vaiting for. I haf bring him to your town und I show you how he vorks."
"But why did you bring it to me?" asked Dick.
"Vhy? Because, listen," and the little man approached closer and began whispering. "I read about you in der papers. Iss it nod so?" and he smiled broadly. "You are der richest young man vot efer vos. Ach, I know!" and he winked one eye at Dick, as though the millionaire's son had tried to conceal something.
"So, now I proceed. I hear of your great wealth. I learn you vos a young mans. You are bright, quick, smart. Yes, iss it not? Veil, I invent der airships. I am a shoemaker in my city, many miles from here. Vun day der great ideas comes to me. I see a bat fly. Quick, I say, I will make me a airships like der bat. He is heavier as a bird, yet he flies. So I stop making shoes und I make airships. Iss it not so?" and once more the smile illuminated the kindly face.
"Did you succeed?" asked Dick.
"Not at first," replied the German, gravely. "Many, many times I t'ink I fly into der air, but I falls to der ground. Sometimes it hurts. Vunce I breaks my leg. But dot iss noddings. Ven I get veil I make improvements. Now I haf der great machine vot flies; yes?"
"Where is it?" asked Dick, becoming interested in the queer little man.
Then Herr Doodlebrod proceeded to explain. He said he had heard of Dick's wealth, and, need-
