Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1914-09-10

] ment OF the science OF paleontology 7
Think, Henley-to add to humanity's
knowledge Of the extinct life that
came before our own! 1t is a labor
to fire the imagination And that is
my purpose. | shall build and endow
in this city the most complete pale.
ontological institute In the world, and
before lay aside the project. branch
institution in each of the largest cities
Of the nation" The voice trembled
with emotion.
There was a sound as of two hands
sharply meeting. Good! j see! Let
the Scotchman look to his laurels
MacGregor may build his libraries, but
Quinby shall have his archaeological
institutesi"
Mark wondered at the patience OF
the answer. "Ah! You are pleased to
jest. But the project is new to you.
And" sighingly, ''the young think only
of wealth and power"
MY dear Mr.. Quinby," the other
purred, mo man in his senses could
jest at paleontology. = What the
dewitt"
The speakers had turned the corner
Of the veranda and come upon the
eavesdropper. Thus for the frst time
Mark Truitt looked upon the two men
in whose legions he was to conquer.
Who has not in fancy's gallery a
portrait OF jeremiah Quinby, taken
from the prints of the day when his
star swept so brilliant through the
sky? The lofty brow seems to shelter
very ferment of noble projects. The
grave eyes and mouth speak to us of
a great soul anguished by the sight of
suffering humanity's needs. which he
is bravely. self-effacipgly seeking to
| relieve.
Photography has been less kind to
Thomas Henley. No philanthropy has
claimed him as its apostle. And then
he was less promising subject for
the art. His body was squat and
heavy; his face was bony and ugly and
arrogant, often still further married by
cold, cynical sneer. A lesser man.
thus presented, would have been repul-
sive. Yet from Henley radiated a tre-
mendous vitality that made him mag
netic or compelling as he chose-the
dynamic quality that could galvanize a
man or a regiment to the mad effort
he demanded. After the first glance
Mark looked no more upon Quinby;
he understood why the philanthropist
had SO meekly swallowed the inso-
lence.
This" ne thought, "is man"
Henley charged upon him. gripping
his arm.
What the DEVIL he repeated. "are
you doing here?"
Looking into the window"
What are you doing that for?"
Because" Mark answered simply.
Il never saw anything like it before"
Probably" the philanthropist-to-be
suggested nervously. backing away,
'he is some sneak thief. Perhaps
you'd better hold him while / get
help"
"Oh, don't be frightened" Henley
replied protectively. Il won't let him
bite you"
The sardonic note was again upper
most. Mark, looking down at Henley
he had the advantage of his captor
by half head-grinned involuntarily,
and was himself led into impudence.
No, l won't bite you, Mr.. Quinby.'
Quinby took another step backward
his nervousness becoming more mani
fest He knows my name! He may
be some crank who"
my dear sir!" This time there was
touch Of Impotence in the words.
Gentlemen Of your importance must
hold words. II you'll feel easier, step
inside while attend to this Peeping
| Tom"
The philanthropist, still insensible-
| 1t seemed--to the thinly yelled inso.
lence, accepted the suggestion.
Nov them" Henley demanded sharp
ly, what do you want here? You
don't look like a sneak thief"
Il brought letter to YOU"
who from?"
"Dr. Richard Courtney"
who's her"
| Hes our preacher In Bethel"
Bethel? Elucidate Bethel"
Mark defined the village geograph
ically.
"Humph! Let me see the letter."
Mark gave the missive to him, and
Henley, opening 1t, began the perusal
How many letters like this do you
suppose get every day."
"A good many, / expect"
"Dozens!" Henley snapped. "Dox
ems! Enough. II gave 'em all jobs
to cover the Quinby mills three deer
with incompetents in a year."
He completed the perusal of the let
| ter.
"Well," he sneered, you who peer
through windows. I suppose you want
a nice. fat job you're not fit to fill!
They all want that"
Suddenly Mark felt anger, hot an
ger. at this arrogant young man, moi
so many years his senior, who baited
| philanthropists with as faint scrupline
as he rough-handled the seeker OF
work. Henley saw him stiffen.
mo, I don't" Mark cried hotly. 81
only want chance to work. A chance
to show what I'm good for"
IF that's all you want--what are
you good for?"
I'm a blacksmith. but can do any.
| thing"