The Miller press. [volume] (Miller, S.D.) 190?-current, 1914-01-01
CHAPTER x.-contInued.

SNEBNE [h
Rawn asked nothing better thar this
idea. II was beautiful, and ne valued
Ut over all his many and various other
ventures. He could let his silent
partner put other men out OF work;
and 30 these could be rehired at such
price as he himself cared to set, lie
say the time approach when he would
The able to retail at a price, remote
from his silent, ~tireless partners la
tbors, merchantable packages OF power,
40 feed a cart, a pillow, a wheel or any
sort; power to lift and labor. to toll
ceaselessiy without remonstrance. II
was and Is a splendid dream. It's bear
ting 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. in this republic, that he saw
on ahead only limitless personal pow
or, hmitless geld. jewels, wine, women.
personal Indulgence OF any sort that
appealed to him? Shall we blame Hal
sey for %dreading the issue OF these
plans, delaying them all he could;
ciinging to the belief that the earth
was the Lords and the fullness there
of; and that the Lord gave 1t to al
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-
ton cf this company burned inwardly
at this enforced secrecy and this I'M
GeemIy delay. The mysterious factory
mt the edge OF the great inland city
BtHi was silent. The directors ragged.
Whey wanted to drain to the last drop
the strength even OF this tireless
xiant. They wanted to begin to bot
tie, measure and sell, sell for ever,
The very force which holds the spheres
IA their places In time we shall per.
flaps see completed what these men
planned. There is no logical reason
why, IL one planet a be owned by a
John Rawn or SO. yet others should
not
For a long time Jim Sullivan. fore.
man al the factory Of the Information
nj. wondered and pond cred as to the
real intent of these strange machines
which he saw little by little growing
up under the uncommunicatiye 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
ccptrally-hidden huge glass jars. and
the long, toothed ridge, like a delicate
metal comb. which surmounted the
ton OF each. There was something
mysterious about 1t all. He was sure
that Hagsey did something with these
machines when the men were not
abvat. The very air seemed throb-
hing with some tense quality of mys.
terry. The men themselves were sus-
pScIous. irritable. Never was the air
An any factory more surcharged alike
With Ignorance aud with anxiety. Man
after man. good mechanic though he
was. cult the place simply because he
AID not know what he was doing. The
Keeling Of mystery was tense. oppre
sive.
On one certain Sunday morning Jim
Suiliyan strolled over to the vacant
factory. He knew that the superin-
keudent had spent almost the entire
night there working alone OF n OF
4hese mysterious machines. 1t stood
khere now. And-yes! u was different
from what It had been when Sullivan
last saw It! It was 10 apparently
complete, SO far as he could tell.
There was no one rear II. Halsey had
xouc home, to bed. OF late he had
been Yery tired. pale. haggard; and be
always was at work In the factory.
when good men slept. and knew light.
winged dreams.
Tim Sullivan stood now looking at
The grim, uncanny machine. hands In
His pockets. wondering. He looked
about him. superstitiously. There
.eemcd TO be something iu the air. he
could not explain what. He turned.
knoking behind him. and tlptoed to the
.;ernnt door, where Tim Carney. the
I1necoated guardian, stood leaning
AGAINST the wall.
.~Y1m!'' he whispered. although there
- none % hear, Come on In here!'
what Il Il. Jimr' asked the watch