The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1904-10-16
Copyright. 1904.
BY
Harper & Brothers


ST am fortunate as ever heEsaid as
he took his seat. New friends, old wine:
and our chefs sauce tartare is incompar-s
able tonight What more can the heart
of man desire ?'
mot even the north pele?" said Indi-
man.
.'Ah, the pole. Bah. 1 can put my
hand on it when l want it. Did tell yca
that start tomorrow on my fifth expe-
dftion? Success is certain Will you
honor me by drinking to it," We drank
solemnly.
Il though you wefe wearing dark
green scarf / interrupted, somewhat
irrelevently, speaking to Indiman.
II am he replied.
1T is red insisted. Not green at
ALL,
NONSENSE said Indiman, and there
upon Mr.. Coleman Hoyt burst into a
cackle of laughter
Complementary colors,' he said. All
the blue, green, and yellow rays are ex-
cludued from this kindly light invented by
our friend Magnus; consequently there
can be no sensation of those col0rs within
our vision s4e
"a curious fancy" said Indiman.
''Say rather the most glorious and bene-
f1cent of discoveries" retorted Mr.. Hoyt
"All life and vigor and power Of achieve
ment are dependent upon the red end OF
the spectrum. Incapacity, failure, dis
ease, death-they are generated by the
violet rays alone; eliminate them, and the
problem of existence is solved. All hail
to thee, o Magnus. and to thy incom-
parable genius Light of lights. All haiil''
A score of voices took up the cry. and
know that I shouted with the rest.
Then 1 felt Indimans hand upon nay arm;
my sober senses partially returned
Keep hold of yourself he whispered. and
the warning came in time; pushed away
my winegiasS, and thereafter ate only
enough of the exquisitely seasoned yiands
to satisfy my hunger. And all the while
Mr.. Coleman Hoyt babbled foolishly about
the white glories of the queen of the
North; tomorrow he should again be on
the way to her dear embraces. THE
pole gentlemen; behold, l arrive; cest
moi.
We passed out into the general room.
The card tables were now full, the bill
lard balls rolled necessarily across the
green CLOTH from an inner room came the
unmistakable click of a roulette wheel.
Men talked loudly of their projects and
ambitions shortly to be accomplished. An
epic poet was. about to publish his mag
mum opus, the birth of new star in the
poetical armament; a Spectator had
made his great coup-tomorrow he would
have the wheat market eornered.
my novel; cried one. MY sym
phony!'' retorted another A third said no
word, but looked at the miniature of
woman's face that he held in the hollow OF
his hand-looked and smiled.
The night wore away; nay, speeded
we're the better word, for no one felt any
suggestion even of WEAKNESS or safety.
Then suddenly the rose glow grew dim
mer;. little by little the laughter died
away and the voices were hushed. A few
of the holder spirits set themselves TO
stem the receding tide. buttheir blasphe-
mics quickly trailed away intoSsweak in
coherencies and again silence conquered
all. And darkness fell.
servant crossed the room and drew
aside the heavy velvet curtains draping
the false windows; the pure colorlesS
light streamed in, but it disclosed world
in tinge all blue and green and indigo.
Our eyes, SO long deprived OF the rays
emanating from the violet end of the
spectrum, were now affected by then,
alone; every object was horribly trans
formed by the blush green bands sur
rounding and outlining it. A man brushed
carelessly past me; it was Colman Hoyt.
and his face was of a man already dead'
his lips moved, but no sound issued
from them. He passed into the model
room connecting on the west with the CEN
trail hall; there was the sound of a fall,
and Indiman and followed quickly. Yet
not quickly enough, for across the great
globe upon which were traced the rec
ords of his four unsuccessful expeditions
lay the body of Colman Hoyt. He was a
heavy man, and he had evidently flung
himself at his full weight upon the sharp.
arrow pointed rod that served as the axis
of this miniature world; it had pierced to
his very heart. The. north pole-at last
he had reached it.
LET us CO." said Indiman to me, and
we stole quickly away.
Now, in the vestibule below. a young
man who had entered in haste pushed
rudely past us and made for the row OF
private letter boxes fixed opposite the
coat room He paused at box No. 81 and
gazed eagerly into 1t. The front was OF
glass, and could see readily that the box
was empty. The young man had his
pass key In his hand. but 1t was clearly
useless to insert it. and he finally turned
away. his countenance displaying the Bit
terest sense of disappointment. His wild
Iy rowing eye encountered that of Espec
Irfdiman. "Sir." he began, impetuousiy.
then checked himself, bowed ceremonious-
ly, and was gone.
(To Be COntinued.)