The Madison daily leader. [volume] (Madison, S.D.) 1890-current, 1913-01-30

throw her IA, mostlike, by this thing
here. 1t luRs like she was done, and
IL she is, / don't know why the boss
wud go away and leave the roof open
yer her" He pointed to a sliding
window In the roof directly above the
machine. He then reached out and
swung some OF his weight upon the
end OF the engaged arm or lever.
Then, to the joint surprise of the two
observers, a very singular thing forth
with occurred.
"What happened, as nearly as either
Of them later could describe it, might
have been called a duplication In large
of the phenomena of Halsey's original
motor, with which he burst the fan in
the railway Office at st. Louis. There
was a low cracking In the air, a
dancing series OF blue flame points
along the toothed ridge. Then began
a low purr, as Of a motor In full OBJ
Grafton. They could see sparks emit
ted, somewhere at the interior OF the
intricate machinery. A living, split
ting, cracking roar filled the air about
them-the roar OF the shackled river.
far away, raging at the violence done
1t! A projecting shaft. fitted with e
pulley head, began to r~evolve, faster
and faster, until it's speed left 1t appar-
emily motionless.
Something had happened, they knew
not what. Tho machine was alive!
Some force seemed to come down out
Of the air, to locate itself somewhere
within this intricate mechanism. They
stood, two bullet-headed, hairy, DOW
erful men, looking at what they had
done.
DO we mind hat now 2" gasped Jim
sullivan, and wrenched at the. lever,
restoring 1t to It's original position.
The purring of the motor ceased, the
blue sparks disappeared, the roar sub
sided growlingly.
What was it?" demanded Tim Car
ney. Throw her In again, JIM"
Not on yer llfe!" gasped Jim Sulli-
van. II dunno what tits. but I'll take
no chances with the divil an his
works, on a Sunday leastways. There's
somethin' wrong In here, I'm tellin'
you, Tim. What made her go, | dun
no. She's under power, same like a
compressed air drill-but where'd she
git her power?-the divil's In II, that's
all, Tim. I'm thinkin' the best we can
DO is to git away from here. Come,
shut the dure-an' watch 1t. Me, I'm
goin' to the praste ag'in this very day!
see now what that felly wanted!"
Jim Sullivan locked the door and
left his friend guarding IL; then hur.
ried across the street to the superin-
.tendent's cottage. Mrs. Sullivan, busy
there about her morning duties, would
have stopped him, but Jim would have
no denial, and Fastening up the stairs
to Halsey's bedroom, impetuously de-
manded entrance. Halsey, drawn, bag
gard, unshorn, greeted him, half sit
ting up in bed.
What's wrong, Jim?" he demand
ed. Has anybody got into the
works2"
Hush, boy!" said Jim, his finger ON
his lips. "You need tell mo nothin'.
But | know what It's all about"
Halsey sat looking at him dumbly.
Fire me IL you like, my son." went
on Jim Sullivan. "'Tis true I've done
what | had no right to do. Mr.. Hal
sey, sir, ! throwed her inl"
you did what?"
Il throwed her In. An she worked
she worked like a bird! Then |
throwed her out ag'in an come away
nm 1nnInl 4hA AnAw Tt.a -,.. 49,
too. IT'S none of my business. But
I've come to tell you the truth, an you
can fire me II you likel But it's hell.
it's harnessed hell we've got In there.
An others want to stale It."
BY this time Halsey was getting
into his clothing and only half listen
ing to what his foreman said.
What kills me is, I can't see how
she works! She runs by herself ali
the time, chuggin' like a fire ingin.
But where does she git it?"
Halsey made no answer. He was
pale as a dead man. A few moments
later they were hurrying down the
stair, across the street. and through
the long, deserted room with Its rows
of gaunt enginery. They stood before
the completed receiver, whose motor
so perfectly had caught the power of
the free second current from the air
John Rawn's c~ostless, stolen power.
What makes her go?" demanded
Jim Sullivan. Fer what Is the hole
in the roof yon?"
Halsey turned to him. Its the Mis-
sissippi river makes 1t go, Jim. II we
didn't leave a hole In the roof how
could the river go through? Now do
you understand"
my boy" said Jim kindly, laying a
large hand on his shoulder, you're
off your nut, Of course. l don't blame
We, workin' 10 long as We have, an
w%orryin'. 'Tis a rest We must be takin'
now, or they'll be putin We in the
bughouse fer fair!"
You're right" said Halsey. II think
I'll just take a little ride this after
moor Jim, come here and help me.
want to see II we can charge up this
electric car. II car do that. Jim, my
boy. I'll be richer by six o'clock than
either OF us ever dreamed Of being!"
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