The Idaho recorder. [volume] (Salmon City, Idaho) 1886-1927, 1915-01-14

men we're already at work on thli
fresh story.
Near the corner Of the park DarroW
saw standing a policeman OF his varied
acquaintance. The scientist walked
up TO this man, who was standing IN
the typical vacant uncertainty. smiled
agreeabIy, clapped him on the back
and shook his hand.
barrow slipped his notebook from
his pocket. and scrubbed few lines
which he showed to the officer. Inc
latter read, inwardly digested for
moment, and smiled
Keep your hair one" ran Darrow's
screed. This will pass in few min
utes and 1t won't hurt you, anyway.
Don't look like all these other dubs.
He stood there companionably by
the patroIman. They looked about
them. All at once, with this touch OF
normal, unafraid, human companion
ship. the weird terror of the situation
fell away. barrow and his compan-
ion were seeing humanity disiointed
from its accustomed habit, as one
looks on a stage full OF men hypno-
tiled into belief of an absurdity.
Where the bIotting out OF electricity
had been tragic, this, as soon as its
utter harmlessness was realized, be-
came comic All about through the
park men were meeting the situation
according to the limited ideas de-
veloped by a crustacean life of abso-
lutte dependence on the shell of arti-
fetal environment. A considerable
number of all sorts had fallen on their
knees and were praying. One fat
man in evening dress, with silk hat
and large diamond stud showing be-
tween the lapels of a fur-lined coat,
was particularly fervent. By force OF
habit barrow remarked on this indi-
vidual
IN bet he hasn't been to church
since he was a kid" he observed.
The policeman caught the direction
of his look, however, and grinned with
understanding
Some stood frozen to one spot, their
faces agonized, as man would stand
still were the earth likely to yawn
anywhere. barrow would have liked
to reassure these, for their eyes as
pressed a frantic terror One red
faced individual with white side-whisk-
era. looking exactly like the comic
paper caricatures of the trusts, had
evidently refused to accept any ar
bitrary dictates of natural forces.
Probably he had never accepted any
dictates of any kind. He was going
from one taxicab to another, trying
to command driver to take him some
where, talking vehemently and author
itatively. his face getting more and
more purple with anger. The taxi
cab drivers merely stared at him stu
pidly.
THAT old boys kept his nerve"
barrow remarked, of course maud.
IDLY, to his companion. But he'll die
of apoplexy if he doesn't watch out"
Again the policeman caught the di-
rection of Darrow's glance, and grin
ned in understanding He reached his
huge gloved hand for the young mans
pencil and paper, on which he wrote
the name of a man high in railroad cir
cles, and grinned again with evident
relish.
AT that moment an entirely self.
possessed young man swung across
the street He surveyed the two men
sharply a moment, then approached,
producing a sheaf of yellow paper as
he did so.
Professor Darrow?" he wrote
barrow nodded
The young man pointed to himself,
then to the Despatch Building.
"Cause?" he wrote and waved his
hand
barrow shook his head.
"Dangerous?"
barrow shook his head again.
The reporter was about to add an
other question, when barrow reached
for the paper II was thrust eagerly
into his hand. barrow consulted his
watch.
IT." ne wrote. you will wait here
four minutes. I'll give you an inter.
view"
The reporter read this. and nodded,
You're on" he added to the writ.
ten dialogue. Then he produced Gig,
arctic, lighted it. and joined the other
two men in their amused survey OF the
public's performances.
During the four minutes that ensued
barrow examined the reporter specu,
latively, Finally his eye lighted up
with recollection.