The herald-advance. (Milbank, S.D.) 1890-1922, 1907-10-04

= 1880
Donald Megbie. the we'll known jour
nalist and writer on social and relig-
ious matters. Donald Megbie held
rather a curious position in the lit.
erary world. He was the friend Of
many great people, and more often
than not his pen Vas the vehicle
chosen by them to first introduce their
ideas and discoveries to the general
public. When 1t was time to let the
man In the street know Of some stu
pendous discovery Maybe was called
in. and his articles, always brilliant
and interesting, explained the matter
In popular terms for the non-technical
mind.
so Gouldesbrough has not yet
Gomez" Sir Harold Oliver said.
Not YET" Lord Malvin answered.
Il have had a telegram from him, how.
ever, to say that he is compelled to
be rather later than he had expected.
l have told tho butler to wait in the
hall for him, and to bring him straight
through here directly he arrives"
"A remarkable man," said Mr.. Meg.
bic. in that low and pleasant voice
which had become so familiar in high
places-even in the private rooms Of
cabinet ministers, 1t was s%aid--during
the last few years.
"A man none Of us can afford to ig-
nore," Sir Harold answered, with q
slight sigh of impatience.
Megbie smiled.
INV doar noro1d - Cl. rJoroJS 5000
on. please don't smile in that superi.
or sort OF manner. I ! know what you're
thinking. You're thinking how these
scientists love one another. You are
accusing me of envy, jealousy, and un-
char1tableness. I'm not jealous Of
Gouldesbrough, great as his attain
ments are, and I'm IRE l don't envy
him"
ANY n might be forgiven a little
envy on such an occasion as this"
Megbie answered. Il confess that if
1 thought everyone of import.
ance in London were me- together in
Lord Malvin's house to welcome me,
to hear what l was going to do next,
l should be rather more than pleased"
Lord Malvin smiled kindly, but the
noble old face grew sad for a mo-
ment.
"Ah." he said, you are young. Mr..
Megbie. 1 thought as you think when
l was your age. But n finds out
the utter worthlessness Of fame and
applause, and so on, as one grows
older. The work itself is the thing!
Yes; there and therein only lies the
reward. All else is vain and hollow.
l am a very old man and 1 am near
my enc. l suppose I may say that
such honors as can be given have fall
en- to my share. Yet l can honestly
say that l would give them all up, I
would efface myself utterly, If l
thought that Twas on the brink of the
discovery which I believe William
Gouldesbrough has made and will tell
Us something about tonight"
The other two started. A deep note
of seriousness had come into the
voice of the venerable old man. It
portended Notwithstanding vast
and far reaching-and they all stood
silent for a moment, occupied with
their own thoughts.
The distant music Of piano and
violin rose higher and higher in keen
vibrating melody. There was a note
Of triumph in it which seemed to &C.
centuate the gravity and Importance
of Lord Malvin's words. The triumph
ant notes of the man who was CON-
ing were singing and ringing through
the halls and chambers of this great
house!
The music ceased suddenly and
there was a great clapping Of hands.
At that moment the three men
waiting In the inner room saw a tall,
black figure moving toward them;
the figure of a man on whom people
were beginning to press and con-
verge; a figure that smiled, bowed,
stopped continually to shake hands
and receive greetings, and made slow
progress toward them.
Sir William Gouldesbrough, the
man of the future, radiant, honored,
and successful, was arriving to greet
Lord Malvin, the man Of the past.
. Ito Be Continued.)