Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1913-12-05
CHAPTER x.-continued.

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Rawn asked nothing better than this
idea 1t was beautiful, and he valued
1t over all his many and various other
centuries. He could let his silent
partner put other men out OF work;
and so these could be rehired at such
price as he himself cared to set. He
saw the time approach when he would
DE able to retail at price, remote
Grom his silent, tireless partners Ia
bors, merchandise packages of power,
TO feed cart, plow, wheel OF any
sort; power to lift and labor, to toll
ceaselessly without remonstrance. 1t
was and is a splendid dream. It's bear
ing is as YOU be Rawn or Halsey. That
power shall labor for or against man
kind as ourselves shall say.
Shall we blame ourselves, or John
Rawn III this republic, that he saw
On ahead only limitless personal pow
er, Iimitless gold, jewels, wine, women,
personal indulgence Of any sort that
appealed to him? Shall we blame Hal
eey for dreading the issue of these
plans, delaying them all he could;
was the Lords and the fullness there
of; and that the Lord gave it to all
mankind? And shall we blame the
stock holders for being impatient at
renewed delays? The wire transmits
sion was installed, making every man
in the international rich Yet every
man in the secret of the real ambi-
hY7Y.v Cd Nd Nv
at this enforced secrecy and this I'M
seemly delay The mysterious factory
st the edge of the great inland city
still was silent. The directors ragged.
They wanted to drain to the last drop
the strength even of this tireless
giant They wanted to begin to bot
sic, measure and sell, sell for ever.
the very force which holds the spheres
I'm their places In time we shall per
maps see completed what these men
planned. There is no logical reason
why, if one planet can be owned by
John Rawn or so, yet others should
not
For a long time Jim Sullivan, fore
man at the factory of the Information
al
real intent of these strange machines
which he saw little by little growing
sap under the communicative direc-
.tion of the superintendent, Halsey. He
had never seen anything like them,
with their vast coils of insulation,
their intricate cogs and wheels. their
huge glass jars, and
rid oil ofa
metal, comb, which surmounted the
top OF each There was something
mysterious about it all. He was sure
Chat Halsey did something with these
machines when the men were not
about The very air seemed throb-
hing with some tense quality OF mys-
terry. The men themselves were sus-
picious irritable Never was the air
I'm anv factory more surcharged alike
with ignorance and with anxiety. Man
after man. good mechanic though he
was. Quit the place simply because he
did not know what he was doing The
feeling of mystery was tense, oppres
sivo
on one certain Sunday morning Jim
sullivan stroled over to the vacant
factory. He knew that the superin-
fendent had spent almost the entire
night there working alone on one Of
these mysterious machines. 1t stood
there now. And-yes! it was different
from what it had been when Sullivan
last saw il. 1t was now apparently
complete, so far as he could tell.
There was no one near it. Halsey had
gone home. to bed. OF late he had
been very tired. pale. haggard; and he
always was at work in the factory
when good men slept, and knew light
winged dreams.
Jim Sullivan stood now looking at
the grim. uncanny machine, hands in |
his pockets. wondering. He locked
about hiTh, superstitiously. There
seemed to be something in the air. he
could not explain what He turned
looking behind him. and tiptoed to the
front door. where Tim Carney. the
alne-coated guardian. stood leaning
SGainst the wall
TIM he whispered, although there
~xas none to hear. Come on in here."
What is it. Iim?' asked the watch
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