She stretched forth her hands, and would have grasped the form within, but it was graspless as air.

I stumbled along through the young pines and huckleberry bushes. Pretty soon I struck into a sort of path that, I cal'lated, might lead to the road I was hunting for.

Peter Hitchman is the proud owner of another unusual motor-cycle — a French autoped dating from pre-1914 days.

I found this note on the floor. At first, it looks like nothing special, but after I saw the weird symbol on the back I thought there might be something to it.