Williams news., 1914-04-09

wfthstanding his modish style of dress. looked . stranger.
 In the hall, he handed his card to the waiting servant without . word. The servant looked at 1t 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 un- til Thursday evening. after the crema- ton of her fathers earthly remains. Edison shook his head somewhat i'm patiently.
 "If you say 1t Is her wish not to ses me until Thursday evening. 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. ruddy checked man was watcbing the helioboard with interest. He enjoyed moment he was laughing heartily at the comic section shown on tue board. The newspaper was reproducing some funny pictures made by a Chicago art ist In the early days of the twentieth century. "T have never seen such amusing brain products in my ffe." 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. It 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. but very old structure. relic of the nineteenth century.
 The continental party had gathered in this building and somewhat stout woman was speaking when the two strangers entered. The audience list ened to the woman with intense atten- tion; her pleasant, strong contralto voice filled the great hall and she brought out important points in her address with decisive strokes.
 Edison and Santos stopped and list ened.
 "To whom do we owe all these bless frn cviv kAo lr~ for the thousands of other things that add comfort to home life. travel and national existence? To whom but the man whose soul has left the clay and entered the land of peace: Hannibal Prudent, ex-President of the United Republics of America. T know that many of the section ists and internationalists say we are ! isolated from the countries that gave
 us our ancestors; I know that the sec tionists think the isolation was an out
 rage against our further development
 in art, literature and science. They ists know differently. "It is true no Italian singers can be imported to please the ears of the wealthy; 1t is true that we cannot add ancient pictures to our collections of
 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 creat- ed our American art! Does not that
 alone pay for our isolation? Our singers sing the airs of our
 country: our artists paint pure. be-
 loved objects and scenes known to all of us.
 Look at our magnificent. lofty ar l chitecture, our terraces and roof gar
 dens at our reversible street covers.
 at the swinging gardens. tube and
 aerial roads. These are our own