The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-03-21

Rensselaer, "You don't mean any thing. 1 know. but you should be no more bold here, even in jest. than abroad"
 "How do you know I don't mean itT' returned Lillian. with an earnestness which could not be altogether conceal ed by her raillery If MT. Kelvin could make himself emperor of the world would exhaust every vile known to femininity. every stratagem known to diplomacy. every force known to warfare. to become his con- sort. To be empress of the world. to have life and death dominion over ev- cry living creature. to hold in my hand more power than has ever been pos sessed by any human being-for these things I would jeopardize my happi- ness. my life. my very soul!:.
 Phillip glanced across at her with more interest than he had yet shown and found, with thrill which he could not deny. her eyes shining into his.
 An hour or so later Phillip had oc- casion to go into Blagg's room. and there he found Lillian.
 "You speak of dominion," Lillian said animatedly. conscious of her pow CT over the gaunt operator and per haps using it to pique Phillip. "here it is," andshe indicated the new wire less apparatus which. Introduced but recently, was rapidly becoming univer- sal. 1t was supplied with keys like typewriter and differed from that ma- chine in only one essential respect the paper in it was upon roll. like ticker tape. and from either side of the contrivance glass tube filled with a phosphorescent greentsh light ran straight up to the ceiling.
 with all Instruments thrown into key. MT. Blagg can reach any one or all of the wireless stations on che face of the globe" she continued. "At his finger tips s all the world"
 As she spoke the greenish phosphor- essence in the tubes began to glow and crackle in regular waves. the mechanism of the typewriting device began to click, and upon the tape there appeared succession of 'M's." Blagg self consciously drew out his watch and held it while he watched the tape.
 "Noon at Washington" he said. "I am not a second out of the way" Me chanically he reached out to the keys of his machine and wrote upon it the letters of the alphabet in apparent idle ness from "A' to "G" and back again. then signed "G. B."
 Docs that idle tampering with the keys carry any placer" asked Kelvin.
 "Yes." replied Blagg; ''every opera tor in the world got that message"
 As Kelvin left the room he caught Blagg eying him with the utmost malevolence.
 Three hours later old Fargus came shuff1ing into Kelvin's room. ''Mr. Breed wishes me to tell you that MT. Rollins has arrived and that he would like to see you in the library"
 In that dim old room Kelvin found Rollins sitting uncompromisingly up right. his lips compressed. his jaw set. his eyes stern. He was a smooth faced man of under forty. with unusu- ally frank. eyes which inspired trust at once.
 "Mr. Rollins has just told me that he is not here for a compromise '' Breed interposed upon their greeting.
 "I am sorry to hear that. Rollins" said Kelvin. "I have been going over the situation pretty thoroughly and am willing to admit that if you fight us it will annoy us somewhat. but it will be losing venture for you"
 "1 don't think it." returned Rollins. his face hardening. 'I am willing to pit my reputation with the public against Mir. Breeds at any time."
 "Why make it a matter of reputa- tion. Rollins?" suggested Breed. "Why