Better days; or, A Millionaire of To-morrowFitch, Thomas
Philosophy
Better days; or, A Millionaire of To-morrow
Fitch, Thomas
Utopias -- Fiction; West (U.S.) -- Fiction
“That king,” said he, “is a dandy. He is credited with being the
cleverest and most adroit politician in England, and I believe it, or he
could never have steered his canoe out of that baccarat whirlpool. If
Dave Morning’s dynamics should sort of blow him out of a job at home,
let him come over here, and in one year I will back him at long odds to
get the nomination for the best office in the county from either the
Democratic or Republican convention, and, maybe, from both. What a
roaring team he and Jack Dodge and Sam Davis would make for a county
canvass! Jack to do the fiddling and dancing, Sam the all-around lying,
and Edward the hand shaking and the setting ’em up for the boys!”
The ample gardens of San Diego, San Bernardino, Los Angeles, and Santa
Barbara were stripped for the decoration of the banquet hall. All day
flowers were arriving by the train load, and several hundred floral
artists were at work in the great dining room. The effect was
surpassingly beautiful. Suspended from the great dome by ropes of smilax
was a gigantic figure of Peace, wrought in white calla lilies, bearing
in her right hand a branch from an olive tree, while her left held to
her lips a trumpet of yellow jasmine. On the walls the arms of all
nations were wrought in camellias, carnations, fleur-de-lis, and roses
of every hue. The music and the menu were both incomparable, and, in
accordance with the later and better practice of great dinners, formal
speech making was altogether dispensed with.
The next morning the shores of Coronado Beach were black with people,
and in the great hotel every piazza and window facing southward or
westward was occupied. There was a light breeze blowing from the north
as the _Petrel_ left her berth and rapidly mounted in the air to a
height of seven thousand feet, which altitude she achieved with her fans
in seven minutes’ time. She then put her propellers in motion and was
soon a mere speck against the cloudless sky, scarcely discernible by the
most powerful glasses.
But though out of sight she soon made her existence and her work known
to the multitude. In thirty-five minutes from the time she left her
berth, she had compassed a mile and a half in height and sixteen miles
of distance and was hovering over Coronado Islands. In twenty minutes
more six men on board of her had thrown over the two hundred potentite
shells, and in half an hour thereafter the aerial wonder was again
resting quietly on the peninsula.
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