Waterbury evening Democrat., 1891-01-09
CHAPTER VII,
rNTION.

THE LOAN OF AN INVENTION.
 This machine, if once set in motion, will never stop" said the inventor, as he poured out glass full of beer; ''I re- gret to say that have not yet learned how to set it in motion, but that is 8 trifie, sir; trifie. The solution of this little difficulty will come"-and he tapped his forehead confidently.
 He was a lean-bodied, thin-legged man, clad in llfirting and soiled gar ments. His face did not harmonize with his gaunt figure. It was of the German type, round and full in the cheeks, with high color, and sandy beard and mus tache. The contrast told his story: his invention had fed upon him, while he himself had had only the poor nourish- ment of hope. He had been talking full ly two hours; and Russell had begun to fear that the poor fellows vocal organs realized the dream of endless motion which his invention would forever dis appoint.
 II have no use for this machine un- less it can go," said Russell. "I read the story of reporter who said that it's movements were such as he had never seen in any thing inanimate before.'
 The inventor smiled as he filled his glass with beer and placed the empty bottle with twenty others in circle around the edge of tho table, in the mid dle of which stood the wonderful ma chine.
 II remember the young man well," said he. "A pleasant fellow he was, too, but he hadn't your head for beer. We drank only seventeen bottles that ar5 hn f11I hot fhiS machine went whirling round and round with a motion which he felt sure that nothing in Heaven or earth could ever stop. His description was not wholly accurate, but it gave that idea of end less rotary force which my machine will realize some day. I think he must have written the story immediately after leaving me, though l would not at the time have thought it possible, It was not a deception of the public; it was a view in advance of the reality. We shall see it some day"
 "I am afraid I can not wait," said Russell; "but let me give you some ad- vice. Don't work too steadily at this thing. Get something else to do and let this be your relaxation. It will be better for you and it will not hurt the machine"
 He forced payment for the twenty bottles of beer, bade the inventor a cheerful goodbye and escaped just as another lecture on occult mechanics was about to begin.
 It was the second day of Russelrs search for an invention. He had begun the work as soon as he had left Gilbert Rays office after the little game of ''pulling sticks" An advertisement in 8 newspaper had brought him bushel of letters from inventors, and he had be- gun to sift their merits. The result so far had not been encouraging. The first load of replies had consisted of ninety per cent. luRacy and ten per cent. fraud; but among those which were waiting for him at the newspaper office after his adventure with beer and perpetual motion was one which gave 1 promise of real value. It was rough, straight forward letter, signed John Deering. The writer described him. self as an assistant foreman in a shop where electrical machinery was made. He had long been familiar with the subject, practically and theoretically. He had invented an electrical engine, 1 and he would like to have the adver- tiser see it.
 Russell called upon John Deering 1 that evening at his home in suburban town. The Deerings lived in house well kept and full of comfort. There i was no sign of del t, dirt or other ap- ] purtenance of genius. The inventors daughter, neat and pretty girl of four teen, answered Russell's ring and ush- cred him into the presence of her fa- l ther, who sat in a cheerful parlor read 1 ing book. Mrs. Deering and a little