Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-12-18

They don't pretend to tell the truth don't seek to
deceive me, they make no display of wisdom; but out
of them learn much about the motives of men. AS
time goes nearly all theories of the heavy books
exploded All theories of government are full of
The old idea that every has equal show
in life false You might just well say that every
man is possessed of the physical strength Nature
is full of inequalities reoces in the strong, depresses
the weak, and the great of the past who thought
to interpret Nature have for the part been wrong
There does not on this earth to be anything that
IS permanently right. So have gone back to the SIM
pie books. And as grows older. if he does not
become simpler there is something wrong with him.
Hackett sat looking at him. Never before had he
found him so genial. Books 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 have been read
ing lately along the line of my assignment from you:
but can say that has enlightened me much. And
have been observing searching closely; but haven't
yet found evidence of unSelfsh soul Perhaps YOU
gave me task you knew couldn't accomplish.
II am not in the habit OF spending money on tasks
that regard as impossible" Gobson replied THE
fact is that am anxious for you to find for the
selfish soul. 1t would do my selfish soul good to
build that temple And, to show my faith, l have
you He opened drawer and took out large thick
piece of paper. What do you think of that?"
Beautiful" said the detective.
Complete in every detail except as to the name of
the sou-the name of the possessor, you understand
That will be in letters of gold the door, said Cob
son.
Gated said the detective, still gazing in admiration
"One would think that it had been erected in the
Hadrian Age
Old Cobson smiled. And am waiting for YOU to
bring me the name. What have you to report this
timer"
The detective shook his head. "As have advanced
not given up hope become faint hearted To-
morrow am going out into the country, and shall be
don't know how long, When return shall
Old Gobson bent over his big book and the detective
bowed himself out of the
TWO months passed Sitting in his library at night,
old Gibson would smile grirnly he unused, II
Rave given them something to think about" But
after so long tine had passed without seeing Hackett
re tegan to grow In patient Once he dropped in the
agency and incurred about the detective; but the
CHEF coud give him information so there was moth
ing to do but to wait.
Put wren two months had passed Hackett came one
night. Prskly he entered the library and without
giving Cohson an opportunity to invite him to sit
down, Re said:
II ready to write name above the portals of
your temple.
"C1ad to see you" declared Gobson and his coun-
tenance proved tfat be neant it. Sit down and let
whether TIE is ready or not
Fackett sat down, and tie old fellow actually smiled
upon him. He turned about in his chair to rest his
elbow the table, and his hand shook he brushed
away pile of papers Hackett caught his emotion and
his heart smote him with misgving lest after all he
might have brought only the of the old skeleton
"Well?' said Gobson.
Skrmishing with himself Hackett cleared his throat
away down in the country there lives an old man
named Silas Tobn. He is poor, lives on farm
his way to church, walking along the railway
track. The day almost deathly hot. Cattle
dropped in the woods. Birds having forgotten their
songs, drowsed-"
Il don't want any poetry" Gobson interrupted.
Give me your report.
"Wait and listen" Hackett replied.
Il have waited and will listen. Go ahead"
"Thank you," said Hackett. Then he continued
"Tobin came to carload of steers, a siding. There
wac no station near The car mist have been Ont