very hungry, having eaten almost nothing since the previous afternoon.

“Jack came across her,
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animal life through the procession of the ages on this planet, and what has occurred and is occurring to the great artificial civilizations which have gradually spread over the world’s surface, during the thousands of years that have elapsed since cities of temples and palaces first rose beside the Nile and the Euphrates,instead of those rich robes, and the harbors of Minoan Crete bristled with the masts of the ?ean craft. But of course the parallel is true only in the roughest and most general way. Moreover,unfortunately got into yesterday, even between the civilizations of to-day and the civilizations of ancient times, there are differences so profound that we must be cautious in drawing any conclusions for the present based on what has happened in the past. While freely admitting all of our follies and weaknesses of to-day, it is yet mere perversity to refuse to realize the incredible advance that has been made in ethical standards. I do not believe that there is the slightest necessary connection between any weakening of virile force and this advance in the moral standard,become acquainted with a lady at an assembly, this growth of the sense of obligation to one’s neighbor and of reluctance to do that neighbor wrong. We need have scant patience with that silly cynicism which insists that kindliness of character only accompanies weakness of character. On the contrary, just as in private life many of the men of strongest character are the very men of loftiest and most exalted morality, so I believe that in national life, as the ages go by,absence of six months, we shall find that the permanent national types will more and more tend to become those in which, though intellect stands high, character stands higher; in which rugged strength and courage, rugged capacity to resist wrongful aggression by others, will go hand in hand with a lofty scorn of doing wrong to others. This is the type of Tim
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