Evening Star Newspaper, November 19, 1922, Page 74

The Man Who Sailed Away From Society and What He Found During the Voyage. NE must never said George solemnly, “that rank has its duties as well as its privileges. As your elder brother and the head of the family, 1 naturally take an in- terest in your career.” Fire ahead.” I replled gratefully. “I'm always ready to listen to wisdom, especially from a cabinet minister.” There was a short pause. . “Well, then,” said George, “my ad- vice is that you should accept this invitation from Lady Bulstrode and make up vour mind to settle down., “To do what?" I asked in dismay. “To settle down,” repeated George with some firmness. “It would be a good thing if you were to get mar- ried.” he added. What, on my income?” I exclaimed. “It wouldn't keep some women in frocks.” € THE CRUISE OF THE SCANDAL Then, very clearly and earnestly, a rather sweet voice remarked, “Damn!" * % ¥ X ¢ TURNED to fly, but it was too late. | There was a sound of quick foot- steps, the door opencd abruptly, and I found myself confronted by the prettiest girl I have ever seen in my life. She was dressed in a short blue skirt, with a' soft, cream-colored shirt, open at the neck. From under a red tam-'o-shanter her dark brown halr hung down her back in two long plaits, reaching just below her waist. For a moment her gray eyes con- templated me with calm surprise. Then her gaze traveled to.Rufus, who promptly sat up and wagged his tafl. “That,” ‘I explained, “is his manner of apologizing:" Her lips parted in a frank smile. 1orget,” | panled by the crash of falling china. : only "know that the time ' hurried away- at that absurd and unnesessary vace whith Providence seems to Te- serve for the more ¢Harming moments of life. Our day started at about 9 a.m., when, after an early morning dip, Rufus and + would pull off to the shore in the dinghy and meet Astarte, who had walked over from the hut. Breakfast followed—a merry, easy was just rounding the big bluff of Strathmore Head. s No one has ever worked much ‘| harder than I did duriag my remain- ing three days on the island, and no one has ever been more persistently haunted by the vision of an absent face. I wrote the whole of my article for the Fortnightly—thirteen solid, chunky pages all about Kashmir—and at the end of it ] found that I was even fonder of Astarte than when she had Jeft the island. If J had only had some clue, how- eyer vagué, I could at least have fol- lowed it up, but Astarte had gone away from me leaving herself as uch 2 mystery as ever. Apart from sheer luck, my only chance of finding her seemed to lie in tracing the Penguin. 1 eventually decided that the best thing to do at the moment -was to g0 on to Grendon. > 1 said. “He thinks it's quite 1 settled down.” “What do you thing about it?” asked Lady Bulstrode. “I think,” I sald, “that one cabinet day, th minister in the family is quite enough.” “Ample,” agreed Lady Bulstrode, hastily. “But, after all, there are plenty o2 other openings in life for an energetic and honest young man.” “Yes,” I sald, “and I've found mine. So long as my nine hundred pounds a year lasts, I'm quite content to go on tramping around the world, espe- cially if editors will pay me for scrib- bling about it. Mine s a useless life. I've never had ahy illusions on the point. If I had, George would have shattered them long 2go. “Ggorge,” she returned, “Is t0o seri- ous to-live. I tried to get him up here for a few:days and he sald things were so bad at Westminster BY VICTOR BRIDGES. all next week, and I mean to get some beauty sleep while I have the chanes I am growing too old for prolonged dissipation.” “80 am 1, Mary,” chimed in Mrs Fawcett. “I shall come with you.” “l don’t want to drag yYou oI Grace,” went on Lady Bulstrode turning to Astarte. “Pérhaps you'l stop and play Guy & game of bil- lards.” “Yes, please do, Miss Conway.” ! said. “It's against my principles tc turn in before ten, and 1 shall be frightfully lonely if you desert me ‘Very well,” said Astarte quiethy ut I expect you're too strong for mé."” Lady Bylstrode accepted the candle I offered her. “Don’t you believe her, Guy,” she isald. “Grace is a sort of female Johr Roberts. “ S8he beats all the men we 1 ecouldn’t get out of the yvisit now “There are some women,’ replied| “I expect,”'she sald, “that I ought George, “who can very weil afford to | to be apologizing instead. This is not without appearing rather rude, and I|that he couldn’t be spared. Those have here.” pay for their ‘own frocks.” .|my island, as—as you probably was just 3» lkely to pick up some in- | were his actual words.” “Mine will be an easy scalp, then’ 1 looked at him with surprise and | know.” formatfon about the Penguin there as| I nodded. I returned. “I haven't touched a cut Daln: - . “It certainly isn't mine,” I returned, 1 wgs anywhere else. Besides, I very| “They would be. There's no bally | for two years.” _ “You are not doing anything 8o im- | “and you were here first.” much wanted to see old Lady Bul-mock modesty about George! Whe is “I am sorry for you sald Mrs Fawcett kindly. “Good-night.” moral as to suggest that I should marry for money?" 1 asked. George carefully removed the ash from his cigar. “To contract an alliance with a wealthy woman,” he observed, “is not necessarily the same as what you are pleased to call marrying for money. Besides, marriage must always be a matter of give and take. If a woman brings you a reasonable dowry, you, on the other hand, are able to offer her one of the oldest names in the: “Very well,” she sald. “I'll accept the apology. After all, you've made me break a plate.” “Your nerves must be splendid, said. “I should have broken a whole dinner service.” She laughed cheerfully. “It was gilly of me to be startled, but somehow or other one doesn't expect afternoon visitors here,” Then she paused. you arc a friend of the owner,” she added. “Indeed, I'm afraid 1 don't “1 don't know whether | strode. 4 on the Saturday morning, after fastening up the hut, I came back on board the Scandal and pulied up my anchor for the last time. It was an ideal summer morning, all blue and sold, with a nice breese off the se: ‘The Sgandal, with every bit of sall she could carry, leaped merrily through the water, reveling in- her job like the gallant little boat she was. By the time we ran alongside the Stratmore landing stage I had as here, by the way?” “Well, there’s no one at the present moment except Alan’s two children and old Mrs. Fawsett. I have got a regular smart houge party coming for you tomorrow, - though.”* She looked at me mischievously. “There's Mish Faversham and her mother"—she be- gan to tick them off on her fingers— “a good-looking girl, lots of money; her father Is the big contractor, Faversham & Kent, you know. Then there are the Gordons—the K. C. and “Good-night.” I replied, opening the ldoor. “At least one can die grace- fully.’ For & moment after they had gone out we both stood silent and still Then I closed the door and came uf to where Astarte was standing unde: the big lamp. “My dear,” I said. “Oh, my dear! And taking her hands 1 gazed stead ily intg her wide gray eyes. “Dear Stephen” she said gently Then she released her hands and pu‘ country, an unimpeachable social po- | even know who he is.” nearly as possible recovered my usual | his wife. And the McCullochs from sition, and—er—a certain measure of | “His name,” I said, “is George. We serenitys As medicine for a disor- | Innestair—another pretty girl there.|them behind her back. want te youth and good looks.” are slightly acquainted.” dered heart T'll back the sea against|And Raymond Sturgis, and old Lord [make things quite clear,” she added “That's all very well.,” I sald, “but| “And did he bufld this hut?’ lterature any day in the week. Pembrey. I shall want you to play |“I suppose Lady Bulstrode has tol¢ where does one find these gilded and | “No,” T said proudly. “I did that. host, Guy.” 5 you who I am.” easily pleased females?” “I really must apologize then,” sl | s A0 IR I groaned. I nodded. | “Well, in a way that explaim ain George's brow contracted. There arc plenty of chatming girls in society who at the same time are by no means paupers. You are sure to find one or two at Grendon, for in- ho!" said I. “Now I begin to nd.',By the way, who's liv- ing nt Strathmore pow?” George looked at me a little sus- piciously. “There's no ono there at present,” he replied, “except old Donald Ross sald. “I'm afrald I've been making free with your property in the most unpardonable manner.” “If you won't think me inquisitive,” I began, “may I ask how you man- aged to get here?” She smiled. “The same way that you did, I ex- pect. My boat's round the bend there behind the trees. It's only a three- tonner, though,” she added regret- fully. = 1 looked at her with some interest. HE local Highland railway aban- doned me late in the afternoon at a little wayside station some. six miles from Grendon, where I had ‘wired to be met. -The Bulstrode family turnout, with its magnificent red wheels, black horses and orange livery, was waiting there in answer to my summons. It was just 6 o'clock .when we turned in at the lodge gates of Grendon and drove up the long avenue of fir trees. “Oh, it will do you good,” she went on ruthlessly. “You shall have Miss Faversham on one side and the Mc- Culloch girl on the other.” * ¥ ¥ *x SUDDEN tap at the door inter- rupted her. I looked up, and for one radiant, blinding moment I thought I'd gone mad. Standing in the doorway was As- tarte. She was dressed in a plain black evening frock, and the plaits of everything. You see, I spent three years with father before he war killed, and the whole of that time we were elther sailing about in tht Hyacinth or else making little expe- ditions into places llke Patagonia o1 New Guinea. You can imagine wha! effect a life like that would have or a girl of seventeen. By the time ! was twenty I'd almost forgotten that there was any other way of livina except in a ship or in a tent. As fo) she shrugge¢ and his wife. I want to sell the place | “Are you accustomed to roam about Lady Bulstrode welcomed me |brown hair no longer hung down her | wanting anything elsi if T can. It's no good to us.” | the high sea single-handed in a three- heartily. back. But I knew her—knew her as |her shodlders. ‘1 don’t suppose twe “My dear boy!" she said. taking my | instantly and surely as I should know people have ever been happier to- “Oh, don’t sell it,” I protested. "IL'S! the only one of our numerous family mansions 1 could ever stand.” Then I paused. 1 left a boat there last time | T was in England,” T added. “If I'm booked to go to Grendon in ten days’| ton boat?” I inquired. “Oh, yes,” she sald. easlest to handle.” “They are certainly the easiest to get downed in,” I replied. She shrugged her ‘shoulders. “They are the | meal, lasting about an hour and a I TURNED TO FLY, BUT IT WAS TOO LATE. THE DOO;! WAS OPENED ABRUPTL ‘CONFRONTED BY THE PRETTIEST GIRL 1 HAD EVER SEE! had inspired me to ship on board the ,Y,fiAND 1 FOUND MYSELF “You must do that mysterious work hand in both of hers. “My dear boy! I am 80 pleased to see you!" She looked just as she did when I had seen her last in London; five years before—old, shrewd and kindly. “Sit down,” she said. “Sit down i the sun or the stars. So did Rufus. With one loud yell of joy, he leaped to his feet and hurled himself upon her in wild and vociferous delight. “Bless my soul remarked Lady gether than father and I were.” * ok ¥ ¥ OR 2 moment she paused. “Then’ | she went on, a little wearily, “ly | was killed. T can’t tell you what tha: time meant to me. You see, somehow time it's highly necessary that I “It's not my boat, you see. I|half, after which I would sail the|Scandal. My own repertoire is con-!yvou were talking about. You haven't should have a short holiday first. A |only—" Scandal round to the farther anchor- |fined to strenuous efforts such as|begun it yet, and it's all my fault” |and let me have a good look at you.” | Bulstrode. or other I had never thought of lifs smart country house party bang on! She was Interrupted by a violent|age, while my guest, in the teeth of ' “Rolling Down to Rio” and “Drake's| “But I can't work when 1 feel Rufus, who had been keeping mod- | “Rufus!” I said with a tremendous | .. 0 him. He was so strong ant top of two months of London would | hissing from the fire. |all ' poMte convention, cheerfully |Drum.” But Astarte had a charming | lonely,” T objected. estly in the background, came squirm- | effort, “control yourself!” I i itasd iipom Just about finish me.” £ “Oh, dear!” she crled in dismay.|washed up the cups and plates. Toloe s deep, sorrowrul contralto, ana | ~Two days ago.” she sald, “you told |INE out from under the sofa and sat| Astarte picked him up in her arms | ju1 ypag he could die like other peo Wel? said George, raising his|~There's the Kettle bolled over!| Then came the great event of the |she used Lo sing sad little songs|me a desert island was the only place |4own with much tail wagging in the |and with a couple of pats soothed |1 " 1 was trying to think things out him into something lfke sanity. She |y o eyebrow “Well,” 1 finished, “I could just put in a week's salling nicely and write my paper for the Fortnightly at the same time. I shall make a snug little base on Kerrin Island and do my scribbling there.” “Kerrin Islan: repeated George You'll excuse me a minute while I make tea, won't you?® And she dived into the hut. Selecting a comfortable place, I spread myself out on the grass and Rufus came up sideways and licked my boot. “Rufus,” I sald, “we have struck a day—our race around the island for the Kerrin cup. This trophy had been presented by Astarte herself. She had brought it over to breakfast with her—a painful atrocity in green and white and gold. Astarte won it the first day. I wrested it from her on the second, about love and death. They were in such delightful contrast to her own splendid joy in life. went away that I found out how fond I was of her. She was lying on the grass, her chin in her hand and her |gray eyes staring thoughtfully into It was only on the night before she | | you could write in."” ! *“Yes” 1 said, “but I was younger jthen and not so experienced.” She laughed—that low, sweet laugh | of hers that always reminded me of ! deep water. It was only with a big effort that I crushed back a sudden wild Imipulse to take her in my arms. middle of the room. *I couldn’t hclp bringing him.” T éxplained apologetically. “He adopted me at Strathmore last week. and his motto seems to be the same as Ruth’'s, “Where thou goest I will go." Do you mind dogs In the house™" “I mind nothing,” said Lady Bul- was plainly as amazed as I was. ‘When she spoke, however, it was in her usual calm manner. “I'm so sorry,” she said. “I thought you were alone, “My dear Grace,” said Lady Bul- strode, fanning herself gently, “do all dogs take to you like that?” | trying to make up my mind what tc do, when Lady Bulstrode wrote to m: and asked me to come herc. So came, and here I've been ever since.” “And you've been—been happy? asked, for want of a better word. “Oh, yes. Who could help beins happy with Lady Bulstrode? She the dearest, kindest, jalliest soul ir incredulously. “Why, the place is de- | remarkable adventure. We have dis- |only, however, to lose it finally and | the fire as she listened to my descrip- | A it was, I jumped up, just a little | strode, “except rheumatism and trav- serted. No one has been there for|covered a mermald, a sea-dryad, an |for good on the last morning. She | tion of some place I had once visited. |abruptly. *" | eling third class. Come here, boy Astarte put Rufus dowa With &, 55r0g, and I owe everything tc years. a island goddess,” I went on. “In fact, |sailed her little three-tonner with| In the middle of my story it sud-| “Astarte” I snlJ. “it's time you| She held out a hand to Rufus, who | little laugh. her. Still, as you see, I don’t alwayt “Yes. they have, George” I sald.|I'm not at all sure that we haven't|wonderful skill and daring, and, sea- | denly struck me that on the following | Went to bed. All good sallors turn in |crawled up and seated himself care-| “Only well-bred ones,” she salds | ¢o)l per the whole truth. After all early the night before a voyage.” tully with his back against her skirt. | “Well. let me introduce you bOth. |y}, e wag no harm In it.” ghe wen “T spent a fortnight there last time I| was home, and, what's more, I built myself a most superior hut. It ought to be as sound as ever.” At this point George consulted his watch. “Well, please yourself,” he said. “So long as vou go to.Grendon I suppase that's all we can expect. I shall hope to hear soon, however, that you are adopting some really serlous and per- manent interest in life.” “If it should take the form of an heiress, George.” I said, “I will wire you at once without fall.” * k kK XACTLY two.days after this sport- ing promise I found myself in the excellent company of the sea and the sky about three miles off the land, near Inverness. I was not alone. Sitting in the bow of the boat was the most disreputable rough-haired terrier puppy that ever forced his soclety upon his betters. His name was Rufus, and he had been presented to me by Donald Ross. Perhaps it would be more accurate to say he had presented himself and that Donald, found Astarte herself.” It was at this point that, heavily burdened with accessorles, the god- dess emerged from her retreat. “I'm afraid it's a poor sort of tea,” she said as I jumped up to help her unload. “Do you mind a mug and condensed milk? They're all I've got to offer you.” “Ort a desert island.” I said, “both a cup and a cow would be painfully out of place.” . Taking her various burdens from her, I began to set them out on a tree stump. “If I'd known I was going to have a visitor,” she said, “I'd have made some hot cakes. As it is, you'll have to be content with gingerbread and biscuits.” * kX % HIS beautiful girl, with her perfect self-possession and astounding abgence of convention, baffled me completely. Who on earth could she be, and what was she doing on my island—or, to be strictly accurate, George's Island? “You shall have your hut by six soned as I am at handling small boats, I found I was up against an opponent whose education was every bit as complete as my own. It was all very jolly, but I think the evenings were the best part. ‘When supper war over and the things washed up we would lie around the wood pile and discuss any pleasant topic that happened to roil up. We used to sing songs to each other, accompanying ourselves on the banjo which a thoughtful Providence g Photographs. BY J. H. WALTON. ’ASHINGTON has been the evening she would not be there. I went on talking. but somehow or {other all the interest and color had | died out of my yarn. 1 up. {asked, pushing her hair back from { her eyes. i wondering what Rufus and I were { going to do tomorrow. are even now” engaged actively and and harbor surveys are possible by The study of landscape gardening is | children, though, as a matter of fact, | profitably in the commercial side of For a moment or two she looked at | | me swithout speaking. Then she sat | | “What's the matter, Stephen?’ she | She held out her hand. You're right, Stephen,” obd-night.” 1 bent down and very lightly I kissed the tips of her fingers. * % k% IDDAY the next morning found 1standing in somber isolation on the | she said, me, with Rufus by my side, ‘Three miles away the Penguin, now merely a white speck on the water, |aerial means with a promptness and “George told me you were In these parts,” she went on, “or, as he put it, ‘pigging it upon some absurd island off Strathmore.”” - “Dear George,” I said. “He has all the simple candor of a British states- man.” ‘He has quite a high opinion of you” returned Lady Bulstrode, “Nothing just now,” I said. “I was | extremest promontory of the island. “though he thinks you're a little mad.” “I had talk with George the other SHOOTING CAPITAL FROM THE AIR Washington Has Been Target for Almost Continuous Camera Bombardment for Several Months. Roll of film 100 Feet Long Employed for Purpose When Airmen Take Provides Maps to Assist Wide Range of Engineering Studies. Field Becoming Broader Every Day. City Completely Mapped in 24 Hours. another fleld for which the aerial pho- This is Guy Heathcote. Grace. I've often talked to you about him. Guy, this is my friend, Miss Grace Con- way.” I bowed. i “I don't know how to apologize for Rufus,” I sald. “I can only think you must be some one he knows." “1 expect I am,” she answered with delightful frankness. Then, turning to Lady Bulstrode, she adde, “I came to bring you your change. Here it is —four pound ten.” She smiled—that dear, merry smile | T kned so well—and the next moment she had gone. I took a deep, steady- ing breath. “Who {is that beautiful thing?” I asked. “That,” said Lady Bulstrode with some pride, “is my governess.” “Your governess!” I repeated. “What does she teach you?” Lady Bulstrode chuckled. “Well, when I say my governess 1 am speaking as a grandmother. She is supposed to be looking after Alan's she looks after me just as much. I don’t know what I should do without {on. “If you and Rufus hadfft turnce up no one would ever have been an! the wiser. That did complicate mat ters.” “You make me feel like one o George's official explanations,” 1 pro tested. “I'd have gone, you know, i you'd insisted on it . “1 didn’t want you to go a bit Yot see, T thought T should never see yot agaln and that it wouldn’t matter Well,” she looked up, smiling, *w¢ must just forget all about It she added. “I dom’t think we kan do that” : answered. “You see, I want to go t Kerrin Island for part of our honey. moon.” She made a slight movement, but ‘went on. “My} dear heart” T sald, “do yor imagine that I'm going to let you gt again unless you absolutely send m: away from you?" “You're a dear, Stephen,” she sait softly; “you're a dear, but—but i can't bet” “And why not?” I demanded. “Oh,” she said pitifully. Then, witl ith the simple philosophy of his (o - 5 w . ple pl o phy o’clock,” she said, breaking a bllf\l_lt target of an almost con-|this new industry. No obvious limits | frequency which should entirely revo- | tograph is peculiarly fitted. * . 4 race, had merely acquiesced in the |and offering half of it to Rufus. “T'll can be placed upon the advance of |1 ds x he d: f the |27 effort, “You see, I don’t love you arrangement. For from the moment | get my belongings on board directly tinuous bombardment for | P ance of [lutionize the making of maps of | News events now call for an aerial |Grace. She is the daughter of the|g ..oy that T had avrived at Strathmors Ru- |atter tea® several months, aithough |this new profession. The FWaiblH-iwnlerwnys." photographic service. Accldents, fires, only man I ever loved—poor Jack (™ % 0y tieadily into her eyes. e Toeonor ot firemly. adopted | MToT pea”" ou won't do anything of |TOSt Of US have been unaware that [tles are astounding. New avenuesare| City mapping is a field for which |floods and wrecks, of either local or | Conwa: | TEataimet itraet X: satdlonimty, ¥ 1 pe ¥ | opening dally. jaerial photography is peculjarly fitted. | national interest, can best be repre- “What—the explorer?” I said. think we'll '.al.l each other thi me as his new owner. Althcugh only a four-tonner, my little boat, the -Scandal, was a rare sea-going craft, and the faithful Don- ald had looked after her with such honest care that the sails and rigging were as sound as on the day when I laid her up. the kind,” I answered promptly. I never use the.hut when I come here. I always sleep on the Scandal.” “On the what?” she asked, opening her nice gray, eyes. “On my boat,” I explained. “I call her the Scandal because she travels faster than anything else in Scot- the long “siege” was taking place. Army officers, -in planes flying at an altitude of three miles, have been speclally constructed camera. This camera carries a roll of film 100 feet long and operates somewhat on the order of a motion picture machine. “shooting” the city by means of a, The airplane industry at pfesent is moblle industry in 1900 and we may look for advances as great, if not greater, than those made in the auto- motive industry. The possibility of great aerial transportation lines is by no means in the same position as was the auto- A complet¢ map of a large city is a labor of years. In fact, & modern leity is always dangerously mear to! growing more rapidly than itsmaps. An aerial map, on the contrary, can Ibe' produced in a few hours. Paris was mapped with 800 plates in. less than a day’s actual flying, and our! sented by this newest form of pho- tography. Since not all possible applications of aerial photography have yet been discovered, the following can consti- tute only an incomplete list of its uses: Surveying and mapmaking, architectural studies, building con- She nodded. “When he fell down that stupid cliff and killed himself he left Grace absolutely unprovided for. It was Just like poor Jack—a dear, delightful man, but quite hopeless about any- thing to do with money. I don’t sup- pose he'd ever thought what would i truth, dear, whatever it is.” “Very well"” Her gaze me mine unflinchingly. *“I do love you Stephen,” she said, “but I'm not going to marry you because I know al about you.” “I'm sorry for that” T said. *IL. certainly enough to prejudice an’ \ The film is electrically operated, th o AW he 1 - y operated, the 1;3;2\}|:(m:rra{r;:, t}x:rr:;l;'e r‘Tfll::'\'i‘: m;:. rkled. operator watching the earth through | @Ythical. The time will come—and it fown city of Washington was com-{struction, river and harbor improve- |happen to Grace if he died. He took = el et "1" ew: aplal ; - ould beat the|® 1ens In the bottom of the plane and ! will come soon—when alrcraft will be | pletely mapped in (wo. and one-half ments, real estate operations, city|her away {rom school when she was |’ sia o B 2 3 wonder If she could beat the % 1°%8 \n the boWor of S PIENC SV used in business, when passengers |nours, with less than 200 exposures. | planning, landscape gardening, ma- |about sixteen, and for the last three _53; ':y d;‘_"“"‘ dld‘n,‘t ‘:u'“ oy erous supply of baccy and books. There are two places oh the island where You can get a safe anchorage one a small sheltered bay on the far- ther side and the other a kind of shallow estuary looking out lowlr‘ Strathmore. I decided on the latte: as being the nearer. Rufus evidently realized we were going ashore, for the moment I hauled alongside the tiny collapsible ‘Berthan boat which we had been tow- ing behind us he jumped in hurriedly Penguin? That's my boat. I've only hired her, but she goes like a bird.” “Well, if you'll stay till tomorrow we'll have a race,” I sald. She clasped her hands. “It would be fun, wouldn't it?” Then she paused. “But I don’t think I ought to,” she added regretfully. “Nobody will find out,”” I said re- assuringly. “If I hadn't come blun- dering in here, how.long wereé you going to stay on the island?” “Another three days,” she admitted. the speed of the machine. The camera is also equipped with a fliter that eliminates the mists between the plane and the earth. This large mosalc, when completed, will show every street, alley, build- ing and tree in the city, and while planned :primarily for the use of the city engineer for city planning purposes, it will ‘also be put to a va- riety. of uses, among which will be the location of parking and traffic con- and freight will be carried through the air, but by far the most impor- tant use of the airplane today Is in aerial photography. With this fact in mind, the air service has establish- ed a photographic school a Chanute Field, Rantoul, 1L, where aerial pho- tography is taught. During the four months required for the course the student is carried from the rudiments of general pho- tography up to and through the latest developments In the new science of These maps, while not accurate ‘enough for the recording of deeds and ! mortgages, yet serve the majority of needs. Aside from their element of nov-) elty, aerial photographs have .un-! doubted qualities of beauty and utility. 'The *bird's-eye view” has always been a favorite for revealing :to the best advantage the entire form and location of buildings-and of other large obfects. Heretofore such views have usually had to be drawn by an rine engineering, advertising and va- rious kinds of geographical studles. Curious Plant Growth. EXPER!HENTS conducted under the auspices of experts from the De- partment of Agriculture seem to prove that the flowering and fruiting of plants depend not upon tempera. ture alone but also upon the length of the day. By artificially lengthen- years before he was killed they'd been wandering about the world together in that absurd little ship of his, just as if she’d been a boy.” “Ah!” I said thoughtfully. ‘went on Lady Bulstrode, “all Jack's income, such as it was, died with him, and there was nothing left for Grace except the copyright of his books. And so I persuaded her to come to me and help me look after Alan’s children. I mean to marry her to the first nice rich man who's got thing unkind. I only meant that Lad Bulstrode has told me all about you career and your ambition: necessary it is you should marry rich woman. Do you think I'm goin; to spoil your life because I'm fond « you?" “No, I don’t,” I returned, “but think you would if T gave you half : chance.” Then I paused. “As it is/’ I went on, “I shall stmply buy a raa! riage license and a good second-ha thirty-ton boat and come and carr and sat down in the stern sheets. " gestion. or shortening its day, a grower % E2fest down insei sternysheets 1:::; :olb:‘ ?:ck"l:n’::n{:ofi" stay | Pictures of sections of the city n:rhl :hol;vzrnnhy. dlnltrui:l‘t)tl;x ¥8 | imaginative artist. :::'y i ,:mel" i ph::oln(o the sense to appreciate her. I've got | hCYton POR B A very few strokes brought us to | those three days I shall never forgive | 2ir¢ady made show the trees along glven by lectures, demonstratlons,| A vertical aeridl photograph 18|, ... i {5 spring or autumn, and | " in my mind'sieys mow. “I won't, Stephen—I won't! I'm si the shore, which at this point con- | myself. I z“ don’t. want v.o' se | the streets and, under a strong glass, Iaboritory Swork. pract chl mer .hom most closely akin to a map, but has|; L0 o ies flowers, fruit el sesd | LaltE ANk roulaibe aion e LI to ruin your career ‘"5 sisted of & marshy stretch of saltings | sither the hut or the Island, on my |the Bumber of sutomobiles parked n | oF the-iground - gud Lins the walf;in | Sdvauciwenover any (ondInmey mins S0ty iois e ‘what {he tias | UL o ANl 1n oves with Ber, ) £ ve Pl peteringioan e = Thout twonty yards broad. T tusged |noner. Twe ot my anchorage and |® CTtain section can be counted. The ,'.:;;r;t:,a,lh ,:::,.,p,:fi:::;e ey '::ff;; e ot e year. Thus, if violet plants Ak, :;'::,‘l 12 hlemione ius’s YOuMy careert” T echoed. “Do yo pletures, taken from high in the air, ? Le est drafes- |7 F o vered with NEht-proof boxes |poamedo o o Sie POINE SRl nink I want to sit on a stufty gree the boat up out of the water and, pre- ceded by Rufus, picked my way from tuft to tuft toward the edge of the wild, heather-covered down of which Xerrin Island is chiefly composed. The whole place is only about half a mile wide, but one cannot see the! hut until one is almbst up to it, as it stands on the farther side of the island under the shelter of some ri ing ground. Rufus reached it before I -did. Rounding the base of the little hill, I we shan’t be in each other's way. It just occurs to me,” I went on, “that I haven't introduced myself.” “Mon’t, then,” she sald, smiling. will be much jollier if we know noth- ing about each other.” i “But we've christened you already,” I objected. “We've decided that you must be Astarte. I think she was the lady who came out of the seafoam, wasn't she?” Astarte’ made me a little mocking bow. also show the bottom of the river In shallow spots and are expected to be of invaluable assistance to the city en- i gineer in channeling the river. Several cities, today are using aerial photographic maps in connection with a ‘wide range of engineering studies, such as city planning, trafic control, transit facilities, water-front.improve- ments and parking locations, but in addition such maps offer possibilities in the preliminary. investigation of phetography and aerial motion pic- ture work. Aerial photography \ promises to effect a great saving of time and money in the making of maps. Marsh and other areas practically in- accessible to surveying parties! may be photographed easily and quickly from the air at comparatively small expense and the photographs used in making maps. e ¥ k% K man's diagram, for it provides a ‘wealth of detail whereby the trayeler may definitely locate himself. At a single glance he notes thew objects of interest within his radlus of easy.| travel. The guide book of the future ‘will therefore be-incomplete-without numerous aerial views. v Attentfon is being -drawn almost daily ‘in a striking manner to-fresh discoveries of the possibilities of aerial photography In connection with civil pursuits. The aircraft has fur- in the summer during the extra hours iof daylight, they will, it is contended, bloom again just as the short days of spring found them doing. The new theory is expected to have important results in floriculture and crop yield. ‘Ligilt in the Depths. T is said that at a depth of only 200 fathoms the light of the un- ‘Glouded sun penetrating the ocean burned.” Lady Bulstrode laughed. “Oh, most of that will wear off. She has just been for her holiday, staying with some old school friends and salling about the coast.” * ¥ ¥ % E booming sound of a gong from the hall interrupted our conversa- tion. Lady Bulstrode got up from her chalr. “Come along, Guy.” she said. “That’s I will take you up bench and listen to people like dex old George when I can sail the blu- seas and love you?" “It certainly does sound more at tractive,” she admitted weakly. “Of course it 15" I sald. “We} simply take up life where you let it off when your father died. 171 bu: that boat, and we'll wander about tir world just as we please for a thou sand years, and we'll love each othé ltke the sea loves the wind and th found him lying on the grass; con-| “You compliments e ret. | Watcrsheds. . hydro-electric develop- AJ. HERBERT E. IVES, Army air the dressing bell. " templating his dlscovery with ever | tiiye sho said. T shall call you|Ments highway, rallroad or canal lo- service, 1n his book.on airplane ' Tigte ® L and novel viewnoint, is requced to equslity with the 8147 |45 your room, and then you can tell n.v;':n:"::;l::.:: Astarte leane symptoms of surprised approval. Stephen.” cation,. forest surveys, etc. Photography, speaking-of the POSBi-\‘from this vm"’;‘o‘l’“»h“ e :.; light on the surface. At more DIO- ., there's anything you want.” Sorward; “Yes, my son” I sald, “you may| +Why Stephen?” I inquired. - b iy -| bilitiesof the new industry, says: e T Tl e tine | fomuA Beptieitie suliebe 18 entirely | pinper passed off In & very cheerful | “ wyy’ Stephen,” she sald, “you mak well Jook awe-struck. That superb| She jumped up, smiling. alf"service, a new branch of erial photo-surveying in oPen |yyo eartn's surface, are being: found extinguished. Yet there are both|gagnion. Even the most somber per-| ¢ viry hard.” Army, I8 probably the most|¢ountry offers a most promising op- > o light and color in the abysses, and at |son would find it difficult to be dull |y 00y Fer tn my arms and kisse: edifice——" Then I stopped. “You're shockingly ignorant - of “Well, I'm hanged!” I added In-!English history. Don’t you remem- |interesiing of the Army's varled ac- There, just to the right of the hut ber that. Stephen followed Rufus? tivities. Not only is the service new, rtunity. This includeés railway sur- veys, showing the character of the to be applicable to a wide range of | ype-bottom of the sea. The light is of usefulness. : * * ¥ % ‘phosphorescent origin, and it may be remarked that in general the fixed with dear old Lady Bulstrode. After- ward we all adjourned to the big, rambling, book-lined apartment which her. “Well,” 1 asked softly, “have yo: anything else to say, Astarte, befor - door, I had caught sight of a wood pLet’s put these things away, and then | but the spplication of aerial photog- | country, passes thréugh mountain| . N2 fire, crackling and blasing away. In |l take you down and show you.the |raphy to mapping and other peace- | ranges, the available * timber and IRPLANE photographs are_now |marfne forms of life are not behind | served a triple function as & lbrary. |y, piay billiards? the most cheerful and unabashed | Penguin. I'd like to know what you | time problems promises soon to ‘over- | other materials of construction; canal used in certain flelds of advertis- |thelr free-swimming allies in-light- |a billiard room and a smoking lounge. She looked up and I saw the olé 3 shadow its military origin. routes, with the'svallable sources '®f |ing. Architects and real estate agents lemitting powers. There are {llumina- | Here, with the stimulus of coffee and | 401i010us smile breaking through he fashion. “Rufus,” I observed, “there is some cursed intruder here!" I strode across the intervening grass to the door of the hut and think of her.” * T x % describe the ' next few 'days -would be rather like trying to The fleld {» becoming broader every day, and at the presert time a great many men who during the world war served with the alr service in rapped loudly with my knuckles . I|recapture some strange, delightfal | United States-and abroad have taken heard a slight exclamation, accom-|dream: after one:has waked.up. Ijup i £ i aapve SN work and nautics ag-thelr life water supply and the best choice of | display their-wares by the ald of |tions produced by the movement of course to avoid deep cuttings and |aerial views. A well planned country | abyseal fishes through the forests of aqueducts; and lrrigation projects, | estate or EOlf course, ‘or a subrhan |phosphoréscent sea-pens, fan-corals, with the.natural lakes, river courses | dexslopment,” cati .be. shown “With “a | red ‘corals and other alcyonaria. The and. valleys which may be dammed to- form storagé asins. .Coast, river completeness which.no.other form of ;gmiumn can }'m,w approzch. Ty e ek o s cigarettes, we continued to talk until about half-past nine, when Lady Bul- strode got up from her chalr. - “I am going to bed, Guy,” she sald. “These good people are sure to keep me ‘up to th¢ most scandalous hours g LI e ¥5 0 s ek tears. “Only that I was right, after all, she .whispered. T said you were to s‘rong for me, Stephen!” Victor Au s