New-York tribune., 1910-12-18

They don't pretend to tell me the TRUTH don't seek to
deceive they make no display of wisdom; but out
of them | learn much about the motives of men. As
time goes on nearly ali theories of the heavy books
are exploded All theories of government are full of
The old idea that every man has an equal show
in life false You might Just as well say that every
possessed of the physical strength. Nature
is full of inequalities reoces in the strong depresses
the weak and the great men of the past who thought
to interpret Nature have for the part been wrong
There does this earth to be anything that
is permanently right. So have gone back to the sim
pie books. And as man grows older, he does not
become simpler, there is something wrong with him.
Hackett sat looking him. Never before had he
found him so genial. Books are only the experience
through which mems minds pass, said he And
nothing is easier natural than that the mind OF
man should be corroded with error have been read
ing lately along the line of my assignment from you;
but | can that it has enlightened me much. And
have been observing searching Closely but haven't
vet found evidence of unselfsh soul. Perhaps you
gave me a task you knew | couldn't accomplish
L am not in the habit of spending money tasks
that | regard as impossible Gobson replied. The
fact is that am anxious for you to find for me the
selfish soul. 1t would do my selfish soul good to
build that temple And. to show my faith, have
had architect draw up the plans. Let me show
YOU He opened a drawer and took out large thick
Beautiful" said the detective.
complete in every detail, except as to the name OF
the soul-the of the possessor, you understand
That will be in letters of gold the door said Cob
There will be no other building in the world 50 ded
Gated" said the detective, still gazing in admiration
"One would think that it had been erected in the
Hadrian Age
Old GobSon smiled. And I waiting for you
bring me the What have you to report this
tme?'
The detective shook his head. 'As have advanced
l have become sleptical, he answered.; but have
not given up hope become faint hearted: To-
morrow am going out into the country and shall be
gone don't know how long. When | return L shall
come Immediately to your house
Old Gobson bent over his big book and the detective
bowed himself of the
TWO months passed Sitting in his library night,
old Gibson would smile grimly as he muSed, Il
lave given them something to think about! But
after so long tie had passed without seeing Hackett
he began to grow inpatient Once he dropped IN at the
agency and inquired about the detective; but the
chief could give him no information, so there was moth
ing do but to wait.
But when two months had passed Hackett came one
night Rrisklv be entered the library, and without
giving Cobson an opportunity to invite him to sit
down he said:
Il ready to write name above the portals OF
Glad to see YOU" declared Gobson, and his
tenanCe proved that he meant it. Sit down and let
see whether the name is ready or not.
Hackett sat down and the old fellow actually smiled
1rnOn him He turned about in his chair to rest his
elbow on tie table and his hand shook as he brushed
away pile of papers Hackett caught his emotion and
his heart snote him with misgving lest after all he
might have brought only the news of the old skeleton
"Well?" said GObson.
Skirmishng with himself Hackett cleared his throat
AWAY down in the country there lives old man
named Silas Tobin He IS poor, lives on farm worn
out and mortgaged One day about a week ago lobn
was on his way church, walking along the railway
track The dav almost deathy hot. Cattle
drooped in the woods. Birds having forgotten their
songs drowsed-"
Il don't any poetry Gobson interrupted
Give Your report.
wait and listen Hackett replied.
Il have waited and will listen. Go ahead.
''Thank vou" said Hackett. Then he continued,