The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1913-06-16
Copyright, 1913. by ". G. Chapman IN the United
states and Great Britain

village or any other place by the
name of 'Cirynith 20
Mr. Hale thought for moment, then
admitted that he had never heard of
the place.
Astra felt some satisfaction.
AS Hale left the crystal palace, he
met the tall, bronzed man who had
arrived on the fourteen-hour limited
from San Francisco that morning, on
the broad stairway that led up to the
main entrance. He eyed the sunburnt
athletic man curiously; the man, not
withstanding his modish style of dress,
looked a stranger.
In the hall, he handed his card to
the waiting servant without word.
The servant looked at it and saw but
one name:
Napoleon Edison"
AS the stranger had no appointment.
Astra told the servant to advise him
that she could not receive anyone I'M
til Thursday evening, after the crema-
ton of her fathers earthly remains.
Edison shook his head somewhat i'm
patiently.
IF you say it is her wish not to see
me until Thursday evening, l must
wait Notwithstanding the Importance
of my mission"
He turned, left as hurriedly as he
came. His whole being seemed sur
charged with energy.
Napoleon Edison met his short
friend Santos on the roof garden be-
fore the hourly stylograph. The round,
rudy checked man was watching the
helioboard with interest He enjoyed
the great city immensely, and at that
moment he was laughing heartily at
the comic section shown on the board
The newspaper was reproducing some
funny pictures made by Chicago art
list in the early days of the twentieth
century. 81 have never seen such
amusing brain products in my life," he
said.
Edison smiled at the amusement Of
| the man he called Santos. Taking his
arm, he led him to the elevator. This
| time they went to the subway tube
and, after making some inquiries Of
the guard, Edison bought two tickets
| for New York. 1t took two hours for
| them to make the journey between
Washington and New York.
| After they left the train, the two
| elbowed their way through excited and
| mourning crowds. Santos could hardly
keep pace with the long strides of
| Edison. They turned into Forty-sec-
ond street from the avenue and hur-
ried into the Hippodrome, an immense,
/ k,,4 Ill -&r - -
nineteenth century.
The continental party had gathered
in this building and a somewhat stout
woman was speaking when the two
strangers entered. The audience list
/ ened to the woman with intense atten-
! ton; her pleasant, strong contralto
voice filed the great hall and she
| brought out important points in her
address with decisive strokes.
Edison and Santos stopped and list
ened,
ITO whom do we owe all these bless.
/ ings? To whom must we give thanks
/ for the thousands OF other things that
/ add comfort to home life, travel and
/ national existence2 To whom but the
man whose soul has left the clay and
entered the land of peace: Hannibal
Prudent, ex-President of the United
4 Republics of America.
Il know that many of the section
H lists and internationalists say we are
isolated from the countries that gave
us our ancestors; know that the sec
tionists think the isolation was an out
rage against our further development
in art, literature and science. They
think those things, but we continental
lists know differently.
ct is true no Italian singers can be
imported to please the ears of the
wealthy; it is true that we cannot add
ancient pictures to our collections o.
masterpieces; it is true that the
yachts of our rich cannot make tour
of the Mediterranean; but compare
our losses with our gains!
"Since the isolation we have Great
ed our American art Does not tina
alone pay for our isolation?
"Our singers sing the airs of oul
country; our artists paint pure, be
loved objects and scenes known to al
of US.
Look at our magnificent, lofty ar
chitecture, our terraces and roof gar
dens at our reversible street covers
at the swinging gardens, tube ant
aerial roads. These are our own
these are not Influenced by foreigl
education. We created them our
selves"
She stopped for moment, stretches
out her shapely arm and continued:
Before the isolation Of our cont
nent, we were a mixture of all the na
tons of the world; today we are na
ton complete in ourselves. There ar
no English, Irish, Butch. German, Ital
ians or Spaniards left. These nation
alities have merged and produced tn
citizen of America"
Her voice sank lower and vibrate
with emotion.
"a new item has sparkled througl
the country, bit of news even NOR
heart breaking than the news OF tn
departure Of the greatest man GU
country has produced. mean tn
news shat our stronghold is near it