Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1877-08-30

this liquid once known, it costs ab-
solutely nothing"
One Of the boys whispered
"Barnum ought to have this fellow.
Let's call in P. T." But the others
appeared too nearly paralyzed with
interest, or wrapped in wonderful
admiration of the Doctor of San
Bastiano, to observe the secret fling.
The doctor continued:
"But this is not my invention, or
rather, it is not what l have come
to talk to you about. Here is a
machine"-and he placed his hand
on the black box-''here is a ma
chine which, when constructed on
an enlarged plan, will run all the
machinery in this city for-well,
absolutely nothing except the cost
of attendance and fabrication.
Keely's model is run by water
this is propelled by the circumam-
bient air, which rushes into the re-
ceiver and is straightway converted
into the most powerful agent science
has yet developed. You know the
strength of the hurricane that scat
ters the habitations of men-the
whirlwind that levels tropic forests
the storm-wind that lashes the
great sea into fury until it swallows
ships and submerges cities on its
coastsl Well, that is the power
which this machine is made to
utilize. The immense force-this
gigantic evolution of hitherto
secret principle in nature-is here
chained as with a distaff thread.
will not say it is not dangerous if
not carefully guarded. BY the
lightest touch Of one spring, which
| could show you, there could be
produced an explosion that would
rend this building intoinfnitesimal
atoms, go that not one brick would
remain whole or in its place, SC
complete"
Here there was no Disgusting the
uneasiness of the boys, One OF
them-the stock reporter-made Il
break for the door, and the rest,
like flock of sheep, followed. The
doctors concluding words were lost
He followed us down stairs and i'm.
plored us to have confidence in his
ability to control the machine. But
it was useless to talk. We couldn't
be beguiled into propinquity with
that Internal machine again. The
doctor made all kinds of promises
He had a little retort, he said, and
would light his water-gas so that
we might see he was not trying to
humbug us. lie would set his ma
chine in motion and stand close
beside it, that we might be assured
OF entire safety. No 60. The panic
had struck us, and the doctors elo-
quence was lost.
Just as the Four Courts man
was about to start after a police
man to compel the stranger to re-
move his devilish black box, q
rough, bruiser.looking chap stepped
up behind the doctor and exclaim-
ed, "Here's the id eloquent old
cuss now! Come along with your
cuffs, JIM" Another brawny fel-
low came along side as the first one
seized the Doctor of San Bastiano,
and ina twinkling the bracelets were
on him, and, amidst objurgation8
and imprecations, they started away
with him, the doctor vainly en-
deayoring to free himself from his
captors.
Old ire-Plug, who does the fire
reporting, ran along with the party,
and, addressing himself to Brui8er
No. !, asked in a whisper, -" Who
is this man ?"
Why, it's Jack W. Lebull, the
widest maniac in - Asylum.
lie escaped yesterday, and we nave
been hunting him up and down for
twenty-four hours"
q" But you must come back and
take that internal box ont of the
office, SO that we can go to work" I"
said Fire Plug.
"Ha, ha," laughed the Bruiser;
"he had you on that string, did
he? Well, just pitch the burned
old box in the stove. There's no
more danger in it than an empty
pill box"
"Well, this is a beautiful SELL"
said Telegraph, as we all re-entered
the office, alter hearing FPS re-
port.
And it was. There was nothing
in the box, save some fragments Of
old clothing; and the bottle was
filled with not very clear hydrant
water. But it was not till the city
editor sent out for a pitcher of
beer that our nerves resumed their
wonted frmness and the evenings
work progressed as before the appa-
rition of San Basriano.
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| will now say word upon a
subject that | have seen wOefully