Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1915-02-11

your hend IT, b. reese.
"This laboratory Is dlr~tIy above
Green
"Yes"
I'VE will cut small hole through
the ceiling" suggested Hassam All.
quite unnecessary. can adjust
this ray 20 any distance up 70 nye
miles. I can pass II through wood and
iron and burn what ! wish on the 9th
err side. IL Is all matter OF mathe-
MATES. l made a miscalculation or
the submarine would never have been
touched"
"show me how the internal thing
works. don't mean the chemical
analysis OF t. mean Just the simple
mechanism"
The inventor. true to his class and
kind. Instantly forgot his personal dan.
ger. His whole soul was bent upon
ono service to humanity-a world with
out war. And he was positive that he
alone possessed the thing that would
make war so horrible. so annihilating.
| that humanity would no longer dare
to make war. Presently the cracking
Of electricity was heard. and the
strange odor which always follows
the path OF lightning filled the room.
Far out In the bay was series OF
empty barges being returned from the
deep sea dump. The inventor turned
bis ray upon that after carefully meas
urlng the distance. something after the
manner Of civil engineer. There was
a remarkable range finder on the top
| Of the machine, but this the inventor
used only when objects were below
the horizon.
The two men watched the rear barge.
Presently II listed: then II began to
sag, and a cloud Of smoke burst from
the matches.
Good hpavens!' grasped Hassam
Ali. did you strike that barge under
water?"
"Oh. no. am powerless against
wood under water, but all metals are
like so much paper"
what are you going to do with TIT
Hassam Ali was dazed by the colossal
power OF the machine.
when the time comes ! am going
TO present It to the United States gov
eminent"
"Man. there are millions and millions
In it!'
~ am u patriot" said the Inventor
simply.
II was about this time that Zudora
arrived ut the photographers studio ON
the door below. At the sound Of the
interior bell the photographers came out
of his dark room. To ZudOra he did
4. not look like any photographer sne
had ever seen. His big head was Gov
4 cred with shock of rusty colored hair
he needed shave; his necktie was
awry: his coat was speckled with to
bacco ash, and chemical stains invited
attention. But his forehead was all
right and his eyes kindly. II keen.
"Ah, you are Miss Zudora. Your I'M.
Gle telephoned to me that you would
be here. I don't take the average run
Of photographs" His voice was en-
ercetic.. There was Teutonic bur to IT.
for all that his name was Green. Hut
Zudora did not notice this at the time
"You see." he went on. I'm some
thing Of an inventor. One Of these
days I'm going to revolutionize Pho
Biography. Now. II you'll just sit down
for a moment until finish the plate
I'm working on I'll be at your service
He returned to the dark room. But
he did not bother with any plates. In
stead, he placed his ear against tele-
phone-like object and listened. Has
sam All was not alone. evidently. In
the secret OF the man In the room
above. A scowl crossed the face OF
Green, and he muttered an oath 10
German. When he came back to Zu'
dora he was smiling.
Now. then. you want full length OF
headY
Just the head want something
unusual"
you've come to the right man
then" -.
He took a piece Of wood from his
dat desk. The wood was highly polish
ed. From a shelf he took down .
beaker and poured some Of the liquid
upon the piece Of wood. Then he took
some LIQUID from another bottle AND
spread 1t over the wood. at almost the
same time holding the square In front
Of Zudora's face. Next he threw "'
some dark liquid.
"Behold.' he saId enthusiastically.
"Why." she cried. astOnnded. Il nev
er saw anything like that:
"Few have he declared. NOV
come tomorrow ut 3 aud III have nix
for you on wood. steel. copper. Iron
cloth and celluIOid. When ! can make
this cheap I'll put the average camera
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