The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1915-04-29

ed. 'sWhoopee! here's one thing in 2001,
that can understand anyway! Hurrah''
and l sat down feeling joyful indeed that
the old patriotic tune still survived. Every
body in the place was staring at me but
what cared l.. My friend looked at me as
though he thought l had suddenly gone
crazy. had right to yell. No one can
deny that Put any man, don't care who
ne is, If he's an American, in place where
everything is different from what he knows
it ought to be, and h en- play
the good old "Star Spangled Banner and
if he's got tongue and lungs he will yell,
you can bank on that.
When the band ceased playing the pictures
were thrown on the screen. They were not
black and white pictures but pictures show
ing the original colors. 1t was grand.
When the moving picture people were NOV
ing their lips we heard them speak, when
birds were shown we heard them sing; in
fact, every moving object sounded the same
as though in reality. The show lasted an
hour and a half and then Charles and l re-
turned to the hotel. Although it was early
| excused myself to him, for the excitement
of the day had greatly tired me, and went
to my room.
The "time banisher' was on the table
just as had left it in the morning. l went
over and sat down, moved the indicator back
to 1915 and taking hold of the handles, sat
for sometime trying to make up my mind
to take flying trip back to 1915 and see
how things were progressing. l got to
comparing the events of 1915 with the events
of POOL and somehow l began to feel that
l never wanted to see 1915 again. Keeping
grip on the handles ofthe machine | arose,
picked it up and started for the junk pile.
l had only taken step or two when STUN
| bled and fell with a crash. My head came
| into contact with some hard substance and
Inconsistencies ensued.
When | next became aware of my sur
roundings, l lay on my bed and good old
James, my man-of-all- work was bathing my
face and forehead with cold water. "Where
am r. l cried standing up in bed.
Its all right, sir, said James, 'you
are in your own ROOM
Chow did get here?" asked him.
"How did you get here?" he questioned
| in reply. 'You haven't been out of your
room since last night! You must have went
| to sleep in your chair for when found you
at eight O. clock last night you were stretch
ed out on the floor with an ugly cash on
your forehead. You probably fell off your
chair and struck your head against some
thing, but don't you worry, you'll be all
| right in few days"
tried to tell him about Adonis Argyle,
his internal time banisher and my involun-
tary trip 10 the year 2001, but he only look
ed sadly at me, shook his head and left the
room muttering to himself. And so it has
always been. No one believes my wonder
full story. When l am among a crowd of
my old cronies and tell them about 2001
there is hurried exit and sound of tap
ping on empty heads. No one will believe
me, but know Adonis Argyle lives and
when find him, woe is me but he shall die
an awful death. | have written my story in
order that all may read; the world shall be
the Judge as to whether my story is true,
and, if the world decides that | am lunatic,
l shall chalk down another score to be set
tied with Adonis Argyle. Selahl l have
finished!