The Highflyers

Detroit was flying high; it was spending as few cities have ever spent. Wealth poured in upon her, and men who, ten years before, had worried when they heard their landlady's st...

As the door of the hangar closed behind them Herman von Essen seized Hildegarde's arm roughly and propelled her toward his waiting limousine. He was a burly, powerful man and li...

Potter went home, but not to bed. He had arrived at a moment where attention must be focused upon Cantor. Fact after fact had strayed into his storehouse, to be put on a shelf a...

Time is an eel. No matter how you sand your fingers, it wriggles through and is gone. One sets an act for to-morrow, especially if one be laboring as Potter Waite was laboring i...

Between the date of Potter Waite's injury and the first of the new year tremendous events occurred at home and abroad, and among the most tremendous, the most hopeful to Potter,...

The summer and early autumn months of the year 1916 were, perhaps, the least illumined of any period of Potter Waite's life. It was a period of drudgery without encouragement, o...

Hildegarde von Essen returned reluctantly to Detroit late in June, some two weeks before Potter Waite, his work in Washington having borne fruit and the fruit been harvested, ca...

It was mid-afternoon when Hildegarde's note came to Potter at the hangar. He read it, reread it, and there was no more work for him that day. With the letter in his hands he lef...

If every young man could be put in a position where he could do nothing but think for a matter of a couple of months just at that time when he is ready to take up the major busi...

Now came months of labor and of scurrying about the country for Potter Waite; half a dozen trips to Washington interrupted his work in the machine-shop; formalities, futile inte...

Hildegarde did not sleep until her room was light with day; she was exhausted in body, her soul was tried to the limit of its endurance. Mechanically she drew down her shades an...

Potter Waite stood a moment at the curb beside his car, looking at the heart of this great new city. At his right, Cadillac Square stretched broadly away to the County Building'...

"I'm pulling a party at the Tuller to-night," he told Potter Waite over the telephone. "Double-barreled. To celebrate my birthday and my election as secretary of dad's concern....

In those days it was impossible to carry on a conversation with Potter Waite on any subject but aviation. No matter where the talk started, aeroplanes seized it and flew away wi...

It was July before Potter Waite saw Detroit again for more than a few hours. His business lay in Washington, and in Washington he remained. It was his privilege to hear from the...

Fred la Mothe was speaking. After a certain number of beverages composed of Scotch whisky, imported soda, and a cube of ice, it was a matter of comparative ease for him to exhib...

On this day of all days dignitaries from Washington must appear to inspect the aeroplane accomplishments of the Waite Motor Company. Potter chafed and treated himself to a scorc...

Hildegarde had acquired the habit of stepping softly as she went about her father's house; of stopping to listen before she turned corners or entered rooms. Every activity of th...

Potter Waite appeared in the morning papers in a new character, and in his new character occupied even more space and bigger headlines than he had ever conquered in the old. Cap...

"Any news of Potter Waite to-day?" Tom Watts asked, as he dropped into a chair at the table which was regarded as the property of the crowd in the Pontchartrain bar.

When the heir to a hundred millions of dollars is arrested in this country for any act less than murder, he does not expect to sleep in a cell. The police do not expect him to s...

Potter Waite's outlook upon life had been modified by his accident and by that period of enforced reflection which followed it; it was again modified by the occurrences of the n...

Hildegarde von Essen sprang boyishly out of her roadster at the door to Potter Waite's hangar. She looked like a glorious, slender boy in the riding-breeches and puttees she had...

Tears did not sit well on Hildegarde von Essen; one did not expect them of her. Somehow it would have been more congruous to see her emotions using some other outlet--swearing w...

He saw something there, blackly outlined, something that sprawled grotesquely, offensively, something that sprawled motionless and horrible. Again he felt the rising of his hair...

Through September and October the labor situation grew more and more acute. It was not that labor made unreasonable demands which Potter could not satisfy; it was not class unre...

It had been with Potter as if he had stood upon a lofty height surveying wonders and had fallen with incredible swiftness through darkness to strike the ground with frightful im...

They mounted swiftly into the face of the moon, higher, ever higher. Beneath them lay a cold world making ready for sleep. Behind them glowed the lights of the city, of the city...

Potter lighted a fire quickly and carried Hildegarde before it. He chafed her hands, compelled her to remove her boots, and chafed her feet--and she suffered him to attend her i...