Author : Art Smith
Release : 2013-09
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Art Smith's Story; the Autobiography of the Boy Aviator Which Appeared As a Serial in the Bulletin - read free eBook in online reader or directly download on the web page. Select files or add your book in reader. Download and read online ebook Art Smith's Story; the Autobiography of the Boy Aviator Which Appeared As a Serial in the Bulletin write by Art Smith. This book was released on 2013-09. Art Smith's Story; the Autobiography of the Boy Aviator Which Appeared As a Serial in the Bulletin available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1915 edition. Excerpt: ... Chapter x. THAT two hundred dollars was on my mind every minute of the next three months. Dad got the money from the bank that had first refused to lend it to me. I remember, just before the banker signed the check, he looked at dad and me over the tops of his glasses for a long time, hesitating., "Mr. Smith, I ought to tell you that you are doing a very foolish thing," he said. Dad straightened up in his chair. "The lots are good security," he answered, and shut his lips tight. The banker signed the check and pushed it to me across the desk. "The bank will have to collect the money promptly on time, you know," he told dad. I spent that money with the utmost care not to waste a cent. Al and I were back in the tent with the machine. We took it apart while we waited for the supplies to come from New York. We went over the engine and got it in the best possible shape. I had the work all figured out, just how much must be finished by a certain time. The note was coming due in ninety days. I allowed six weeks to get the machine rebuilt. Then I meant to try for the cross-country record and win the Scientific American prize. There were delays. The New York shipment was routed wrong. When it finally arrived there was a mistake in it. I had to order again, and wait. Other things went wrong. We worked in that tent as I have never worked before or since. From the first dawn, as soon as it was light enough to see, we were at it. We worked until we were too tired to hold the tools. Al proved then the fine, unselfish friend he is. He had given me months of time without a cent of money in return. His clothes were as shabby as mine; half the time we had to borrow a few cents from the other boys for food. He had no time for fun, hardly any for rest....