The Highflyers

o sleep in a cell, and the public would be astonished-and a little vexed-if he were compelled to do so. They would be vexed because in the event of his detention, they would

id to the officer who had floored Potter. It did not seem fitting to that lieutenan

icer. "If you'd 'a' seen

desk, dizzy, swaying, his head n

in here and lay down. Want I should

inking on the lounge

young Waite here," he said. "He tried to tear the Pontchartrain up by the r

ur

improve

ru

o-

the Tuller with him a

ad two sons who were employed in the Waite Motor Car Compan

of a cell. He awakened in the morning with a head th

erk. Even that detail had been atten

mself; at first he was not especially interested in what was said about the Lusitania, but as he read his interest grew, changing to h

of internal explosion.... Wait for particulars. The attitude of the paper was not quite his father's attitude, not so frank, but he was able to see it was his father's attitude disguised for popular consumption. And he was i

t into it. War would mean killing another hundred thousand or maybe half a million. Because they've killed

with our navy, but there isn't anything for a navy to do. C

we can help a lot more by staying neutral a

ctly," agree

States. There was no ammunition!... The United States was ready for peace, and the old absurdity about a million squ

ensations that possessed him. He drove recklessly out Jefferson Avenue to the Country Club. At this hour it was deserted save for servants. It woul

e at her, but dropped his bag with a clatter and sat down

do?" said th

. "Good morning, Miss von Ess

e associated with the possession of wit and daring. The expression was akin to pertness, but was not pertness. One knew she could play golf or tennis. One knew she had been a tomboy. One knew she had temper. Her whole appearance and bearing were a perpetual challenge. "Come on," it seemed to say. "Whatever it is, if there's a chance to take, let'

erday that you needed yoursel

s at a pert child. She was

s you to me." The effect of it was of a naughty child thrusting out her tongue. "And you take your sanctimonious air right away to the Pontchartrain and drink too much and get int

yish laugh. The sort of laugh one likes t

I call it," sh

o print and getting myself talked about. My advice is worth something. I ought to charge for it.... Now there's a notion.

em prou

f it. I'm not like little gi

roke she faced him again. "You're just a naughty little boy throwing paper wads

, childish gibe, but Potter was struck by it. He tucked it away in his mind for

best slippers-because he hadn't

chance, hint that your to

ver whistled viciously through

just to show you I'm forgiving I

tant. "I'll give you a s

E

u play," she

chuckle. "I ought to pu

he said. "I've always wanted to see how it felt to f

our father would

our game, have you? To beat a gir

en explores the firmament with Potter Waite,' with some account of your ca

ouldn't have to invi

ar about it. T

a hole," s

take you flying." He felt confident eno

of her, but her every stroke was down the center of the course; she never overestimated her s

to win and he played to win.... And he watched the girl. She interested him. She was so utterly natural, so without pose, yet so very different from the ordinary run of girls, particularly nineteen-year-old girls. There was a tang a

he end of the ninth hole he was two down.

?" he

I sit here a few minutes and get the first nine out of my mind.... H

" he

were a

man-?" he rep

I'd go across. A good many boys have gone, haven't they? I'd

or granted you would be on t

whole race is a button short." Potter was to learn that in her vocabulary "a button short" meant not quite complete mentally. "I like some of them, and I'd even trust some of them, but most of them are arrogant beasts.... I've read their books," she said. "Dad has a lot of them. People used to think they were nice, slow,

we would. To-day I'm al

'll see.... Partly because they don't understand-and partly because that's the kind they are. You know a German never understands anybody but a German. They can't. Just before Mother died she said to me, 'Garde'-she

will all the Germans

set aside prejudice and cling to fact-"I think most of them will be loyal. In spite of their talk, I don't believe most of them would care t

t war-sooner or later it meant war.... And the country was unready for war. It did not want to get ready for war.... She had spoken about going across to fight with the Allies. He considered

d halved a hole

fly?" she as

n't have

you

"Whenever

uppose we say

Can I drive you

hone for my car

of the von Essen place in Grossepoint wh

e said, and her lips

ss, alighted and stood beside the car, looking toward them. It was obvious he was w

whose picture is in the papers? For a girl to be with him is to lose her reputation.... And you"-he turned on Potter furiously-"take your car out of my

which his friends counted a signal of danger, but h

e said. "I shouldn't have broug

le, but a reckless smile, as reckle

peared in the house. Von Essen continued verbally to chastise Potter, who did not look at him. Perhaps he did not dare, fearing th

reached there the brooding darkness was gone from hi