. Busyman's Magazine, July-December 1907. ch of a great hope. What is it? she cried. Nurse put your finger across herlips. Hush! she whispered. Youllwake him. Its your little new brotherthat came this morning. Oh ! the child cried softly. Dearold Jacko, you did try, didnt you ? Nurse, she questioned, where didyou find him? Lumbering and slow of invention,nurse fell back on the old reply. Witha chuckle, she answered: In the top drawer of your mothersdressing table. Miss Edytha. The Aerial Encounter of Judge Reardon andMonsieur Rambaud By McCready Sykes in Appletons JUST then the automobile stop
. Busyman's Magazine, July-December 1907. ch of a great hope. What is it? she cried. Nurse put your finger across herlips. Hush! she whispered. Youllwake him. Its your little new brotherthat came this morning. Oh ! the child cried softly. Dearold Jacko, you did try, didnt you ? Nurse, she questioned, where didyou find him? Lumbering and slow of invention,nurse fell back on the old reply. Witha chuckle, she answered: In the top drawer of your mothersdressing table. Miss Edytha. The Aerial Encounter of Judge Reardon andMonsieur Rambaud By McCready Sykes in Appletons JUST then the automobile was no doubt about it. Themachine stopped; the whirHnglandscape stopped and Judge Reardonstopped in the middle of his sentence had begun like this: And what pleases me most isthat we have made our trip of threehundred miles without a single ac-cident or involuntary— and hewould have said stop, but to hisgreat chagrin he did it instead of say-ing it. The judges machine was a bigforty-horse-power touring car; we u,. ^C<^ A huge guy-rope rose into the sky. were bowling along at a moderate rate,and were coming among the suburbs ofParis; pedestrians and teams were notinfrequent, so we were negotiatingthe road cautiously. The sensation of stopping waspeculiar; we felt nothing snap; weheard none of the painful inarticulategrunts or puffs that so frequentlyherald mechanical accidents; butthere was a peculiar and very suddentug that seemed to come from no-where in particular. The judge lean- ed forward, saw nothing, and thenlooked over the side. The wheelswere actually moving, but for somemysterious reason the machine stoodstill. Devilish funny! exclaimed thejudge. Heres a fine, hard road, andthe wheels slip as if they were onpacked snow. We both jumped out and ranaround in front of the car. Then avery curious thing happened. While the wheels were turning, themachine actually began to move awayfrom us. With a sudden accession ofspeed it shot back mockingly al
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