News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1884-11-13

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he is immortal, as the first living creatul
that was telegraphed through space.
The inventors eyes glowed and h
form dilated, He touched the fou
knobs, one after another, as rapidly as
musician would strike four consecutiv
notes. The door of the second cylinder
sixty feet distant, changed open, the do
sprang out, and came to ST. Vrain at hi
call. About the animals neck was th
paper roll. He opened it, read the mem
oranda, and cried aloud in ecstasy: 9Th
paper is more porous, and the ink seem
faded; but I must not expect to transfe
whole libraries across the Atlantic with
out little more practice"
Then for long time he was lost il
thought. Suddenly he exclaimed:
81 must know the experience myself
Who of all the world, but st. Vrain
shall first Of men traverse space thus p
That frenzy and utter obliviousness t.
danger, that at times beset all genius o
the highest order, now controlled ST
Vrain, and he threw prudence to th,
winds.
"Anyone will do" he cried. "Any
person can touch four knobs one aftel
another.
He fastened out upon the street jus
as the faint dawn began to streak th'
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ing against post. st. Vrain approached
him.
"Come on, L want you to help me 6
minute, and I'll give you twenty dol,
lars"
"All right, capt'n, I'll go aboard.
Money all gone. Time to ship fol
mother v'y'ge."
Then st. Vrain hustled him upstairs,
and, opening the door of the second cyl
inder, thrust him in moment, till the
vital emanation from its walls somewhat
sobered him. A few minutes later st.
Vrain and the ignorant stood before the
mysterious door over which the four sill
yer knobs cleaned.
"Now," said st. Vrain, 'I am trying
an experiment of great Importance.
When open the door and step in and
close it, you must touch, one after an
other, these knobs marked one, two,
three and four"
And he made the man go through
with this operation several times, till
sure that he understood it.
"When 1 come out, which will be as
soon as you touch the last knob, I will
give you, instead of twenty dollars, the
one-hundred-dollar bill that 1 hold in
my hand"
st. Vrain stepped into the dark cylin-
der, armed with a firm will, and antici-
pating the astonishment of the sailor
when he should step forth from the
other. He closed it, and the man in
stantly reached up to the four knobs.
He pressed the first; ST. Vrain was
xhirled into the depths of total uncon-
,eiousnSssa. Dizzy, however, with the
effects of his potations and
with the atmosphere from the interior
of the cylinder, the sailor failed to press
the second knob and open up communi-
cations he pressed the third, and a
soft light filed the room he pressed
the fourth, and the second door opened,
the light ceased again the Vital Force
revived his whiskey-sodden brain to ac-
tivity. No st. Vrain returned. He
waited fifteen minutes, and he tried to
open the door of the cylinder, but failed
completely. Then he pressed the first
knob again. The roar as of whirlwind
followed, and the room began to trem-
BILE under foot; he had released double
portion of the dreadful Solvent Force,
the second silver wire began to hum
like telegraph wires in a storm. To
have pressed the other knobs would
have restored ST. Vrain's atomized BODY
and floating soul to normal relations,
but the shaking of the room frightened
the sailor from further experiment in
that direction. He saw another knob
upon the cylinder, marked five, and
pressed it in total desperation.
The third wire between the cylinders
threw forth mighty rays and foot-Iong
electric sparks. Both cylinders toppled
forward, and toward each other, and, as
they fell, crashing, they melted under the
frightened sailors sight, first into flying
fragments of iron, and then into faint
and disappearing flakes of iron-rust
The Solvent Force and the Vital Force.
released, and rushing into each others
had naturally destroyed each
other, and somewhere in the dust-sown
particles of the dingy garret, into which
the earliest sunlight was just beginning
to shine, were the atoms that half an
hour before had made up st. Vrain. the
greatest inventive genius the world had
known.
The trembling sailor fed from the
spot IN wild terror, and was on shipboard
and at sea before another daybreak.
Deeper dust gathered on the walls and
books and forge; the rain drove in at the
open window, and St. Vrain's blankets
nodded and decayed month after month.
AT last the quarterly rent-day came,
and passed, and st. Vrain, for the first
time for ten years and three months,
failed to appear. The gruff, unshaven
receiver of stolen goods who owned the
was delighted.
dot queer man promise to pay
double rent, so long as 1 never ask
questions about his pis'ness. 1 dinks he
counterfeit money. Now 1 make him
pay more" And he went to st. Vrain's
garrett, took possession of his goods,
ools, and curiosities and ultimately sold
hem. The receiver of the stolen goods
,ould not read and st. Vrain's descrip-
ion of his machine, written on brown
paper, was thrown into the
'sh barrel with other rubbish.
MORA. .-Keely himself would better
lot fool too much about his motor with
is unknown vapor force. The first
hing he knows he will be missing
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