A month went by, then two, then three, they had heard nothing from the office in Washington. Jim and Jessie wondered why it was taking so long. Jessie continued working at the Colville Feed Store, and of course, Jim kept working in the basement of the Arcade, keeping the power and the heat at a constant temperature. It was a little more difficult now, Jim was daydreaming of better things to come and had difficult time focusing on his work. He knew he had to concentrate on the furnaces, one dial incorrectly adjusted, an auger working to slow or too fast, a cam nut bolt adjuster out of sequence, or a pressure release valve getting clogged, so many things could spell disaster. Late November, still nothing from the Office in Washington, Jim couldn't sleep well at night, he kept thinking of his wool and what it would mean when he got the patent. How he and Jessie would travel, maybe to Paris or to Ireland. Jessie could head West and perhaps learn more of her mother and learn if the "Indian" was really her father. It would explain her love of running and football.
She would go to Canton with her friends on Sunday, every Sunday during the season, to see her Bulldogs in action. She loved to sit and watch the leather helmeted boys play their game. Jessie proudly displayed the six game balls that had been presented to her for her devotion to the Bulldogs over the years. She had gotten to know Mack Harmon, who played, and now coached the team. Mack recognized certain traits and expressions in Jessie, as he had played years before with the "Indian," and was confident who her father was.
Mack was in awe of this, he called her "the daughter of greatness." Two days before Thanksgiving, that year, Jessie went with her friends to Dayton, to see the game between the Bulldogs and the Flyers ... one of the big games of the year. Their spirits were high as they journeyed to Dayton. The weather was crisp, but sunny, a perfect day for a championship game. She would stop and say "hi" to Mack, wish all the boys well and let them know that she and her friends would be cheering for them during this championship game.
They yelled loudly as the boys trotted on to the field, resplendent in their uniforms of gold and blue. "It will be a fine game," she said to herself, but for some reason, she looked up to the sky, and there was one dark cloud, a small one, not a large one, directly over-head, the formation almost resembled a face .... She screamed out to her friends and the crowd around her ... "Look ... that cloud .... That face ....It's Jim." Those that knew him were astonished. It was his face. In the clouds, during the kickoff of the championship game, exactly one o "clock.
