"Oh, I don"t know how long, I"ve been asleep. Why? Is there anything happened?" asked Alfred as he pulled the clothes up over his head to hide his laughter.
The father replied: "Yes there has and I feared you were mixed up in it.
I am glad you came in early tonight." Then the father informed Alfred that some half a dozen rowdies had hidden in the old tannery and bombarded the Potts procession with all sorts of missiles and _things_.
He told of the rage of Keifer, the plight of Todd, etc.
Alfred was sorry the joke on Cousin Albert had miscarried but it seemed to him the hand of fate guided his aim, as all those who suffered were unfriendly, all save Sammy Rowland. He was a good friend with whom Alfred had labored in the tan-yard.
Alfred went to sleep laughing and arose laughing. His mirth excited comment; it was so continued. The mother often a.s.serted that Alfred, from the time he was a baby, always awoke laughing in the morning. But his mirth was so uproarious this morning that it caused the father to look worried.
Finally, he called Alfred into an adjoining room. Looking him full in the face he asked: "Did you have a hand in that affair last night?"
Had Alfred been threatened with death he could not have suppressed his laughter. The more he laughed the more serious the father became. He had become satisfied that Alfred was connected with the reprehensible act.
The father continued threateningly:
"Well, my boy, you keep on, there will be an end to this kind of work. I cannot protect you if it gets out on you; it will be the worst blow you ever inflicted upon this family." Thus the father talked until Alfred said: "Well, Pap, I hope you are not going to connect me with this thing just because I laughed."
"No, but I have a feeling that you know something of it. Those a.s.sociated with you in this thing will be very apt to blame it all on you."
"Oh no, they won"t. Now, just because I laugh _you"re_ going to swear this thing onto me."
"I am not," replied the father. "The whole town is laughing for that matter but it will go none the less hard with those engaged in it. I wouldn"t go over in town if I were you," advised the father as he left the room.
Alfred made his way to Potts" shoe-shop, pa.s.sing the old tan-house on the way. Broken transparency, bits of candles, and other odds and ends were scattered over the ground. The white-washed fence opposite the window in the old tan-house had the appearance of a field covered with snow, with here and there a bit of cedar shrubbery growing on it.
Dennis Isler, Jim Johnson and Piggy Mann were under suspicion. Alfred stood among the crowd and listened in silence to each description of the scene. No two had seen it alike; one man swore there were half a dozen shots fired, another declared a brick knocked the hat off his head without injuring him in the least.
Alfred returned home. The mother and Lin repeatedly inquired as to what he was laughing at. Lin finally, when the mother was not within hearing, with an air "you may fool everybody else but you can"t fool me" half whispered: "I know ye done hit. Everybody wud know hit wus ye. Why, look at yer pants laig, up thar in the room, the marks is on hit."
Alfred flew up stairs. The right leg of a fairly good pair of pants was amputated just above the knee. The mother wondered why Alfred gave those pants to Cal Pastor (who had but one leg).
The _Clipper_ had become very friendly. There was scarcely an issue that there was not a complimentary reference to the rising young actor, "an ex-attachee of this paper." The _Clipper_ carried a graphic write-up of the disrupting of the Potts procession. It was headed: "A Dastardly Attempt to Defeat Potts by Discouraging His Supporters." "A most unexpected and unprepared-for a.s.sault was perpetrated upon an orderly procession of Brownsville"s honest toilers, who were a.s.saulted in the darkness of night with murderous missiles and other _things_, in a heated campaign with momentous issues involved. The hurling of foul epithets is bad enough but when political opponents hurl such things as were hurled at the Potts adherents it is time to call a halt. Many who were injured by the fusillade declare the onslaught was so unexpected; they were so completely taken by surprise that, had they been killed and interred the a.s.sault would not have been more surprising to them. Among those who were in the worst of the affray was that gallant soldier and shingle maker, Peter Keifer. He has also seen service in a.s.sisting in arresting Sam Craft who was drafted. Mr. Keifer will devote his time to running down the h.e.l.lish brigands who are a menace to the liberty of the ballot. Mr. Keifer says he will not be deterred in his purpose."
Among those employed by Alfred"s father was one, Node Beckley--"Noah"
was his proper name, but all, including his wife, called him Node. In personal appearance he was not unlike Palmer; spare and wiry, slim-faced, a large hooked nose, a tuft of beard on his chin. He had no particular calling or trade; first a hotel keeper, then a house or boat painter, paper hanger or decorator, saloonkeeper, book-agent, banjo player and cheap gambler. He was good-natured. His wife was the head man of the family; what Node lacked in spirit she made up in talk. Node was kind in his way to his wife and children, who accepted his efforts in their behalf without any untoward semblance of grat.i.tude and with many complaints that he did not do more for them. Consequently Node was always on the hustle, or as near so as his indolent disposition would permit him to be.
Isaac Jacquette, John Barnhart, Jim Mann, Cousin Charley and others were continually teasing Node over his many unsuccessful ventures. Node did not always take their joshings good naturedly but would remind them that his time was coming, that he would yet strike a lead that would bring him fortune. He had hinted so often in this manner that Alfred became convinced Node was working on something in secret and became interested in him. The other men ascribed Alfred"s fondness for Beckley to the fact that he could perform on the banjo; they often suggested that Alfred and Beckley start a minstrel show.
"A boy"s sense all runs to heart; A boy never sees the dark spots on the character of the man he fancies."
Node Beckley was not a man of bad character. Alfred"s father dispensed with Beckley"s services that he might disrupt the intimacy between the two.
Node opened a saloon, the Rialto, on the corner of Barefoot Square and Market Street. Alfred"s father forbade him ever to enter the place.
Alfred obeyed. The familiarity continued, the man and boy were often seen together on the street. Cousin Charley tracked them to the barn of the old James Beckley Tavern. Alfred"s father feared he was gambling; all the gambling in those days was in haymows or unoccupied buildings in winter, under the trees in summer. The games were "Seven Up" and "Euchre".
Node was of an inventive turn of mind. It is not known whence came the inspiration, nor is it certain that there was an inspiration. However, it can be recorded to the glory of Brownsville that the first flying machine or airship was the invention of a citizen of the old town.
The flying machine was the mysterious creation that Node had so often hinted at. Alfred was deeply interested in the aerial machine. It was planned that the invention should be kept secret from all. Harriet, his wife, knew he was working on an invention of some sort, as he had been engaged in this sort of experimenting a greater part of the time since they wedded. When his perpetual motion machine failed to work "Had"
Beckley had lost interest in Node"s inventions. Hence, the flying machine under process of construction was known only to Alfred and the inventor. It was their intention to completely surprise the world at large and that part of it in particular bounded by the Brownsville borough lines, by having Node flit over the town and perhaps over the river; then later on, to Uniontown, to Pittsburg and other cities. Then Alfred and Node would travel all over the world exhibiting the flying machine.
In those days steam was the only propelling power. Gasoline engines were unknown, electricity had not been harnessed except for telegraphing. The propelling power of Node"s flying machine lay in the arms and legs of the one who soared in it.
The invention was a very simple contrivance, from which very fact Node argued it would be successful. There were two large wings, nine feet in length and of a proportionate breadth, constructed of very light material, and, at Alfred"s suggestion, covered with feathers. Alfred felt it would be more apt to fly if it wore feathers. Every backyard, wherein a family killed chickens, ducks or turkeys, was ransacked for feathers. The variegated plumage of the machine would have defied the most learned of ornithologists in defining the species of the bird family to which it belonged.
There was what Node termed a "rear extension." Alfred invariably alluded to it as "her tail." Why he applied the feminine gender to the machine was another of those vagaries of which inventors are always possessed.
Node termed the wings, "side-propellers." The arms of the aerialist were thrust through loops under the wings, hand-holds were at the proper length from the base of the wings. There was a light frame, to which the wings were attached; two light ropes, through pulleys worked by the feet, flopped the rear extension up and down. The rear extension could be also used as a steering apparatus. The entire thing depended upon the movements of the arms. After the machine was far and away up in the air, it would sail as do eagles and buzzards, so Node a.s.serted.
The only doubt Node had was as to possessing strength to raise the thing to the proper height. When he once got in the air, he had no fears of staying there.
Alfred suggested that the first start be made from the steeple of the Episcopal Church. Node seemed pleased with the suggestion. Later, when they walked by the church and gazed up at the heights Node concluded the wings and rear extension would have sufficient air pressure to make the rise from a hill.
The work had progressed to the point where an experimental trial was in sight. Node had been strapped in the frame-work several times. The wings worked perfectly; that is, so long as Node"s arms kept in motion. The rear extension did not work so well. Node explained that it would not work until the thing got up in the air where his feet would have free play. He would sit astraddle of a bench, Alfred would hold the frame off the floor, and Node would work his feet. Her "tail" would wobble and fly up and down at a great rate. Its eccentric actions excited the admiration of Alfred. He a.s.sured Node that her tail would be the wonder of the world.
"Why, Black Fan"s tail never flew around like that, even when she got in the b.u.mble-bee"s nest," a.s.serted Alfred.
Node had made several attempts to raise himself from the barn floor, but there was not s.p.a.ce to work the machine properly. They determined to arise early some morning, take the machine to Hogg"s field, just below the pike and give it a trial. The apparatus was carefully carried to the little mound on the high hill overlooking Dunlap"s Creek.
Alfred cautioned Node not to fly down the hill, because it would be a job to carry the machine up the hill.
[Ill.u.s.tration: Trying Out the Flying Machine]
Lin, gazing out of the kitchen window at the chickens picking around in the yard, said: "Lor" a-mighty! What"s happened them chickens? They ain"t one uf "em got the shadder uf a tail."
Alfred had even stolen the big fly brush, made of peac.o.c.k feathers, to birdify Node"s flying machine. The extreme end of the rear extension held the long peac.o.c.k feathers.
That the bird man idea should be carried out Alfred had made a head dress of turkey feathers down the nape of the neck, and chicken feathers in front. When placed on Node"s head, with his beaked nose and tuft of chin beard, he appeared very much as one would picture Uncle Joe Cannon robed in Maude Adams" "Chanticler" costume.
Node was strapped in the frame, his arms adjusted to the wings, and Alfred adjusted the head dress against Node"s violent protest. He argued: "The dam thing will get over my eyes and I am liable to fly into a tree top. Take it off. I"ll wear it after I get the hang of this thing, after I fly awhile."
Several attempts were made at a rise. The rear extension always got out of gear; the ropes and pulley tangled in the rigging. It was decided that Alfred hold the rear extension aloft. Node would run down the hill a few feet launching himself into the air.
Alfred a.s.sured Node that he could be of even greater a.s.sistance. While the machine was in course of construction Node had his own way in everything. Now he was strapped in the apparatus and any innovation Alfred insisted upon he was powerless to reject. Therefore Alfred hastened home. There was not a clothes prop in his father"s garden long enough to suit his ideas, therefore, he ran to the next door neighbor"s, Alex Smith"s, selecting the longest prop he could find. Hastening to the scene of the ascension, he found Node in anything but an amiable mood.
"What the devil do you mean by strapping me in this thing and running all over town to find a pole to push me up in the air? Do you s"pose I want you to pole me like a raft? You hold up that end of the thing and I"ll fly."
Node was mad enough to fly. Against his angry protests Alfred inserted the end of the pole between his legs, held up the tail part of the machine, encouraging Node to take a running start, when he got the proper momentum to shout "Now," and he, Alfred, would give him a lift that was bound to shoot him into the air.
They backed up the hill. Node lowered his arms, the wings resting on the ground, resting himself a bit; turning his bird-like head toward Alfred he asked if there was anyone watching them. Node was evidently not sure in his mind that the flight would be successful. When a.s.sured by Alfred that there were no witnesses Node cautioned him not to lift too strongly on the pole which was still between his legs. Looking up in the air as if to gauge the height to which he intended to ascend, he said: "Now get ready and stand by if anything happens when I light."
"Ready?" asked Node, in an eager voice.
"Let her go," was Alfred"s reply.
Down the hill ran the two. "Now!" shouted Node.
Alfred put all his power into the lift he gave the man-bird. Node seemed to arise. One of the ropes caught around Alfred"s neck nearly severing one of his ears. Alfred fell headlong, rolling over two or three times.
When he arose he directed his gaze heavenward, expecting to see Node soaring through the air. Curses and struggles from a point twenty feet down the hill disclosed the whereabouts of the inventor. Node was lying there, the apparatus in a tangled heap. It was with considerable labor, made more difficult as he was weak from laughter, that Alfred released Node. Criminations and recriminations followed. Node swore he had started on a beautiful flight; he could feel himself going up as light as a soap bubble, just then Alfred"s d.a.m.n fool head-piece flopped down over his eyes, blinding him so he couldn"t see what he was doing. He quit flapping his wings and fell like a log. If it hadn"t been for the head dress there"s no telling where he would have flown to.