The daily Gate City. [volume] (Keokuk, Iowa) 1855-1916, 1915-06-27

10 sincere how can she tell people that she
comes from heaven? You say she must come
from heaven in order to believe. 1t Is quite
riemarole know that you have peen
thinking and experimenting for years toward
some such end as this. But am business
man. and have to be shown.
Yours with sincere interest.
To this Professor Stilliter answered:
Dear Barclay:
She only has to believe that she comes from
heaven. If she be made to believe that.
are you satisfied? 8.
That night the two men met by appoint
ment Outlining his plan, and occasionally
going into detail. Professor Stilliter talked
rapidly for almost two hours without stop
ping. till the sweat stood on his brow ana
his voice began to fail him. He finished with
these words "And for few of US. as mere
side issue. there's billions in It.
Gordon Barclay remained for long time
in profound thought
There Is as you say" he said at last.
billions in it. Yet If I was sure that we
could make 1t happen, really make every
body contented and not poor. I'd be content
to give up everything I have already. and
could die happy"
$50 would l." exclaimed stilliter hurriedly.
But I'd rather make the world happier and
myself with it. Wouldn't you?"
Barclay shook his heavy shoulders. lifted
his 1eonesque head and smiled.
"Of course" he said. II was dreaming. I
believe the thing be done. And without
any sacrifice whatever. either spiritual or
material"
1T will take long time"
IT understand that You have to teach her
almost from the beginning.
Il don't teach her exactly. I make her
believe"
Have you a child in view?"
Now that you're with me. shall soon ind
one"
What are the chances against us?"
"Only these: That before bring her to
earth to preach our gospel you dead. or I
am. or the revolution has already come and
born different and better fruit for us ALL
Professor Miles Stilliter was never idle ex-
cept when he was asleep. On certain morn
ing in the Spring Of 1900 Professor stilliter.
having mslaid his glasses. was unable to tell
what time. it was. though he held his watch
as near to his eye-bal1 he could without
touching it. 1t was, however, his usual time
for beginning the day. for at that moment
his valet brought In the morning papers.
Professor Stilliter did not read the papers
word by word. but column by column. 1t
astonishing to see SO much intelligence
and energy and adroitness in young man
who resembled nothing much a mon
strous baby.
The following headline in the New York
American almost Immediately caught his eye
and put an end to any further search for
news:
TRAGIC END OF A EUGENIc ROMANCE"
Brilliant John Amesbury. who
married one of Americas greatest
beauties. killed by trolley car.
Widow, Frustrated by news. not
pected to recover"
A cut OF a beautiful young nan and a
beautiful young woman lent to this unusual
item of news tinge of real tragedy.
ter ont of had in
twnkling of an eye He bathed and dressed
with miraculous speed. 1t made you think
little of the way fire engine horse is har-
messed.
Swift as were all his motions. he dwelled
somewhat upon his breakfast A close OBJ
server might have noticed that he chewed
every mouthful exactly the same number of
times.
The late John Amesbury's house was at
Scarsdale. On the morning IN which this
narrative opens a number of village boys
pulling off dog fight In the quiet
country road that bordered the narrow front
lawn. Tommy Barclay, aged twelve, hearing
this racket from afar and full of the tragedy
which had overtaken the kind and friendly
people in the big house. came up dead
His efforts to interfere with the sport
and to secure peace and quiet for the sick
woman in the house were not met with ap-
. prevail, and indeed for moment 1t looked as
If the noise of the dog fight was going to be
swelled by the noise of boy fight, dozen
to one. Fortunately for Tommy, the door of
the house opened. and trained nurse, with
long face like horse and domineering
eye. came running down the front walk with
expression ominous and formidable
that, without a word spoken. the dogs were
dragged a part and the boys made off at high
speed. Something in Tommy's face attracted
the nurses attention She was far kinder
than she looked.
DO you want anything?" she said.
The papers said." said Tommy, that Mrs.
, Amesbury wouldn't get we'll" He said no
. more but his whole attitude and expression
poignant question. The nurse laid her
hand suddenly on his brown head. patted
clumsily, shook her own head just the veriest
trfe and hurried back to the house.
A shadow fell upon Tommy, and he found
himself looking into the immense thick
trimmed glasses of Professor Stilliter. Intui-
lively the boy and the man disliked each
other. Professor StHiiter would rather have
asked almost any other small boy If that was
the Amesbury house Tommy would have
preferred to, tell almost any other man that
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