Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1914-07-23


sieve; then with it he mixed tbs ~. -
dust and put all but a haudf,d -
glass jar.
He carefully deposited the ann, =.
in the jar on top of the earth ana - -
them lightly sprinkled the rer,s, ~
handful. This done, he put the ~
in the sun.
In a week they came, sewers,
dred vigorous young ants wiz
heard Of energy for ant hin buIla,.
but with no material with wh;1s
work except the grains Of god ~
scattered throughout almost ~
scopic dust. But, heavily handles,
as they were, they went vigorous.
work.
In two weeks a tiny hill, q rs,-.
ant hill of pure gold. was er.s',
within the jar. Philip watched :.
process with huge delight. Soon i.
golden hill was alive with whit !.
vac, eggs Of a new generation. u.
they, too, had become ants he ds..---
ed the hill and once more mixed i.
gold with the dust. Again the ~.
workers sorted 1t all out and bs.E
hill of gold.
Before long the house was fun y
white larvae, which in time Inn,
into a third generation of ants aerv,
toned to handling nothing but eon
But this was not his plan. ST.
months had passed. and still be ",
no nearer the hundred thousand al
lars or Ethel than before. But be h,
gained this much-he had a plan Ia,
TO his mind, at least, promised cert,I.
ty, so that day he applied for tu,|
weeks vacation from the fruit hoc,.|
where he was bookkeeper.
Incidentally he asked for and recel,
ed a pass to Arizona and return. Ths|
away to Arizona went Philip s.uu.
and his trained ants.
He returned to New York, wsr
quietly to work recording peaches al
prunes. and said nothing.
Five months passed, still no so, |
600. But two weeks more were If
when Philip appeared one morning b /
fore Mr.. Harrington, the millioma F
banker.
well, Philip, my boy. have You I'll
itT asked the old gentleman eagefy.
"Don't know. sir. That Is what Il
want you to go and see." responia
the young man.
"Where?" asked the elder.
Arizona" said Philip.
"Mining?' said the old gentlemar
ST don't know, SIR" said Philip. I
want you to go and see with me VII +
you"
The old man rubbed his bald pate Re
fectively.
philip, you're a genius. Ny phyk
clan told me I needed change
scene and a higher altitude Wen
to Arizona. Be ready to start in ID
morning"
A week later Philip Stone and BAN
er Harrington stood on the high anl
plateau thirty miles west Of Phoelil
Ariz.
philip, my boy, 1 don't see az
mine here" said the old gentlensl
Then he looked at Philip suspicouslI
Perhaps the poor boy is unbasns
ed" unused the old gentleman. "broas
ing over all this, l was cruel to nn
for he is not the kind and he Is %
the breed to plan anything irregular
"No miner" said Philip. with thass
shine in his face.
mo mine," repeated the old gennt
man.
Look at your feet, sir" SUCCESS
Philip joyously. you're standing
an ant hill, SIR
Banker Harrington looked instS1l
at his feet, at the ant hill. It xs
mound two feet high of pure gold
There's Ethel, sir" said Philip
The old gentleman gazed with oGe
.aouth. He reached down, TOOK a na.e
,'ul of sand-gold 1t surely was nil
bushel. and easily 100000 wofth
He reached over and took Pnlnp
the hand. =.
ALLOW me to congratulate you -
ip, my boy; you have done 1t. len y
how did you find it,"
ST find it, sir? / didn't ] OLD y y
forcing three generations OF hii Du.
ing red ants to collect gold dnst W.
they'd nothing else with wncn
build. I bred into them the insu
to collect nothing but gold. siI mon.
ago I brought them out ners
planted them. You see the ress'. -.
The old gentleman saw anu :.
and there gave Philip his fun Coles -.
On their pack horses they to0A
ant pile to civilization.
Philip had won Ethel. The oa =
was delighted. Philip was So.
but the most dehghtea
was Ethel. -
Banker Harrington enthusiast
that he had the mos. -
ligent son-in-law In existence i Z
supply of ants Is unlimited. ana =
OF Arizona are undoup'eoy
lions of gold dust that. for iaeA "
ter, can never be washed :,
But in destroying that gooss =,
bill for the sake OF his gold ing
killed all the traine
Philip could never again prev
other hill like them. 1t is no" ~
the lost arts. - uS
But the motto engraved on .ns q
escutcheon reau''
10 the ant, thou slrscard-'