Pierre weekly free press. (Pierre, S.D.) 1889-19??, 1907-09-19

methodically folded the papers n q
pile, he allowed his thoughts to dwell
upon the recent incidents at Brighton.
Charliewood had killed himself
What did that mean? It simply meant.
that Eustace Charliewood was out Of
the way. The baronet had not a single
regret in his mind. Despite the genial
ity Of his manner to his late bench
man, when circumstances had seemed
to require that, he had regarded him
as simply servant and a tool, and as.
Of considerably less Importance In the
scheme of things than, say, deli
cate induction coil or q new drum
armature.
Then there was Marjorie. In his
quick, summarizing way, allowing no
emotion to enter his brain at the mo-
ment, Sir William reviewed that aspect
Of his Brighton visit, too. Well, that
also was satisfactory. Things were
going, indeed, far better than he had
hoped. He had accomplished exactly
what he had meant to do--rather more,
5indeed-and he had done SO with singu-
lar success. His position with Lady
Poole and her daughter was perhaps
stronger than it had ever been. even
in the days when his position was, so
to speak, an official one. Good again!
And with that the cool, hard intellect
dismissed personal affairs entirely and
with sigh of relief the physical body
of the man leant back in his chair,
while the brain went swiftly and glad
ly into the high realms OF science.
At Victoria Sir Williams motor.
brougham was waiting, and he was
driven swiftly through the lighted
streets Of London toward his own
house in Regents Park. He smoked
cigar and bent forward, looking at the
moving panorama Of people under the
gas lamps as man sits in an arm
chair and lets the world defile before
him. And as he watched the countless
throngs, streams that moved and
pulsed in the arteries Of the great city
as the blood moves and pulses in the
veins and arteries Of man, he was
filed with a tremendous exultation
and pride.
Soon-ah. soon!-he would be
master of every single mind and soul
that, housed in its envelope Of flesh,
fitted so rapidly past the windows of
the sWift-moving machine In which he
sat.
No secrets, great or small, noble or
petty, worthy or evil, would be hidden
from him; and he alone, by the power
of his intellect and the abnormal force
of his will, had wrested from Nature
the most stupendous and mysterious of
all her secrets!
There was but little more to be done
now before the great invention would
be shown to the leading scientists Of
the world.
Already slight hints, thin rumors Of
what was being done in the laborator-
les at Regents Park, were beginning
to filter through the most important
scientific circles. A paper read by Sir
William at the British Association. a
guarded article contributed to the
Nineteenth Century, propounding some
most daring theories as to the real &C.
ton of the mind, had already prepared
some of the shrewdest brains in Eu-
rope for a possible revelation Of some.
thing stupendously startling in the
realms Of scientific achievement.
A few keen and brilliant brains had
realized, IL Sir William was right ever
in these preliminary conclusions,
whittier they tended. Lesser scient-
lists, who could not see so far, knew
nothing The man in the street was
only aware that the great scientist had
been working for years upon abstruse
problems which had no interest to him
whatever.
But, nevertheless, in the highest cir
cles there was an indubitable stir and
rumor.
Ito Be continued.)