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This is about the tenth time something has blown up around here, and " "It's only the ninth, Mrs. Baggert," interrupted Tom, somewhat indignantly. "Well, goodness me! Isn't nine almost as bad as ten? There I was, just putting my bread in the oven," went on Mrs. Baggert, the housekeeper, "and I was so startled that I dropped it, and now the dough is all over the kitchen floor.
The last woman to have charge of the household was a Mrs. Baggert, a motherly widow, and she succeeded so well, and Tom and his father formed such an attachment for her, that she was regarded as a fixture, and had now been in charge ten years. Mr. Swift and his son lived in a handsome house on the outskirts of the village of Shopton, in New York State.
There was no mark of injury upon him, and at first, as he knelt down at his father's side, Tom was at a loss to account for what had taken place. "How did it happen? When was it?" he asked of Mrs. Baggert, as he held up his father's head, and noted that the aged man was breathing slightly.
Another day passed without any results and the young inventor was getting so nervous, partly with worrying over the loss of his boat and partly on his father's account, that he did not know what to do. "I can't stand it any longer," he announced to Mrs. Baggert the night of the third day, after a telephone message had been received from Mr. Swift.
"Maybe the house has been struck by lightning!" suggested the aged inventor. "No, the storm isn't severe enough for that; and, besides, if the house had been struck you'd hear Mrs. Baggert yelling, Dad. She " At that moment a woman's voice cried out: "Mr. Swift! Tom! Where are you? Something dreadful has happened!" "There she goes!" remarked Mr. Swift, as he splashed into a mud puddle.
"Dad and I will bring him in here." Tom found his father in one of the three small machine shops on the grounds about the Swift home. The youth hurriedly told what had happened. "Of course we'll bring him right in here!" assented Mr. Swift, putting aside the work upon which he was engaged. "Did you tell Mrs. Baggert?" "Yes, and she's all excited."
Dad would enjoy it, and so would Mrs. Baggert. Oh, I almost wish I was home again. But if I get my camera I've got a lot more work ahead of me." "What kind?" asked Ned. "I don't know. I'm to stop in Paris for the next instructions from Mr. Period. He is keeping in touch with the big happenings of the world, and he may send us to Japan, to get some earthquake pictures."
Else you might never have gotten it, so jealous are those two," and Mrs. Baggert laughed. "Guess it isn't of much importance," Tom said, as he tore open the envelope. "It's from the Universal Flying Machine Company, of New York, and I imagine they're trying to get me to reconsider my refusal to link up with them." "Yes," he went on, as he read the missive, "that's it.
"Hurrah!" called Tom softly to the balloonist. "We're off!" and he waved his hand to his father and Garret. "I told you so," spoke Mr. Sharp confidently. "I'm going to start the propellers in a minute." "Oh, dear me, goodness sakes alive!" cried Mrs. Baggert, the housekeeper, running from the house and wringing her hands. "I'm sure they'll fall!"
"By that same rascally gang, Garret thinks. This evening, when he and Mrs. Baggert were in the house the burglar alarm went off. The indicator showed that the electrical shop had been entered, and the engineer hurried there. He saw a light inside and the shadows of persons on the windows. Before he could reach the shop, however, the thieves heard him coming and escaped.
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