The weekly Ottumwa courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1857-1872, 1859-04-14


air Of satisfaction, and placed it on the table.
II am delighted to know that you are
pleased with it," he said. 81 was sure you
could appreciate it. 1t would run for hours
in that way. "A large car can be construc-
ted on the same principle; Of course, a per-
son must be on board of it to control and
govern its velocity. There's motor, Mr..
Reed. No expense-no cost--no fuel, water
or heated air. t''" .S'l IL
"But you have not told Inc what the mo-
tor is, Mr.. Miles" 10. .."o '1'.'" "4' ..'
'Haven'tI? Well bend your ear over"
He glanced rapidly around the room, and
there was such fire streaming from his
eyes, that would not have thought IL
strange had there been smell of singed
whiskers in the room. .gu5.guar4u I
He whispered in my ear, in a very low,
soft, dry tone: ..s.,..r ...
""Quicksilver, sir" ,..,
"Quicksilverr' l cried, jumping from my
chair. .,.......
"Hush-hush! For heavens sake, exer-
else more caution Yes, quicksilver. Look
here" G-y"~ $3.50 "E'' .'aE '.~ 1 -.r
As he spoke he unscrewed small cap at
the end Of one of the arms in the fy-wheel,
and poured some quicksilver out into the
hollow ofhis hand.q .,rrr-,,-r s-r,.r ~
"Are you convinced, Mr.. Reed? These
arms are all hollow, and partly filled with the
liquid metal. As the wheel revoves, the
quicksilver, in flowing from the hub to the
tires and back again, keeps up the motion,
and increases it with each revolution. Ol
course, by additional machinery, an even,
regular motion could be obtained" %"
Astounded as was, thought flashed
across my brain, and very indisc1eety out
with it. saagg aH -.s.fa, .-E a4,..g< ,.t
"Ah, bui-Mr. Miles--how will you get il
to run up hill?'' ,.....r --.ru.-. e,rY
His countenance assumed look of blank
dismay--he pushed back the bushy hair
from his forehead-then rose abruptly to his
feet.
| shrank away from the burning maniacal
glare Of his eyes. A" l N
"Up hill? Up hill? 1t has no business
up hill Ifit has, that can soon be remedi
ed. Not another objection, sir. Look here
Mr.. Reed-you alone possess my secret-s
discovery for which / have toiled and labor
ed for years. The secret shall die with
YOU" E1. aat.a. efsaa-aan
Selling my revolver, which, as Ihave said
lay carelessly upon the table he leisurely
drew sight upon my vest buttons.
sprang back to the flrthest corner of ths
room. My face was livid, and the perspira
ton oozed from me in great drops. His eyes
glared upon Inc like tiger's-like de
mons.
He pulled the trigger-a report followed
a line of smoke cleared away from the sweat
ing barrel, and | lay writhing in agony or
the floor a.3 a .""0
How long he remained in that position,
know not. at last became conscious of 8
violent shaking, accompanied with, 70 90
'Mr. Reed-Mr. Reed! Ho, Ralph !"
Opening my eyes, beheld my friend Riv
ers, bending over me. ..... .
| "What in the world is wrong, Reed?" ht
asked, half seriously, half comically.
"Who shot T" asked. e-. ...s r-.r..rs p.
"Who shot?' and Rivers musical laugh
filled the room. "Who shot? why l sho
you with champagne cork! look here ~
He led me, still bewildered, to the table
Two bottles Of delicious champagne win,
were in readiness. =" ~
"Oh, see,"I cried, rubbing my eyes
"You have brought in some
"Champagne-and you have been expert
menting in" nof H r
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