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Show A Trtueilr la Hib Life. ludiaunnapolis Journal. ! "You say vou love my daughter?" "Madly!"" Tho two men who stood facing each other at tho moment when this brief conversation ccurred were excellent specimens of American citizenship. Tho wealthy banker, Peter E. tiotrox, Jortly, suave aud well groomed, and erolomon llarkiuson, the inventor, poor as yet iu this world's goods, but bearing on his thoughtful brow tho promise of great achievements. "JJarkinson," said the banker, "I was poor once myself. I respect a man none the less on account of his lack of money, but I cannot throw my only daughter away on a man of no financial standing. You are an inventor. If, within three months you shall have invented in-vented a machine, appliance, or whatnot, what-not, that is worth i.")(),OUO, Gladys shall be yours. I would gladly give you more time, but my wife is insisting every day upon my buying Gladys a prince." For ninety weary days, and an equal ntimer of sleepless nights, Jerolomon llarkiuson toiled, until the product of his genius stood complete a living machine that positively would fly. 1'hen he invited the banker to be his guest on tho initial journey of. the "Aerial Uticen." Floating above the city ot an elevation eleva-tion of 1000 feet tho two men, the man of money and tho man of genius, clasp-hands. clasp-hands. For a moment not a word was spoken. Then the capitalist broke the silence: "My boy," said he, fame is yours. And fortune." "And Gladys?" "Yes. But it is growing late. Let us descend." The inventor gasped and turned white. "I I'm dinged." he said, in broken tones, "if I dinged if I didn't forget all about that part os it. There is no descending de-scending arrangement to this dod-gast-ed machine!" (To be continued.) Silks, Dress ( ioods. Table Linens, Domestics, Complete Stock of New Goods Will be shown At our opening about April 1st. The Lace House. |