So  I  lay  there  and  listened  to  the  soft  sigh  of  the  bath  tub,  the  loud,  defi-
ant challenge  of  the  athletic  butler  down  stairs,  the  last  weak  death  rattle  in
the  throat  of  the  coffee  pot  in  the  dining  room,  and  the  wail  of  the  damned
souls  who  had  formerly  stopped  at  this  hotel,  but  who  had  been  rescued  at  last,
and  had  hilariously  gone  to  perdition,  only  to  come  back  at  night  and  torment
the  poor  guest  by  bragging  over  the  superiority  of  hell  as  a  refuge  from  the
Wallula  hotel.
Now  and.  then  in  the  night  I  would  almost  yield  to  a  wild  impulse  and  catch
those  pantaloons  off  the  hook,  to  rush  out  and  go  to  Canada  with  them,  and
then  I  would  softly  go  through  the  pockets  and  hang  them  back  again.
It  was  an  awful  night.  When  morning  dawned  at  last,  and  I  took  the  pil-
low out  of  my  ear  and  looked  in  the  delirious  and  soap-spattered  mirror,  I
saw  that  my  beautiful  hair,  which  had  been  such  a  source  of  pride  to  me  ten
years  ago,  had  disappeared  in  places.  I  paid  my  bill,  called  the  attention  of
the  landlord  to  the  fact  that  I  had  not  taken  those  pantaloons  nor  betrayed  his
trust,  and  then  I  went  away.
plyi9<$  [T\aQ\)\T)e^.
f^  LONG  and  exhaustive  examination  of  the  history  of  flying  machines
|/    enables  me  to  give  briefly  some  of  the  main  points  of  a  few,  for  the
1^    benefit  of  those  who  may  be  interested  in  this  science.     I  give  what  I
^       do  in  order  to  prepare  the  public  to  take  advantage  of  the  different
methods,  and  be  ready  at  once  to  fly  as  soon  as  the  weather  gets  pleasant.
