But an hour
later he saw something which filled his heart with bliss
unspeakable.
Lady Caroline, with a divine smile on her face, feeding the
monkeys!
CHAPTER VI.
Encouraged by love, Little worked hard upon his new flying-machine.
His labors were lightened by talking of the beloved one with her
French maid Therese, whom he had discreetly bribed. Mademoiselle
Therese was venal, like all her class, but in this instance I fear
she was not bribed by British gold. Strange as it may seem to the
British mind, it was British genius, British eloquence, British
thought, that brought her to the feet of this young savan.
"I believe," said Lady Caroline, one day, interrupting her maid in
a glowing eulogium upon the skill of "M. Leetell,"--"I believe you
are in love with this Professor." A quick flush crossed the olive
cheek of Therese, which Lady Caroline afterward remembered.
The eventful day of trial came. The public were gathered,
impatient and scornful as the pigheaded public are apt to be. In
the open area a long cylindrical balloon, in shape like a Bologna
sausage, swayed above the machine, from which, like some enormous
bird caught in a net, it tried to free itself.
Pages:
2
3
4
5
6
7
8
9
10
11
12
13
14
15
16
17
18
19
20
21
22
23
24
25
26