A round trip to the year 2000, or, A flight through time


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A round trip to the year 2000, or, A flight through time

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A round trip to the year 2000, or, A flight through time
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Cook, William Wallace
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Adventure stories -- American ( lcsh )
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University of South Florida
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I A CARNIVAL OF AC TION ADVENTURE LIBRARY Spe odid , Inte r esting, Big S t o ri es For lhe prescnt the Adventure Library will be devoted to the pub lication of stories by William Wallace Cook. The fact that one man wrote all of these stories in no way Jetracts f rom their interest, as they are all very different in plot and local!ty. For example, the action in one story takes place in "The Land of Little Rain;" another deals with adventure on the high seas; another is a good railroad story; others are splendid Western 8lories; and some are mystery stories. All of them, however, are stories of vigorous adventure drawn true to life, which gives them the thrill that all really good fiction should have. ALL TITLES ALWAYS IN PRINT l_:The Desert Argonaut ....•.......•... By William Wallace Cook 2-A Quarter to Four .•................. By William Wallace Cook 8-Thorndyke ot the Bonita •...•.•.•••.• By William Wallace Cook 4-A Round Trip to the Year 2000 ......• By William W:allace Coo k 5-The Gold Gleaners ••.........•.....• By William Wallace Cook 6-The Spur of Necessity ...•..•........ By William Wallace Cook 7-The Mysterious Mission ............. By William Wallace Cook 8-The Goal of a Million .........•...... By William Wallace Cook 9-hlarooned In 1492 .......•....•..... By William Wallace Cook 10-Running the Signal ................. By William Wallace Cook 11-His Friend the Enemy ...•.......•... By William Wallace Cook 12-ln the Web ..............•.•....... By William Wallace Cook 13-A Deep Sea Game .......•....•..••.. By William Wallace Cook 14-The Paymaster's Special ......•...•.• By Willlam Wallace Cook 15-Adrift in the Unknown ....•.....•.... By William Wallace Cook 16-Jim Dexter, Cattleman ..........•..• By William Wallace Cook 17-Juggliug with Liberty ....•........•. By William Wallace Cook 18-Back from Bedlam .......•.......•.. By William Cook 19-A River Tangle ..................•.• By William Wallace Cook 20-Billionaire Pro Tem ...•..... , ...•... By William Wallace Cook 21-In the Wake .of the Scimitar ..•.•...•. By William Wallace Cook 22-Hls Audacious Highness ..•••.••.•... By Willlam Wallace Cook 23-At Daggers Drawa ....•....•.•• , ...• By William Wallaoe Coo k 24--'I'he Eij:hth Wonder .• , , .•• , , , ••••... By William Cook 25-The Cat's-p a w . .••••.••• , , ••• , ••• , •• By William Wallace Coo k 26--Tbe Cotton B_i:g ••••••• , , , • , , , , , •••• By William Wallaee Cook

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, , Copyright, 1903 BY William Wallace Cook A Round Trip to the Year 2000 (Printed ln the United States of America) /

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A ROUND TRIP TO THE YEAR 2000. CHAPTER I. THE MAN AND THE HOUR. Lumley stood on the deserted North River pier and looked down into the . dark water. One plunge end everything. Why not take it? He shivered, drew his threadbare coat tightly around him, and leaned against one of the piles. Really that one plunge seemed the only thing on earth for him to take, but-well, he hesitated. The Undiscovered Country seemed fairer to him at that moment than any he had so far been able to map out. He had friends there, and nowhere else. The . question of food and raiment was not a vital one in that fair land; nor could the bloodhounds of the law track him beyond its confines, or hale him from its bourne to suffer injustice at a 1Worldly bar. . .. _ --....... ------\ .

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I 6 The Man and the Hour. The hour was propitious. The gliding river lig hts swam in penciled lines across Lumley's / sight, and the chuff, ch uff of passing boats and the hoarse warnings of their sirens fell indis tinctly on his ear s as he he s itated Ofi the brink. For an instant he tottered there, and then with one long, quivering gasp he towered to his fun height, flung out his arms, and-dreyv It wasn't that he was afraid; no, no. I-fe waSI a man ahead of his time, and to let that pinchingj unappreciative era of 1900 suck him down in its undertow would have gratified it too much. On second thought, he would continue to live. Others besides himse!f had been made the butti of untoward circumstances, and yet had uiti ma tely found justice. He wouid bear with his fate until some of his progressive ideas could take roQt and emanci'pate him. As he turned to leave the pier a croaking laugh was borne to his ears. A little distance away he s;iw a figure silhou . etted in black against the shadows. stood still, and the figure advanced upon him. "Why didn't you jump?" rattfed a dry, mono1q onous voice "

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The Man and the Hour. 7 The little man-Lumley could see that he was a hunchback-stopped and laughed he put the question. "I don't acknowledge your right to make any . . in
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8 The Man and the Hou_r. "Most certainly. The toils of the law, my friend, are drawing closely about you." "Wh-what do you mean?" "I mean that Kinch is upon your trail." "Kinch ! Good heavens!" Lumley pressed his hands together and cast a wild look behind, toward the river. "And yon know about this?" he whispered, turnfog on the hunchback once more. "I know more than you can possibly imagine. Come with me and I will show you how to foil the detective. Refuse my aid and you will be behind the bars before morning." C o ld chills swept through the attenuated frame of the fugitive. His peril was undoubtedly great, yet . he was not so completely overcome by it that he yielded ready compliance to the mysterious hunchback. "Who are you," Lumley asked suspiciously, "that you should attempt to save me?" "I believe in your innocence, and it is an article of my faith that one philosopher should help another whenever he can do so. Ha!" The -Unknown turned and pointed toward the lighted street at his back. "There is Kinch-he" ")m-"'

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The Ma n and the Hour. 9 ing now. Quick! You have only a moni.ent in which to decide. Will you go with me?" "Yes, yes," murmured Lumley. "I'll go any where and do anything to avoid that man!" "Good ' !" The hunchback caught Lumley's arm and plunged with him into the darkness that lay on their left. By a detour they reached the street and sprang into a waiting carriage-. "Hurry!" called the dwarf to the driver. "You know where to go." As they dashed away a hansom cab, that had been waiting a block down the street, darted after them. Lumley looked out through the low ered window in the upper half of the carriage door. "Kinchis pursJ,ting !" he exclaimed, falling back on the seat. "Let him ccime," was the other's complacent reply. "If we reach our destination ahead of him, that is all I care." "But I care. If he knows where I go I shall be taken." "You will not be taken if you do as I require.''"What am I to do?"

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10 The Man and the Hour. \ "Wait, wait. your soul in patience." the carriage halted. Th.e hunchback, followed closely by Lumley, sprang out and ran up the steps of a house. A sharp "whoa!" and a grind of wheels came from the curb as the hansom. dashed up behind them. "Stop!" commanded a voice, and a man leaped to the walk from the two-wheeler. "In with you, Luml:_y !" ordered the dwarf, throwing open the door. Lumley, breathless and all but spent, tumbled into the house, and the dwarf closed and locked the door behind them. "Saved!" he exclaimed. "At bay, you mean,'' panted Lumley. "How long do you think it will tak$ Kinch to batter down the door and capture "Suppose he does batter down the door; he won't get you if you follow my instrhctions. This _way, if you please." As the little man started up the stairs a servant appeared in the hall. "I want half an hour, Chester," called the dwarf over the banister.

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The Man and the Hour. II "I understand, sir," answered the servant. Lumley observed that his companion had ap parently covered every point of a comprehensive plan. But there was no time for remarks or ex planations. In a few m'oments Lumley and the dwarf were behind another locked door, and in a eapacious and well lighted study. "We have thirty minutes, Mr. Lumley," said the little _ man, throwing aside a cloak which had muffled his misshapen form. "Pray, sit down and compose yourself." "I can sit down," said Lumley, dropping on a leather couch, "but it will be difficult to com pose myself with that detective pounding at your door." "Oh, Chester will take care of him." "For half_ an hour perhaps. After that Kinch: . will take care of me." "Not if yo.u have the courage of my conv1c "Will you please enlighten me?" ""' The dwarf threw hiIY!self into a chair, lo.sing himself in it apparently, and peering out at Lum1ey with bright,. snapping little eyes.

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The Man and the Hour . . ' . -'.\\ "You shall know all before very long. To begin with, I am Doctor Kelpie--" , "Not Doctor Alonzo Kelpie, author of 'Time and Space and 'rheir ?" "The. same," answered the learned doctor. • ; ' i I 'l'Are you familiar with my work?" "L could repeat it backward.,, "Ah! So much the better-so much the better, .. 1Mr. Everson Lumley. You are indeed the bright (Particular star for which I have been searching ithe skies of chance. Furthermore, you yourself are a delver after truth, and wrote that admirable :folio, 'The Possibilities of the Subconscious iEgo.' " "So I did, Doctor Kelpie," returned Lumley, iWith expanding chest and lifting head. "My life iWOrk, sir.'' "A grand thesis," murmured Doctor Kelpie. "'We are both in advance of our time. " "No doubt of it," returned Lumley, with feel ting. "How far ahe a d of this age do you think yo u stand, Lumley?" "A hundred years , I should say," said Lumle y , after racking his brain for a few minut es .

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The 'Man and the Hour. 13 "At least that," ' mused Doctor Kelpie, study ing his guest through pensive, half-closed eyes. ""'fhe world has always misused those whose ideas outstripped their environment, Lumley. In ; . ' . the olden days ' it was the rack and screw, the stake and fagot; in our more modern times it is scorn, or ridicule, or perhaps . a madhouse. I wonder that you ever found a publisher for 'The Possibilities of the Subconscious Ego' !" '"I published it myself," admitted Lumley, the of genius disprized hanging upon the words. "Thirty-six copies were sold, and the rest of an edition of one thousand copies I-12 circulated privately." The -crooked form opposite leaned forward in the oig chair : "My dear friend, your light has been too strong for 1 the eyes of this age! The startling brilliancy of your exploit has blinded your com peers! But courage! At least thirty-six copies of that tremendously valuable work will be cherished and preserved, and in the next century monuments will be erected to the memory of its author. 'Time and Space and Their Limi tations' was received in much the same fashion.

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14 The Man and the Hour. Unlike your revolutionary ideas, however, some of my theories I am able to demonstrate practic ally now. But do I cast my pearls before swine? Do I demonstrate my knowledge for the benefit of those who could not understand? No! But to you, Lumley, to you--" With the of one clawlike hand, the mis shapen body sank back into the chair's depths. "To me--" whispered Lumley eagerly. Before Doctor Kelpie could answer; a crash was heard from somewhere below. The alarming noise was followed by a s campering of feet on the stairs. Lumley sprang upright with a look of wildest apprehension. / "Kinch!" he cried tremulously; "Kinch has broken into . the house, he is coming after me here!" Doctor Kelpie aroused himself. "Be calm," said he, in a soothing tone. "You and I would be fools inde . ed, Lumley , if we could not twist the fruit of our far-reaching discoveries to our own advantage. This man Kinch has dogged you half 'round the world, has he not?" "He has!" palpitated Lumley, wiping the perspiration from his forehead. "A dozen times he

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The Man and the Hour. . has come wi thin a h air's breadth of catching me; but never, never have I been so hard pressed as I am this minute." Lumley cast about him the agonized look of a drowning man. "Have courage, my friend!" implored t4e doc tor. "Courage?" gasped Lumley. "How can I have courage when Kinch is within a dozen feet of me? You. don't know the man, Doctor Kel pie !" ,, "I will tell you why you are to face this dan-ger calmly," went on the doctor, with flashing eyes. "Although your enemy is within a dozen feet of you, Lumley, he will soon be a whole century behind, and you will be safe." The doctor got up and moved toward the study door. There w as a _ conviction in his words and a in his manner that affected Lumley powerfully. "You mean--" faltered Lumley, moistening his dry lips with his tongue. "I mean that Time, the all-powerful, shall snatch you out of your enemy's clutches. 'Ne

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16 T/1e i l1an am/ the Hour. have thirty minutes' grace . Into one-third of that time, or ten minutes, I can compress a hundred years. Pardon me a moment." As Lumley sank back on the couch, the doctor passed to the door.

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CHAPTER II. THIRTY MINUTES' GRACE. A fierce hand banged on the panels. "Open," cried an authoritative voice without, '"in the name of the law!" "Who are you?" temporized the doctor. "Jasper Kinch, detective. Everson Lumley is in there, and I shall not leave until I take him with me." "If you will allow Mr. Lumley thirty minutes' grace," said the doctor, "I will throw open the door." . "The house is guarded front and rear, and it iWill be useless for him to attempt escape." "So much the more reason why you should give us the thirty minutes." There followed a brief pause; then, to Lumley' s intense surprise, the detective answered : c.: All right; but if you don't unlock this door in thirty minutes I'll burst it open." "There will be no occasion for violence. Siti

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18 Thirty Minutes' G_race. down, Mr. Kinch, and make yourself comfort able." Doctor Kelpie turned from the door. ".You can't trust Kinch," said . Lumley. a hard man, doctor, and he's artful." "We shall make the most of our thirty minutes, my dear Lumley." The doctor seated himself, took a watch from his pocket, and held it open in his hand. "Why is this man after you?" he proceeded. "I am supposed to have broken into a bank," answered Lumley, "and stolen fifty thousand dol lars. A reward of ten thousand dollars .. has been offered for my, capture, and Kinch is after it." "I see. And you didn't break into the bankl and take the money?" ' "I'm afraid I did, doctor-subconsciously." "Ah!" "If you have read chapter two of my b@ok, you :will understand how the subconscious ego may be guilty of anything, . the real self is as innocent of guilt as a babe unborn." "That's an idea worthy of the year two thou sand, if there ever was one!" cried the doctor, irubbing his hands. "I understand that, of

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Thirty Minutes' Grace. \ course, had reasoned the matter out along those lines long ago. How did it happen, Lumley?" "I was engaged in a series of experiments with a man who professed to be my friend-a crimi nologist and hypnotist named Osborne. Osborne hypnotized my conscious self: and sent me to the bank subconsciously, at the dead of night, with a 'drill and a jimmy. "The robbery, as I saw in the papers, was sue:. cessful, but I was seen by a watchman and left iVarious clues behind me. I must have given the money to O s borne, for when I came out of my trance I was alone, and not only had the bank money been taken from me, but my watch, a priceless heirloom, was gone and my pockets stripped." "Alas, poor Lumley !" sighed the doctor. "I tfeel for you, indeed I do." "From that hour,'' continued Lumley in bitter tones, "I have been systematically engaged in Clodgii:g this man Kinch. Now I am penniless, . forlorn, arrd at his mercy. Oh, why did I n o t I jump?" Lumley buried his face in his hands.

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20 Minutes' Grfu:e. "Fate 'reserve d you for another jump, Lum ley," said the doctor; "a jump across years that will land you in a time where your particular brand 'of philosophy will be appreciated. You a re dobbtless wondering how I was able to meet you at the critical juncture by that North River pier. " "I wish you would tell me," returned Lumley, looking up. "I am a crystal-gazer," said the doctor, "but I hav e developed the art until it is almost perf e ct. "In that"-he laid one hand on a glass sphere on the table -"I have s een your wanderings, day b y day and week by week, and in that, also, Jj have followed the form of Kinch. To-night, when I located the two of you making for the ri v er, I realized that the time had come when , if e v er, you must be helped. Hence I laid my plans." "It wa s good of you , and I am sure I am grate ful. " "Let it go at that, my dear fellow. v\T e are now brought to the important point in our inter view. You are already familiar with some of my

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Thirty Minutes' Grace. :views on Time Space, bt,.tt the most imp<:>rtant of my discoveries has never been "Why not?" "I have not dared. breaking thinkers a-s , Lumley, for such record,.. ) t ' • ' • you and I this matter-o.ffact age has only jails and madhouses." "True, too true," ansyvered with a side glance at the study door: "To _you, however," pursued Doctor Kelpie, may unbosom myself as to . a kindred soul. Here is the crux of my idea: We cover space in various ways by means of steam-cars, automo'."' biles, and so on. Then why may we not cover time as we cover "Why not, indeed?" . asked Lumley, albeit a trifle bewildered. "I have invented, sir," said the doctor, bound• • • # • I illg out of his chair and pacing the room, "no less a machine than a time co:pe . You get into it, I turn a lever and press a button , and two minutes you are off on a trip through the years at lightning s peed. Think of that!" "Astounding!" exclaimed . Lumley. "My coupe is a time an annihila-:itor. You embark in the year. hundred;

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22 Thirty Minutes' Grace. :you disembark in the year two thousand, and trip has occupied ten minutes of ordinary: rtime." "Wonderful !" "You know yourself, Lumley," the doctor went on, "that time is elastic. How infinitely long is an hour of sorrow, how infinitely short a corre sponding perio _ d of pleasure." "Yes," said Lumley; "one minute of Kinch is three hundred and sixty seconds long-_ I can swear to it." Doctor Kelpie stepped to one side of the room, arew aside a silken curtain, and opened a door. "This way, Lumley,'' saie!l he. Lumley got up and followed him into an apart ment roofed and enclosed on three sides with canvas. In the center of the room stoocl a-Well, it was the doctor's "time coupe." It resembled a time coupe, and nothing else undeli heaven. Still, in one sense, it was like the vehicle which furnished part of its name. There was a door. by which the body of the machine was entered, and there was a . window in the door. Wheels there were none. Four terrestrial

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Tkrtj Mnutes' Grace. 23 globes-uncanny, shimmering things-supported ithe .framewt>rk A silver band, round and many yards in cir tumf erence, was pivoted through its diameter \ Ito the bottom of the coupe and encircled it completely. This band was marked with the signs pf the zodiac. "Behold!" exclaimed the doctor, waving his !hand toward the machine. "You enter the coupe and I turn this switch to the figures '2000' "-he [pushed at a small bar in the side of the coupe"and then press this button" indicated a [pUSh button beside the switch-"and in one min ute the globes begin to whirl and the equatorial circle to turn. The years recede a nd, presto! reach the year two thousand and are but !ten minutes older than you were when you started." Lumley stood entranced. He opened his mouth to speak, but words refused to come . The (ioctor smiled and continued: "Just what accomplishes this wonder work I reserve right to keep to myself; but I have the honor to suggest, Lumley, that you take a hundr e d-yea r trip in my . time coup e , leaving "I

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24 Thrty Mnutes' Grace. !Kinch behind you in this humdrum year of grace nineteen hundred." ''Will you accompany me, doctor?" Lumley managed to articulate. A shadow of disappointment swept across the Cloctor' s face. I' "Sordid business chains me to these conventional times, Lumley, or nothing would please me more. There is nothing to keep you, however; in fact, everything points you onward. Will you go?" "Gladly." "I thought you would. It isn't likely, my dear 1ellow, that you will care to come back to these prosaic tim86 after tasting the delights of the future--" "Could I come back if I wanted to?" "Most assuredly. rhe time coupe runs either 'forward or backward. All that is necessary is to set the indicator on the year desired and press the button. The machine does the rest." "I understand." The doctor took a packet of papers from his pocket. "For the benefit of science, and as a persona!

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Tkirty Mnutes' Grace. 25 favor to me," he went on, "I wish you would investigate certain questions in that epoch to which you are gomg. When your investigations are completed, write out your report, put it in the _ coupe, turn the indicator to '1900,' and send back the answers. It is hardly possible1 I think, as I said before, that you will care to return m per son." The doctor looked at his watch. "Our period of gr_ ace is nearly at an end. .It is time you were traveling, Lumley." Lumley caught the doctor's hand and pressed it cordially. "I shall never forget your kindness to me," said he, with a good deal of emotion. "Good-by, doct or." "Farewell, Lumley. You are going, I am sure , where you will be appreciated." Lum1ey replied that he hoped he was, then opened the door, and got into the time coupe. Through the window he watched while Doctor Kelpie touched a spring in the wall of the building behind them. Instantly the canvas roof and sides fell away, l'evealing the stars above and the gleaming lights-

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T/zz"rty Minutes' Grace. of the city stretching awaybelow. There was nothing overhead
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.. Thirty Minutes' Crace. "But Kinch knew I brought you here. It will be impossible to deceive him." "That's so!" exclaimed Lumley, m sudden trepidation. "I'm afraid, Doctor Kelpie, I'm getting you into trouble." The doctor snapped his thin fingers. "That for Kinch, and all the trouble he can make me ! I promised to open my study dQor. to him, but I did not promise.to produce you. You can think of no last message you wish to leave, Lumley?" "If your crystal-gazing ever gives you a pic ture of Osborne, the criminologist," said Lumley, with sudden thought, -"you might put Kincn on his trail. My revenge would be complete if, I could once get that bloodhound of the law afteli Osborne!" "Something may be done," murmured the doc tor; "at any ,r9-te, depend upon me to do anything l can." "To get away from that detective like this gives me more happiness than I have known in a long time! But," and here Lumleis compla was suddenly shaken, "vou are sure thf

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time coupe won't break down, or fail to do its ;work?" "My word for that, my dear Lumley. See! I press the button in that manner and in two min utes you will be en route for the years to come." As the .button was pressed, a man sprang over the ridge of canvas that lay along the parapet. "I'm blessed if you ain't craz . y, the pair of you," said he. "I've been on that fire-escape for • the last fifteen minutes listening to all this ishness. Put a hundred years between us, will you, Lumley? Rubbish !" It was Kinch. He had shown the artful side of his nature, and Lumley cowered in one corner of the coupe seat and waited in agonized silence .for whatever was to happen. Kinch started for the coup _e. I "Back!''. cried the doctor, stepping in front of him. "Out of my way!" ordered the detective . "I've had of this blooming nonsense." With one hand he pushed the doctor roughly from his path, hurled himsdf at the time coupe, : and flung open the. door. '

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Thirty Minutes' Grace. 29 "At last, Lumley, you're mine!' . ' he shouted, jumping into the machine. "Out with you! Out, 1 say He laid hands on Lumley, and while they struggled a whirring sound went up, the coupe buzzing like a _great bee. Simultaneously the zodiacal .. band began to thrash the air, girdling the coupe with a ring of fire. Varicolored lights . flashed before the eyes of. the two in the machine. Uncanny sounds echoed in their ears, sensations never before experi enced afflicted their nerves, and their brains whirled. Throwing his hands to his head, Kinch reeled and dropped down in the seat beside Lumley. Yes, they were . really off-off for the year of grace two thousand-but instead of leaving _ Kinch behind, Lumley was taking him along. F'.

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CHAPTER III. A LOST PASSENGER. How describe events that crowded past the windows of the time coupe? Even Lumley's subconscious pen, dipped in wildest imagination and writing on enchanted parchment, would have failed in the attempt. Flash succeeded flash with all the quivering celerity of a biograph picture; each flash a night and day, and thirty-six thousand five hundred flashes had to be compressed into ten minutes of ordinary time. That meant three thou. sand six hundred and fifty flashes a minute-more than sixty a second. But enough of cold figures. Wars, bloodshed, the piping times of peace, famine, pestilence, shot .J>aSt the time coupe, marked by the flashes, with longer marks for the cycles of the whirl ing ring and the turning of the terrestrial globes. Armies flashed into being and flashed into de-

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A Lost Passenger. feat; navies darted across the screen, hurled , themselves against each other in billows of. smoke, and faded from the perspective; fires overwhelmed cities, plagues decimated nations, the mao of the world was changed a:nd changed again; volcanoes tossed aloft their dusty spume, erasing man and his works in one lightning _glare of horror; tidal waves submerged countries; em pires crumbled; republics were born; earth heaved and trembled in the throes of conflict, and in the mighty diapason only here and there was the brief rest that indicated peace. And Lumley and Kinch were they who saw these things, gaping through the windows of, the time coupe with staring eyes. Three min utes of the spectacle were suffic,:ient for Kinch. He caught his breath, recovered himself, and turned firmly to the matter in hand. He had drunk something that was playing havoc with his head, of that. he was positive. "You can't shake me, Lumley,'.' he cried, starting up . . "Come; you've got to get 9ut of_ this." "I'm going clear through to my destination,'" averred Lumley.

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32 A Lost Passeng-er. "You bet you are, and ydur destination is the fockup. Are you coming?" . "No!" Again was there a struggle, Kinch trying to pull Lumley to his feet and force him through the door. Lumley fought tooth and nail. He would not stop short of twenty hundred; that was where he belonged and where he would go. Fiercer and _ fiercer grew the struggle, and .finally Lumley's threadbare coat gave way beneath the detective's grip. Kinch tumbled backward through the open door of the coupe, shrieking and clutching wildly to save himself. In vain. He was swallowed up in the cloud of events that rolled by, and Lumley was a dozen years away before he could fairly realize that his enemy had dropped out. "No more than five minutes have passed," thought Lumley; "Kinch is probably somewhere around nineteen hundred and fifty. My good star is feel it in my bones." It must nC?t be supposed that the time coupe was progressing in any manner except forward and through the years. It was still on the ram-

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A Lost Passenger. 33 parts of Doctor Kelpie's h-0use, since it was not necessary for the machine to move through space in order to execute a forward movement through time. Prom this it will appear that the accident which be fell the detective was not necessarily fatal in its results. A fall from an express-train speeding at the rate of a hundred miles in ten minutes would have ended in annihilation; but a drop from a tim e coupe passing through a hundred years in the same length of time meant merely a collision with events-a jolt against time-and was more unsettling to the nerves than to the physical or ganism. Deing a philosopher, Lumley was bright enough to argue this matter to its true conclu s10n. Kinch was not dead; he was alive and a generation behind. So there was nothing in the situ ation to throw a particle of gloom over the exultant Lumley, or to make his grand hegira toward the Blessed Times anything but a holiday excursion. In a minute or two he was again viewing the ---......

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34 A Lost Passenger. whirl of happenings. History shot by him in all its phases and there was one thing that began to impress him. The blood-and-thunder characteristics of the first frv:e minutes were growing perceptlbly less. The atmosphere was clearing, the calm _ s recurred greater frequency, and at last there was nothing but serenity. placid flashes of day and night whizzed marvelous things that spurned the earth like mighty birds. Ah! Flying machines; not dirigible balloons, but veritable air-ships. Then Lumley knew he must be close to twenty hundred. Had not all the imaginative penny a-liners of his own era united in proclaiming the successful flying machine a particular trademark of the year 2000 ? Barely had this deduction drifted through his consciousness when the buzzing of the time coupe was abruptly checked, theglow died out of the equatorial ring, the varicolored lights faded, and the time coupe and its passengei:_ were cast up on the brilliant beach of the Twenty-first Century. Lumley drew a long breath and looked out thrbugh the window.

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A Lost Passenger. 35 It was broad day, and he could see that Doc tor Kelpie's house had aged terribly, and was now little more than a ruin. The coupe, of course,_,. was still on the rooflike projection. A few yards to the right of the ma chine sat a young fellow in flannel shirt and trousers, wearing a bicycle-cap and smoking a corncob pipe. This individual, so distressingly like the indi viduals Lumley had left b0ehind, had a scratch block on his knee, and was scribbling rapidly with the stub of a pepcil. Lumley rubbed his eyes, and a chill of disappointment swept him from head to foot. Had there been a mistake, after all? Was he still back in 1900, and were the experiences of the last ten minutes an illusion and nothing more? He looked down on the roof, below . tqe door through which Kinch had tumbled five minutes before. No, Kinch was not there. He looked upward. The air was alive with carting ships, and the city-what he . could see of it-seemed vastly changed . • There wq,s no doubt that he had b e en projected

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A Lost Passenger_ forward through time. But what did that young man, incontestably of the period • 1900, have to do with the ' picture? Obviously the only way to find out was by ma king inquiries; Getting up from the seat, Lumley stepped out on the roof. The noise he made aroused the young man in the flannel suit. Jumping to his feet, the latter whirled around and started toward Lumley with a smile arid an outstretched hand. "Welcome, Mr. Everson Lumley !" he cried. "Welcome to the year of grace two thousand, i.A. D." The warmth no less than the familiarity of the greeting took Lumley somewhat aback. He suffered his hand to be grasped, and gazed at the young man mutely. . "What 13ort of a trip did you have?" went ori the other genially. "Pleasant, I hope." "Very pleasant/' answered Lumley. "I think you have the advantage of me a little." "Possibly. For the last six months our colony have been expecting you to get out of that con traption, and one of us has been at hand, night

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A Lost Passenger. 37 and day, ready to greet.you .and make . you feel a . t home." With the young man's every word the mystery grew. . , "Tell me . again, please," sa ' id Lumley; " is this the year two thousand?" The young man laughed. "Oh, you haven't made any mistake! This is morning of a bright June in the year two thousand. I didn't want to get here until mid summer, but there was something wrong with the powder I took and I landed in January. Br-r-r, but it was cold." ' _ 'This is New York, isn't it?" "Sure thing. I tell . you, Lumley, the town is a whopper." "I suppose so." Lumley rubbed his head and eyed the young man for a moment. "Your name is--" "Jim Mortimer, or just 'Mort,' as the gang a-l ways called me. Used to be a newspaper rep,0rter back in nineteen hundred, but all the pencil pushers were making good things out of these ''way ahead' stories, so I thought I'd try my hand. Ran down a little old professor with a pow.----

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58 A Lost Passenger. der--By the way, was the man who helped you take your flight through time a professor?" "N-n-no," .returned the confused Lumley; "he was a doctor." _"That's it!''. ch!rruped the delighted Mort, slip ping his tablet and pencil into his pocket. "If it isn't a doctor, it's bound to be a professor. Gig Lindley's man was a doctor. Gig's another of the hundred tribe-Chicago man, you know, but he had to cofne to New York when he took his little plunge into the Unknown. But I say, Lumley, your doctor had spectacles, eh?" "Yes." "And a hooked nose and chin-regular hawk beak?" "Something like that." '"That's the way with 'em all; tio matter which route they come, it's a professor or a doctor that :klrnishes the ticket. What's your speci::lty ?" "I don't understand." "Don't be afraid; I sha'n't steal the idea. Are your imaginings Utopian or practical? Pessimistic, optimistic, single tax, socioa.1 equality, or ;what? I'm a Utopian myself."

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A Lost Passenger. 39 "I am devoted to the id .ea of the subconscious ego," said Lumley, recovering gradually. "That's a new one, by jinks ! Do you intend to wake up in nineteen hundred and find it a dream, or how are you going to get back?" "I don't intend to get back." "l\{y, my!'. ' Jim Mortimer's eyes opened wide. "Intend to stay' right here?" "That's my' intention." "Y ou'11 change your. mind, I think, after the book's written and you're next to the blooming state of things they have now." "How did you know my name was Lumley, 1Mr. Mortimer?" "Cut out the 'mister,' Lumley,'' Mort; "we're anything but formal over in the colony. There's your program-we read it and knew !YOU were coming." Mort pointed to the side of coupe. Lum followed his finger, and saw a card bearing this inscription: . , MR. EVERSON LUMLEY, Due to Reach the Year 2000 Some Time in June. HThe doctor must have done that!" exclaimed

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40 A Lost Passengett Lumley. "But I didn't see him when he put it there." "Oh, these doctors and these professors!" murmured Mort. "They're wonderful fellows. They hatch up the theories and we demonstrate 'em. But, Lumley, tell me this: Were great American people buying these twenty hundred ,..., things as liberally when you left as they were be-fore-up to the time I started?" "I don't know, Mortimer. That's a point that never interested me." "Shades of Bellamy! Aren't you going to write a book, man ?" "I don't know, but I think not." "What did you come here for?" "Why, to-to-" Lumley hesitated. He was about to say, "to get away from Kinch," but thought that wouldn't do. "I was ahead of my time," he finally added, "and thought I would catch up with my proper environment." "You're refreshing, Lumley," Mort chuckled; "on my soul, you are. A regular rara avis; the boys at the colony will appreciate you." "Colony? What colony?" , you don't know. I'll have to ex---

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A Lost Passenger. 41 plain a few things to you, I see, although I shall be cutting in on old Tiburos Ny Twenty-six, who is the Explainer to all new arrivals, and who--" "What a peculiar name!" "It means much, but you'll find out all about it before long. Tiburos will come hunting for you in due course; he has put us all through our. paces. You'll have to pump him for fair, and . fall in love with his daughter--" Lumley gave a jump. "Fall in love with his daughter?" he gasped. "Sure. How can you expect to write a book and not have any heart interest in it, eh? There, I forgot l You're not going to write a book. You upset all traditions, Lumley, and I'm afraid you'll play havoc with the scheme of things. "Every chap in the colony has had his little round with old Tib, and each of us has fallen in love with one of Tib's lovely daughters. It gives sentiment to a lot of dry statistics, and, bless you, the girls don't mind." "You were going to. tell me about the colony," suggested Lumley. "So I was, so I was. Lumley, how many fe)..

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A Lost Passenger. lows do y o u think have left nineteen hundred and drifted over here for pleasure and profit?" "I haven' t any idea." "Nineteen, sir. With the man due to arnv!! this afternoon, we'll be a round score." "Is there another one coming?" "I should say so. There'll. be a crowd at that event. It comes off at four o'clock, and I'll see that you have a ticket." "I'm the nineteenth member, am I?" "That's it. We're the great and growing order of the Nineteen Hundreders, Rai!J;bow Chasers, Knights of the Double-X Dope, and so on. You must know us to appreciate us, Lumley." "I shall do my best to become acquainted." "That's right, my boy-!" Mort clapped Lumley on the back in a hearty manner. "Suppose we fly over to the colony, have a bite with the gang, and then, all in a bunch, descend on the Peristylum and attend the wake?" "Wake?" Mort laughed. "That's Rip's word for it, Lumley-Tom Rip ley, you know, but we call him Rip because he's another that slept in. When a fell ow gets here

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A Lost Passengero ' 43 from nineteen hundred he usually wakes up, see? . Hence the wake. Oh, gee!" "What's the matter?" "It just struck me that I told the muglug he needn't come after me, as I intended to walk back. I put my iron umbrella inside. Had you just as soon walk, Lumley?" "Just as soon, Mortimer. What's a muglug?". "Old Tib'll tell you. This way." ' Jim Mortimer knocked the out of his cob pipe and put it in his pocket; then Ied Lum through the door the doctor's study. The study was bare, and nothing was to be seen anywhere that even remotely suggested Doctor. iKelpie and his times. "Beastly old ruin," grumbled Mort; "it was only left here on your account, Lumley." "On my account?" "Exactly. Succeeding generations couldn't 1 tear it down when you were due to arrive in June, two thousand." Lumley had a sudden thought. "The time coupe!" he exclaimed, halting. • ::'WiJI it be safe?"

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44 A Lost Passenger_. "You mean the machin . e that brought . y9u here?" "Yes." "Don't worry. The house muglug will look out for it." How weirdly their footsteps echoed through the still, bare rooms and along the uncarpeted . , stairs I Lumley recalled how, such a short time .,.before, he had been pursued into the front door and had sat, limp and nerveless, in the doctor's study, Kinch pounding for admittance. Such a short time 4hef ore! It was ten minutes I to him, but a hundred years to every one else out side of the Nineteen Hundred colony. When they got to the front door a heavy, me tallic tread sounded jn a room off at the right'. The next moment a door was thrown open, and an image, seven feet tall, apparently constructed of steel _ and heavily shod with brass, stepped into view and handed the iron umbrella to Mort. "All right, muggy," said Mort, taking the um brella; "don't let any interfere with the thing umbob on the The_ !mage nodded, and Lumley as

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A ' Lost Passenger. 45 his eyes met the stony ' stare it turned in his di rection. "What in the world is that?" gasped Lumley, when he . and Mort were out of the house: "It's the house muglug I was telling you about," replied Mort. "What makes it move?" "Old Tib will tell you; I would if I could, my boy, but Tiburos Ny Twenty-six is a jealous old codger, and no telling what he'd do if I cut him out of any of his pet explanations. Now for the colony." Before they could leave, there was a clanging ru_ sh behind them and Lumley himself caught as in a vise and lifted high in the air. A yell of fear escaped . Lumley. The mug lug had him, and was holding him suspended over its head. The face of the metal monster was devoid of expression-horribly vacuous-and it was holding Lumley on high' with an ease and a manifestly murderous intent that were alike mechanical. He squirmed and struggled, but the hands clamped to his sides were not to be released. "Here, here!" cried Mort savagely, posting himself in front of the muglug and swinging the

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A Lost Passenger. iron umbrella. • "Let him down, or I'll take your number and report it to Head Center. What's the matter with you, anyhow? It looks like the repair-shop for you, the way you're acting. Easy with him, now !" The panic-stricken Lumley had given over his struggles. The automaton . could have none of the five senses, and yet it seemed to hear and to understand; perhaps it could see, also, and was cowed by the hostile manner of Jim Mortimer. Slowly Lumley was lowered and released, immediately staggering to the wall and supporting himself there while lie stared at the muglug with frenzied eyes. With measured step the demoni acal figure approached Mc;>rt and rapped one metal fi.nger against a disk in the lapel of his coat. "Oh, that's your game, is it?" grow1ed Mort. "You mugs never lose a chance to look out for the Air Trust, do you? Well, he has only just arrived, and we haven't had a chance to equip him properly. That matter will be attended to. Go about your business, now, or I'll have you taken apartto see what m . akes you act so." The muglug turned with military precision and -__ ,_,_ __

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A Lost Passenger; 47 began walking the length of the hall like a sen tinel. "That's one of the delights we're all liable to experience, Lumley, in this progressive age," ob served Mort. "If a thought goes wrong at Head Center a muglug is apt to slip a cog." \ As Lumley recovered from his sh _ ock, his be wilderment grew. "Thought?" he mumbled; "Head , Center?" answered Mort, "but I can't go into the matter, now. You'll hear all about it before long. It's a wonderfu! i11dustrial epoch, these times of twenty hundred. The longer you're here the more you'll wish you'd stayed away." They descended the old steps, arid were about to along the thoroughfare, when, with startling abruptness, forms rushed at them from all . sides. "He hasn't a butto'n !" went up a cry. "He hasn't a button! Capture him r" In a twinkling Lumley once more found him self a prisoner, but this time it was not muglugs who had hold of him . "Confound it!" exclaimed Lumley, "these Air. ;Trust people make me tired."

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CHAPTER IV. THE NINETEEN HUNDRED COLONY. "Button!" cried Lumley, fighting desperately. 'What button are you talking about?" "Take him away I Take him away!" cried the men. "Here, here, here!" exclaimed Mortimer, charging through the crowd. "Break away, will you? Of coun;e he hasn't got a button. vVhy, he only arrived half an hour ago." Mort seemed to be known to the men, and they drew off in a body. Lumley had a chance to view them, and was _ not so greatly agitated that he allowed the chance to pass. Not one of them was over five feet six in height, and they were all slender, beardless, and effeminate. They wore absurdly small hats tied under the chin with a colored ribbon. \ Their coats wei:.e short and tricked out in gold lace and finery; wide trousers covered their nether limbs, terminating at the knee and resem bling bloomers.

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T he Nz'neteen Hundred Colony. 49 Their shins were bare. White stockings sh owed just above the tops of the shoes. "Immigration from nineteen hundred is increasing," tittered the leader, drawing a fan from his pocket and using it languidly. "Two in one day! I think this beats the Mr. M ortimer." "Oh, the colony is growing, Mr. Chi," ans wered Mort. "Is this Lumley, the long expected?" "You've struck it.'' ' "I'm sorry we handled him so roughly." "Don't mention it. I guess he didn't suffer much." "Put a meter on him as soon as you can." "We'll look out for him." "Going to the Peristylum this afternoon?" "Naturally," Mort called back, as he and Lumley walked away; "the whole colony will have to be on hand to welcome the -coming guest." -.. When well on their way Mort added to Lum ley: "That fellow has got about as much sense as a muglug." "Who is he ?"

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50 Tlze Hundred Colony. "He's Tabukal Chi Four, and is captain of that .Trust squad." "Tabukal Chi Four," mu.rmured Lumley. '"That's another awkwafd' name." "Nomenclature . has been reduced to a system in these times, Lumley. The system has its advantages, though, as you will discover when old Tiburos explains.'-' "What's a Trust squad, Mortimer?" t "Those chaps work for the Air Trust. They're spotters, and are 9ut looking for fellows who / have left off tJ!eir meters." "Air Trust?" "Yes. A combination h as s ecured control of the atmosphere, and no man is allowed to breathe without a meter. The Trus t had a meeting in May, and boosted the price of oxygen fifty cents a thousand feet." "Has it come to this?" gasped Lumley. "Are human beings taxed for the very ozone that goes into their lungs?" "Why l'_lOt ?" was the grim response. "Even in nineteen . hundred various trusts controlled! other articles that went to sustain life. The Air Trust is a natural outgrowth of the principle .

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T he Nineteen Hundred Colony . 51 Oh, you'll be in love with the year two thousand, L umley!" "Have you had a meter put on you?" asked L umley, after a moment of silence. "Sure. Here it is." Mortimer turned partly and touched a small round disk thrust through th e buttonhole in the lapel of his coat. "A citi z en found without it twice has it taken away from h im." "Then happens?" "The Trust sends a squad to turn off the air." "And the delinquent dies?" "Well, yes. These year two .thousand people are pretty ingenious, but they haven't yet in vented a way of living without oxygen. That's one of the few things they haven't discovered . Happy are the muglugs, Lumley . . They eat not, n e ither do they breathe, and yet they manage to get along . Press closer, my boy. Don't get out ' from under the umbrella." "Why not?" "People in are proverbially careless and drop things." "That's criminal!" flared Lumley. "Of course it is, but what can you do?"

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The Nineteen Hundred Colony. Somehow Lumley wasn't so happy as when he 'first arrived. "That muglug will take good care of the time coupe, won't he?" he inquired anxiously. "Don't worry about that, my dear fellow. If a muglug is ever remiss in his duty, the Head Center gets into trouble." "Head Center?" "Yes, that's the--But here, no more interrogation points. Old Tib will take you in hand before long, and then you'll learn all you want to know about this delightful period. Use your eyes, Lumley, and don't ask any questions. I'll be overstepping the bounds of my authority if I answer." Lumley used his eyes, as directed. The streets were not what he expected, and the houses were impossible things, all gingerbread work and pic turesque effect. He couldn't 1magme any one Jiving in them. There were no horses, no wagons, no car ri<1 ges, no automobiles, no stores, no shoppers, and only here and there a languid resident wearing the little hat and bloomers of the time. l .Silence brooded over the thoroug-hfare-si-

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The Nneteen Hundred Colony . 53 Jenee l)roken only by the clanging tread of many muglugs, passing, repassing, and going about their business with mute and steady assertive n ess. "I know what you're thinking," said Mort finally. "This is the age of Stoughton Bottles, L umley. The muglugs typify it. The people are v ictims of their own ingenuity, and have invented th emselves into a vast community of dummies." "Coming from the hustling era of nineteen hu ndred,'' suggested Lumley, "possibly we are n ot qualified to judge." "Possibly not. Anyhow, better fifty years of our times than a cycle of these. That's my pri v ate opinion publicly expressed. But here we a re . Please take note of our colony building. D oes it remind you of a century ago?" It certainly did. The structure was a great frame . building, surrounded with deep porches and set back in a yard blossoming with flowers. I t was like an oasi s in the desert, and Lumley's heart leaped at sight of it. "This is where I took my powder and w oke out of my trance," explained Mort. "Ruthless hands have demolished the building as an ---..

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54 The Nineteen Hundred Colony. tiquated and unsightly, but the colony rose as one man and asked to live in it and enjoy life. So it was spared to us. Listen! The boys are at it." They halted a moment on the porch, and ai burst of strong and convivial voices was borne to them: "For we are jolly good fellows, We are jolly good fellows, We are jolly good fellows, I Which nobody can deny!" "They're Bohemians," laughed Mort, last one of them." The Bohemians we.re at table, and Mort arid Lumley were vociferously greeted as they came in; then Lumley was introduced by his compan ion to Gig Lindley, Ripley, and fifteen others, and . places were made for them at the board. "Have you sworn Lumley, Mort?" LindleYi asked. "It isn't necessary," answered Mortimer. "He's no ' t going to write a book." The announcement caused a sensation. "Not going to write a book !" shouted Ripley. "Then why under heaven is he here?"

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The Nineteen Hundred Colony. 55 "He was in advance of his time," replied • timer, "so he made an effort to catch up and get where he belonged." A burst of laughter greeted this announce ment.' "After mature and earnest reflection," chimed in another, "does he think he belongs here?" "He hasn't had , observed Lindley. after he has been time for mature reflection," "Put that question to him here long enough to get in touch with his environment." "And after old Tib has put him through a' course of sprouts," supplemented Ripley. . "What sort of oath does a man have to take if he intends writing a book?" Lumley inquired. "He must swear to keep away from the facts," replied Ripley, in sepulchral tones. "These times are a cultivated taste," said Lind ley, rising and addres.s.ing himself particularly to Lumley. alt has taken a hundred. years to edu. cate the people up to them, so how can we ex pect readers of our day and age to have any sym pathy with such institutions? We must suppress the hard facts, gentlemen, and tint'ottr theories :with the rosy hues of imagination. If you can

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,. The Nz'neteen Hundred <;:olony. spare me, I will now repair to my den and com. pose chapter thirty of my philosophical romance. I have much to ask you, Mr. _ Lumley, for I am already two months from my native epoch and hungry for news; but I will not bore you with questions until you have had an opportunity to recuperate and familiarize yourself with your. surroundings." "Don't forget the Peristylum at four," spoke up Mortimer. "Who has the tickets?" "Ripley. By the way, Rip"-and here Mortimer turned to Ripley-"don't forget an extra ticket for friend Lumley. He's going with us, you know." "I've got an extra ticket," said Ripley, "so we'll have no trouble in fixing Lumley out." "How do we go?" asked Lindley. "Fly. We'll take the Meteor, and start at three-thirty." "I don't like that Meteor muglug," grumbled Ripley. "It's a little bit rusty, and doesn't an . swer Head enter quick enough." "Well • . we'll take the muglug off the Sea Gull/'-

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Hundred Colony. 57 said Mortimer. "It's in good order and can run the Meteor like a top." "All right," returned Ripley. "I'll be on hand in plenty of time," said 'Lind ley, and went on. One by one the others followed . until only Mortimer and Lumley were left. There was nothing about the food, or the visible appurtenances of the house, or t he gay fellows Lum1ey had just met, to show that they were a part and parcel of the year 2000. Mortimer seemed to read Lumley's thoughts. "We're a little piece of nineteen hundred, Lum ley," said he, ''projected forward into two thou sand . We're marooned, as it were, on an island of time. A happy-go-lucky lot, but short-sighted , wofully short-sightedt "In what way are you short-sighted?" "All we wanted to do, back there in nineteen hundred, was to get here. 'Forward, turn for ward, oh, time in your flight!' was the burden of our cry. We wanted to make a strike with a book that would sell a million copies, more or less, but _not a soul of us, Lumley, gave a thought as .to how we vvere going to get back to nineteen hun-.

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The Nz"neteen Hundred Colony. _dred with our copy. So here we are, cast away at the antipodes, with eighteen choice, epoch-making books." Mortimer shook his head sadly. "We try not to think of that phase of the ques tion, Lumley," he added. Lumley was thinking of it, in his own case, and thinking very hard. Still, he was easily frightened. If, after mature deliberation, he decided to use the time coupe and return whence he came, he would be fifty years the other side of Kinch, and that worthv could no longer him. ,There was something in that. "I can't understand," said Lumley, " how you and your friends were expecting me. You say you have only been here six months, Mortimer, and the machine in which I came must have covered those six months in three seconds of ordinary time. Now, how could you and your friends--" Mortimer waved his hand deprecatingly. "Our brains will be in a tangle," he returned, "if we get to fooling with . the different combina tion s of time. fo1f-fice to say, howe er, while your,

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The Nz'neteen Hundred Colony. 59 c oupe was dashing at breakneck speed through the years, the house on which it stands was aging i n a most leisurely way. Time passed rapidly for you: but not for the house, nor for us during the period we have been here--" Mortimer was interrupted b:y a snarling buzz that echoed sharply through the room. He ju mped up at once. "What is . it?" inquired Lumley, startled . "The thought transmitter,'' answered Morti m er. Passing to one side of the room, he presse d t wice on a silver knob that projected from t h e wall. "It's Mortimer thinking," he called out, his face toward the knob. "Who's that?" "Tiburos Ny Twenty-six,'' came the answer, so clear and distinct that Lumley was able to hear it: "I just got a transmit from headquar ters that Lumley, the long expected, has arrived. " "Right you are, Mr. Ny," answered Mortime r . "He dropped in according to schedule." "Good! The Unknown will wake up in the lPeristylum at four, and to-morrow morning I iWi ll begin explanations to the 'two of them."

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6o The Ni"netee," Hundred. <;olo?t:J' "Thus economizing language a _nd killing two birds with one stone, eh?" "Don't be flippant, Mortimer; and, meanwhile, don't demor . alize Lumley with any of your fool ishness. . ,He'll appreciate our times . better if I am left to attend _to his education unhampered." "We'll give you: full swing, Mr. Ny," and Mortimer winked at Lumley. "See that you do. Good-by." -There followed another snarling buzz. "You see, old man," said Mortimer, turning away, "it's just as I told you. The Explainer General wants to ride hjs own hobby and won't brook interference." The transmitter buzzed again, and again Mor timer whirJed ad-

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The Nineteen Hundred Colony. 61 j ust himself to the new order of things, can't you? You Air Trust fellows are a punk lot!" "Don't get gay with me; I won't have it. I'm about sending a button, adjusted to average lung c apacity, by pneumatic tube. Put it on Lumley, an d if it doesn't fit .notify and we'll send a man t o make alterations. There it goes!" Lumley heard a noise at the other side of the room. Turning in that direction, he saw a basket s uspended under the mouth of a tube. The noise had been made by a small object dropping from the tube into the receptacle. Mor timer went to the basket, took out the button, and slipped it into the lapel ef coat. "It's a mortgage on a man ' s . life, that's what i t i s," growled Mortimer, "but we have to stand for it." He bent his ear to the meter and listened. "It's working all right," he added, "so I guess it's a fit. Come up on the roof, Lumley, while I change the Sea Gull muglug to the Meteor." Mortimer filled his pipe. "Do you smoke? There's an extra pipe in the r ack." Lumley took a pipe, filled n out of a tobac co-

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The Nneteen Hundred Colony. jar on the mantel, and then went up on the roof with Mortimer. "There's the home perch," continued Mortimer, waving his hand toward a trestlework on which reposed two air-ships. "The Meteor roosts on this side and the Sea Gull on the other. The Gull is the better machine, but it has a capacity of only six, aside from the muglug. The Meteor is good for twenty." He raised his voice. "This way, muglugs !" he called. "I want the two of you." There were two long boxes under the trestle work. At Mortimer's command, the lids popped open, and two steel men rose into view, the cloths that had covered them dropping off. Stepping out of their boxes, the muglugs folded the cloths neatly, carefully laid them in the cases, closed the covers, and advanced to where' Mortimer was standing. A copper plate on the breast of one bore the stamped letters "S. G.," and underneath, "Prop erty of the Muglug Trust, Limited . . In case of rdusal to work, notify Head Center.' A plate on the other muglug bore the single

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• The Nz'neteen Hundred Colony. initial "M.," and a legend identical with that on the other plate. "The Sea Gull mug will run the Meteor this afternoon," went on Mortimer. At this the Meteor muglug gave vent to a spitting snarl, and backed in front of his ma chine. As the Sea Gull operator tried to pass to board the Meteor, the Meteo,r operator barred its way. The Sea Gull muglug stopped irresolutely and l ooked toward Mortimer. "Mutiny, eh?" shouted Mortimer, springing toward the obstreperous muglug. "Back to your box, One and Six! Back, I tell you!" But One Hundred and Six wouldn't get back. ' Instead, it gave_ vent to another of its fierce cries, caught Mortimer up in its meta:I arms, and started for the edge of the roof. Luri-iley was astounded. This was his second experience with muglug malevolence, and Mortimer's peril impressed him even more than his own had done. The newspaper man struggled and fought, but he was held in a grip from which he could not escape. •

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The Ni'neteen Hundred Colony. "Help !" he shouted. The other muglug paid no attention to One Hundred and Si:it, but leaned calmly against the Meteor. If anything was done to save Morti mer, Lumley realized that he was . the one to do it. An iron rod lay on the roof. Lumley . caught it up, raced after the mutinous mug lug, and fetched it a blow over the head with all hi strength. Down went the automaton with a whir sug gestive of a broken spring, measuring its leng on the roof and lying there motionless and silen seven feet of disorganized steel. Mortimer had been dropped within a the roof's edge. Picking himself up, he sto staring grimly down at the harmless monstro ity. "Head Center has got to have a good calli down, and no mistake," said he. "That mak twice in one day these armor-clad puppets . ha got mixed in the thought-waves. _ The people these times, Lumley, have raised up a tremendo power which they hold in subjection by the ti alone. If the wrong man ever got into office

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66 Tlze Nneteen Hundred Colony. The n01se occasioned by the trouble on the . roof had brought the rest of the colony boiling out of the skylight. "How can you expect a fellow to write," grumbled Lindley, "when you're making a noise like a boiler-factory right over his head?" "vVho cares about your old romance, any way?" snorted Mortimer. "If Lumley hadn't. smashed in the head of Number One Hundred and Six and dropped him on the roof, I'd now be lying in the street with a broken neck." He went on to explain what had happened. "Thupder !" scowled Ripley. "That infernal contraption has been out of order for a week. It struck at me the other day, while we were out for a little fly, and I came within one of kicking it overboard. We got One Hundred and Six sec ond-hand, if I remember." "I don't go much on these muglugs, anyway, old or new," said Lindley. "Cross 'em at all and they always show fight. What time is it getting to be?" He looked at his watch. "Three o'clock," he added, "anq the air i s full

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Tlze iVt'neteen Hundred Colony. 67 of machines making for the Peristylum. If we want a front seat, fellows, we'd better start now." . ' . "Are. you all ready?" asked Mortimer. A chorus of affirmatives answered the ques tion. "Then get . One by orie they filed a flight of movable steps , to the Meteor; then the muglug pulled a crank, and they rose and darted away.

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" ' , CHAPTER v. THE LAST IMM-IGRANT. The fly to the Peri tylum was a most remarkable exp_erience for Lqmley. The great wings of the Meteor the air as noiselessly as those of a bird, .and wafted them onward at a prodigi ous rate. The muglug attended to everything connected with the operating of the craft, so that the pas sengers had ample leisure to gossip and look about them. It was a perfect day. The rays of the sun were tempered by a balmy breeze, and was at her best. Traversing the air, so Lumley thought, seemed the very poetry of motion. He leaned back com fortably in his seat, on the starboard side of the Meteor, and watched the ships sailing below, . above, and on either side. "There goes the great Tihijus Ny Two," aaid (jig Lindley.

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T he Last Immigrant. 6 9 "Sailing along with his nose m the air, as u sual," grunted Ripley. "Look, Lumley," said Mortimer, pointing; " t here flies a man whose income is a million a day." Lumley followed his friend's finger, and saw a gold-plated . machine breasting the air with im maculate pinions of white silk. The muglug in charge had diamond eyes, and was overlaid in s ilver filigree work. The lord of the craft sat amidships, lear:ing b ack in an easy chair, sheltered from the sun Ly a canopy of blue silk, his hands crossed over fas c apacious stomach. The name of the machine was penciled in jet across the stern, "Plutocrat." ''What is he?" inquired Lumley. "He's chief boss of the Air Trust," replied Mortimer. "A while ago he gave five millions to found a home for consumptives." "And then," put in Ripley, "boosted the price of air fifty cents a thousand, so that those who have good lungs could pay for a home for those who haven't. A man with a great big heart." "Not an air-ship can be launched without pay--

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,. The Last Immigrant. ing the old codger one hundred dollars for use of the empyrean," observed Lindley. "He's the principal in the Uni versal Tube Company," spoke up Jode McWill iams, who was doing a romance of one hundred . and twenty thousand words on the single tax idea. / "What's the Universal Tube?" inquired Lumley. "See old Tib for that, my boy," answered Mortimer. "Bother old Tib !" exclaimed Ripley. "It's a shame to keep a fellow like Lumley guessing for a whole day and night. The Universal Tube, , . Lumley, pierces the earth from crus.t to crust, through its diameter." "Merciful powers!" Lumley. "Have the engineers of to-day really accomplished such a herculean work?" "Yes, verily," said Mortimer. "Mug lugs performed the labor, and friend Tibijus owris must of the muglug stock." "He's. also interested in the Century Trance Company;"' voTunteered Mc Wi11:1.ams.

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Ike Last Immigrant. JI ""What's that?" came quite naturally from Lumley. "It's a combination controlling the Peristylum and all the nineteen hundred malcontents who .sleep into this age. Every one of us woke up under the fostering care of the Amusement Com pany." "Under the eyes of a thousand or more peo ple,'' said Lindley. 'Who paid five bones each for the privilege of witnessing the performance/' struck in Mor timer. "There wasn't quite such a numerous gathering to witness my a . dvent, however, for I tlidn't come to in the Peristylum, like the rest of you fellows." "Nor did I," observed Lumley. "Why wasn't I taken there?" "Bless you, old man, the Amusement Company was afraid to juggle with your machine. They weren't used .to having immigrants arrive in that way." "Here ' we are, fellows," said MdWilliams, l _ ean ing over the side of Meteor a,nd looking downward. ,,. I

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Tlze Last Imrnigrant. Lumley also took a peep below just as the airship began circling preparatory to seeking a roost. The circular top of an immense building was directly beneath. The center -of. the roof was ) pierced with a large opening, and between this opening and the edge of the roof were a vast number of trestles similar to those on the colony house. Many of the trestles were occupied, and it was a few minutes before the muglug could maneuver so as to alight in a cleared spot. Finally this was accomplished, and Mortimer, Lumley, and the rest joined the throng pouring down the broad stairs into the Peristylum. A descent of a hundred steps brought Mortimer's party to the muglug who took the tickets. Ripley counted nineteen into . the waiting steel palm, and they defiled into a huge, circular room. In the center of the floor there was a round platform about the height of an ordinary theater stage. A stone slab rested on the platform, its upper surface covered with a cloth which showed the outlines of a rigid form beneath. In spite of the fact that the Peristylum \V.H$

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Tlze Last Immigrant. 73 filling rapidly, the nineteen from the c clo ny were able to ..secure front seats. "That's the last immigrant, up there under the tarpaulin," whisp8red Mortimer, nudging Lum ley in the side. "I wonder what he looks like?" "Don't speculate, whatever you do/' warned Ripley, from Lumley's left. "It's bad form, you know; besides, you wouldn't come within a mile of the mark." After Lumley had eyed the covered form for a space, he allowed his ga
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74 The Last bnmzgrant. "Is that one of the ladie s ?" "Yes." "But she wears the same clothing as the men!" "They all do. Bloomers oo.d little hats are the general habit." . . ' "And do the ladies / wear coats?" "To be sure." "How can you distinguish between women and men?" "Well, it takes a trained eye to tell the differ ence in the outside but in a place like this men remove their hats, while ladies wear theirs. See?" "I do now. Aren't there any such things as fashions any more?" "Fashions in clothes have gone out of fashion. There's one style for everybody. It's a saying now that--" "Hist!" whispered Ripley. "The performance is about to begin." A man-at any rate, he was hatless, and Lumley thought he was a man-materialized from somewhere and mounted a short flight of steps to .the top of the platfor.m. He raised one hand au-

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The Last Immigrant. 75 t horitatively, and, when a measure of pre v ailed, began to speak. "Kind people," said he, lifting his thin voice a s high as possible, "on behalf of the Amusement C ompany I am requested to say a few words . c oncerning the event you are about to witness. "Before you, on this stone slab, lies the last o f tlie immigrants. Unlike other immigrants whom this company has exploited, this sleeper has n ot come direct from nineteen hundred, but, as I a m credibly informed, took a stop-over at nine t een hundred and fifty, and so reaches us from t he confines of a half-century. "Who he is we do not know, so on our lists he lias been catalogued as the Unknown. Upon him a very interesting experiment has been per formed. , "As you are aware, powders, and what-not were used by the nineteen hundred immigrants to . induce that lethargy, or state of coma, which was to carry them over the years; 'but this man was hypnotized. The trance was the work of one who, as fate has willed, is alive at this day to speak the magic word w ill a rouse the sleepet.

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Tlte Last I mmzgranf. . . . . : \ ''Let us pause for an instant to glance back • 1 ','tover the fifty years during which this human ' ' . 1 ' ! being has been in his ageless trance. And let me say that I use the term 'ageless' advisedly; for ' . l -r ) I the hypnotist assures me that the kind of trance ' 1 • , I into whic!h he threw this man is a guaran. tee against the influence of time upon his per s on. "To resume, at the time this individual his eyes in unconsciousness the first earth was thrown, with golden shovels, from the two mouths of that great bore known as the Uni versal Tube. (Applause.) Both in New York and ' in China obsolete wireless telegraphy an. nounced the given minute, and the President of this Republic and the President China . and Japan wielded the implements that inaugurated the mighty work. (More applause.) "Human laborers were engaged upon the task which, for twenty-five years, dragged the ful1 filment. Then came the muglugs, the primitive muglugs, faulty mechanisms at the first, which took up the vvork and purs ued it night and day ' with mechanical steadiness. As the muglugs_ were improved, they replaced their ant iqtiated namesakes, and the Tube progressed t o i ts .

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.. The Last Immigrant . 77 p letion till last year, when it was thrown open t o traffic. (Tumultuous applause.) "It was about the middle of the last century, too, that the method of taking nourishment was r evolutionized. The chewing of food was eschewed, and--" Lindley led a chorus of groans that went up from the colony. "And," proceeded the speaker, pulling himself together and glaring toward the nineteen hundred contingent, "the obnoxious habit of smo king tobacco was done away with completely, save in those isolated cases where the unpleasant customs of nineteen hundred have drifted intQ our midst." "Now will you be good!" muttered Mort. "'Have drifted into our midst!' " snickered Ripley. "I wish he'd drift into the midst of ob livion and stop interrupting proceedings." "Oh, hum!" yawned Mc Williams; "if he don't run down pretty soon I'm going to ask the ticket mug for a check and hustle for the roof with my pip e." "Dry up!" growled Mort. "All this ancient !history is new to Lumley, if it isn't to us."

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The Last bnmigrant. "It was m nineteen hundred and sixty-two," pursued the speaker, waving a hand toward the form on the slab, "while this man slept, in profoundest ignorance of the great event, that means were found for regulating the weather. Before that time, the helpless people were obliged to take the weather as it. came, and the earth was alternately baked by drought or roaring with equally disastrous floods; but now you all know what a wise regulation of this matter has done for the people of our own favored era. "In nineteen hundred and fifty, my friends, there was no Head Center-consequently no mug..: fogs. The power of Thought, to radiate in all airections from a giv . en point and . aid the industries by energizing thousands upon thousands of steel puppets, had not been worked out in all its _itre:r;nendous significance. For the most part, the idea was still lying dormant between the covers of that ancient and memorable book-one of the greatest, if not the greatest, gifts bestowed upon the Present by the Past." "Let's an go up on the roof and smoke," whis pered Lindley. "-From the way that old duck is

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The Las t Immigrant. 79 wading in, I'll gamble he's wound up for an h our." "And what good is he doing Lumley?" growled! M cWilliams. "He doesn't explain anything-. old Tib wouldn't stand for that a minute-and e verything he says only harrows Lumley all up w ithout doing him any good . " "Stick it out," urged Mortimer. "If we leave ou r seats, we'll lose 'em. This is the last thing o f the kind that's going to happen, and I want L umley to get a good look at it. " members of the colony sank back in their chairs , and the-man on the platform continued: "Along about nineteen hundred and fifty, also, air-s hips made their feeble, but in the main suc ce ss ful, flights; and twenty-five ye ars after this indi v idual be s ide me begai:i to sleep Air was first cornered and soon thereafter monopolized. (Groans, and such a wild demonstration of that the orator made haste t • subside.) "This will conolude my part of the entertain ment. It is now two minutes of four, and I will request Tibunal Ny Four Hundred and Thirtyfour to come forward and awaken the sleeper." An i n t e n s e hush settled over the throng in the

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8o The Last Immigrant. _ Peristylum as an aged man, supported on each side by two others, made his way slowly to the "' front and the platform. Mr. Four Hundred and Thirty-four was ex ceedingly feeble, but he commanded the close and admiring attention of all as he braceg himself at the side of the slab and stretched his trembling hands over the shrouded head of the sleeper. "A wake!" he cried, clawing the air with his long fingers. "A wake, I command you to awake!" A moment of silence, then a stirring under the cloth, next an uprising, a casting aside of_ the covering, and the Unknown sat erect on the slab. He rubbed his eyes, yawned, looked about him for an instant, and finally shouted: "Lumley! Is there. an Everson Lumley any where in this crowd?" Lumley had himself like one entranced from the instant he caught sight of the sleeper's face. But suddenly his . wits returned to him. "Kinch!" he whooped. "Kinch!" Another moment and he had bounded out of his chair and dashed for the stairway leading to the roof of the Peristylum. The detective saw

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, The Last f nzmigrant. 81 him, and was off the slaQ and on the platform in a flash. "There goes! Stop him I Stop him!" Lumley, however, had gained the stairs, and was leaping up the hundred steps like a fright ened deer . Do w n to the floor sprang Kinch and s hot after the fugitive, fighting his way through the dis order that reigned in every part of the audi torium. 1 . ,

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CHAPTER VI. :F'I,IGHT AND Irony of fate! . If rle human what a combination they _!!mst have got into to bring about a like that between wretched Lumley and persistent Kinch. Side-tracked at 1950, and then picking up the interrupted thread of his forward movement by means of a hypnotist, and arriving, per trance, in 2000 only a few hours behind the man he was pursuing! This was Jasper Kinch' s proud show ing, a record never surpassed by any other man in any other police _department under the sun. Lumley had not time . to reason about the case, or to deduce possible causes that had led to the dread effect. He was confronted with the alternative. of flight or capture, and he' chose to take to his heels. Half-way up the stairs he paused for a backward Kinch was hot on his trail, and mounting three steps at a time. his teeth and straining every muscle

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Flz'ght and Deliverance. to the uttermost, Lumley continued to .climb witn accelerated speed. Kinch had dogged him over half the globe and through a century of time, and Lumley would not be , taken now, he would not! Like a madman, Lumley burst out on the roof gf the Peristylum and stood an instant in the cen ter of the ring of flying machines, the miserable objecti"ve for every muglug eye in the encircling cordon . • Where was the Meteor, where, where? Oh, harig the Meteor-any port in a storm! The nearest air..:ship wa'8 five yards of{ Lum ley jumped for it, jumped up the steps leading to it, and jumped inside. The instant he was aboard, Kinch plunged over the top of the staircase, took in the situation with a swift, comprehensive glance, and dq,shed for ward. "Get out of that, Lumley!" he roared. "Time and space are nothing to me, and I'll have you as sure as fate. Surrender!" Lumley gave no heed to the words. "An:ywhere," he cried to the muglug in charge

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. Flight and Deliverance, of the ship; "anywhere, and see how quick you can" get me there." . Muglugs knew but one thin g, unless the thought-,waves got mixed, and that was to be diligent in carrying out commanqs. It made no difference by whom commands were given, master or thief, orders were orders-that was the written guarantee furnished with every muglug sent out from the factory. This particular muglug clanged to its .work with great ardor, automatic but none the less gen uine. It pulled the lever for such purpose made and provided, the wings beat the air, and the ship was off and away at one wild swoop. By then, Kinch had once more adjusted him self to the turn of events. He was not fam iliar with flying machines, but he saw and heard what Lumley had done, and acted likewise with the craft. that. lay nearest him. Fate continued ironical. Lumley had taken possession of the crack flier Shooting Star, a ship that had won second prize in the great free-for all flying-match the year before, New York to Washington and back, encircling the dome oi the Capitol.

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Flz"ght and Deb:verance. _85 Kinch had borrowed the Comet, another pace maker. But the Comet had captured first prize i n the race in which the Shooting Star had come i n second. It was a grand sight, that flight and pursuit, with the people boiling out of the Peristylum, scrambling into their machines, rising and trail ing along in a flock. But there was no keeping up with the speed of the Shooting Star and the Comet, so the great m ass of machines fluttered along in the back g round. "Faster, faster!" urged Lumley, erect in the stern of his craft and measuring with frightened eyes the distance that separated the Shooting Star from the Comet. The Comet was gaining! The pinions of the Star creaked, shivered, and fought for SUJ:\rem acy, but the Comet was one too many for her. Unless something was done, some masterful move in the form of a checkmate consummated, Kinch would have him. But what could he do what? Lumley looked about him. They were not fly---

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• 86 Flight and Deliverance. ing high, and at that moment were almost over. the North River. Ah! Lumley had. a thought that was truly Napoleonic. ":r'urn her!" he shrieked to the muglug. "Col lide with the other machine! Ram her !" It was not for the muglug to question. It was there to obey even if it broke its neck. In a trice the turning movement began, the ship sweeping about majestically and pointing straight for Comet. Kinch, well toward the bow, saw what was commg. He thrashed his arms about him and shouted hoarse commands ' to the Comet muglug. Then the Comet herself began to turn, but be fore she was fairly about, the Shooting Star caught her broadside on, pushed a sharp beak into her vitals and then backed away. Wounded to the death, the Comet yet at tempted to sustain herself aloft. It was impos ,, sible, however, and she dropped with listless pin ions, blotted from the sky, her muglug going by the board and Kinch hanging to her as she disapJ peared in the very middle of the stream below.

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Fli'ght and Deliverance. The Shooting Star had not come off unscathed, and labored heavily to keep afloat. The muglug headed her shoreward, and she drooped along, with a heavy list to port. . Lumley was obliged to cling to the to keep from falling out. Presently he fooked down and found that they were pas. sing over a hruse at less than a dozen f.eet from the roof. Having no mind to take further in a di sabled air-ship, he crawled over the bulwarks, lowered himsel.f and let go. The shock of alighting was of little conse quence, and when he had regaihed his balance, he watched the Shooting Star flutter off in one di rection, and the distant app . roach of the rest of the straggling fliers in the other . . The fateful midair encounter had consumed but a few moments of time, and the craft trailing along in the rear had not oome close enough for their pas.-senger-s to see Lumley execute his drop from the Star to the rooftop. Therefore, he reasoned, if he took himself at out of sight he would be safe. Roof tops were called into frequent use by bous-e-dwellers of the year 2000, and means for

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88 Flight and Deliverance. reaching and leaving them were always ade quate. Lumley had no difficulty in finding the stairs that led downward into the domicile, and lost not a moment in descending. He was now for the first time in a typical home. of the period, and was greatly surprised not to find himself surrounded by splashing fountains, palms, flowers, statues, paintings of the impres: sionist school, dumbwaiters, passenger-elevators, and so on. The stairs from the roof gave upon a corridor in no wise elaborate. The floor was tiled and laid with a strip of rubber matting. At intervals, openings led off on left and right, pre sumably into rooms. As !1e walked along, Lumley noticed two gratings set in the wall, and halted to ins pect them. One was labeled "Cold Air." Underneath was the printed request: "Don't Waste! When through using turn off. Anything less than freezing weather ten dollars per M for the Heated Term." Over the second grating were the words : w'Hot Air." And below: "Tropical temperatures ' five dollars per ll}Onth, flat rate. Use carefully!"

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Flight and Deliverance_. 89 Lumley was delighted . The novel appliel:n ces filled his mind and he forgot about Kinch, forgot even that he was an intruder, and flitted blithely down the hall on the lookout for ?-nything e lse that was new and strange. His curiosity was gratified suddenly and in a most unpleasant manner. When near the end of the corridor he felt a spring give way under matting beneath his feet. Instantly a panel opened in the ceiling, and a hideous carved head shot out and began screechmg: "Robber. s ! Robbers! Robbers!" Lumley pressed against the wall m dire dis IIl!Y as three particularly savage-looking muglugs rushed into the hall and started for him. Another moment and he would have bee n grabbed, perhaps slain; but deliverance appeared in the shape of a person who ran from one of the rooms and commanded the muglugs to ho ld their hands and keep back. The steel men lined up sho ulder to shoulder and allowed the n ewco mer t o p ass and take up a position in front of-Luml ey. She was a wo m an, L u m l ey was certain of that.

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.flight and Deliverance . Her hair w a s lon g , bra id ed, and c o iled closely on top of her head in suc_h a way that the ends of the braids stuck upward from the center of the coiffure. 'The effect upon Lumley's 1900 ideas was not plefsing; and the outre effect was heightened by two red ribbon bows attached to the tips of the braids. Then, too, the lady wore glasses. They were not the ordinary glasses with which Lumley was familiar, but little, oblong crystalline boxes, sup ported in some manner at the temples by a golden frameworE She wore a blouse which certainly resembled a ' kimono, but was as certainly nothing of that sort. The universal bloomers were present, and Lum ley hesitated to drop his eyes further, half-fearing to find the bare shins affected by the males. His alarm was unfounded, however, for th e lady wore silken hose, tastefully clocked, and red slippers. She was not beautiful,_ in the 1900 sense o . . I the word. Far from it. Her hair was carroty in color, her face sallo and peaked , and her form ang-ular. Her

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91 bared to the elbow, would have been called scrawny by a person less gallant than Lumley, and were loaded with encircling bands . of precious metal, set with flashing gems. She carried a book-a worn, ancient-looking volume wherein . one finger was separating the leaves to mark her place. It _ required several moments for the tremulous Lumley to . make these observations. And while he was regarding the lady, the lady was regarding him. "Do you speak English?" asked the lady cal mly. "Certainly, madam," replied Lumley. "Your clothes tell me that you are of the nineteen hundred period." "'So I am." "Then you are either Lumley, the long ex pected, or the Unknown." A twingeof trepidation swept through Lumley at this mention of Kinch. _ All the details con nected with the awakening in the: Peristylum flashed through his mind in harrowing review, "I am Lumley, madam,'1 said he at l;:ist.

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F/ig:M an . d Deliverance, "This ts an unanticipated pleasure," went on the lady, beaming. ' ' So it_ was to Lumley, who was trying to im agine what sort of jails and courts of justice they had in those times, and whether a hundred years wouldn't outlaw a supposed theft of fifty thou sand dollars. "Thank you," he murmured. "How did you come?" she went on. "I-I dropped in. . That is," he hastened to add, "I fell upon your roof from a flying machine." "Dear, dear," said the lady compassionately. "Were you hurt?" "Not at all. With your permission I will now depart for the colony." "No, Lumley, _ no," she returned. "Father is expecting you, and you dropped in on us most opportunely. I am very, very sorry you steppe on the burglar-al_arm,_ and I shall never cease t be thankful that I . was close enough to protec you from the muglugs." "You say your father is expecting me?" She nodded.

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F light and Delzvefiznce. 93 "Didn't you the transmit he thought off . some time ago?" "I did receive a messag!" exclaimed Lumley. "Tell me, please, who is your father?" "Tiburos Ny J:'wenty-six, Explainer General to the Immigrants." ' "yVhat a wonder that I should fall on your roof! " . "This age is full of wonders, Lumley, as you will not be long in discovering." "Yes, yes," murmured Lumley, and blushed as he thought that this lady herself was one of the wonders. , "Perhap, s you have heard of me?" The voice was intended to be amiable, and the accom panying smile winning. "I am Miss Tibijul." The eyes back of the crystalline boxes rolled upward languishingly, ahd the ribbons on the bobbing braids swept Lumley' s face. An impression rarr 'through him that chilled him to the bone. He recalled something Mort had said about making love to one of Tiburos' daughters. This seemed to be a set policy with the colonists of 1900, in order to weave a certain amount of "heart interest" into their various

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94 Flight and Deliverance . books. Did Miss Tibijul suppose that he had climbed into the time coupe and come to that period to-"Madam," said Lumley hastily, stepping back, '"I am not writing a book!" Mis s Tibijul clasped her hands ecstatically, ad ,vancing as he retreated. "Oh, I was afraid you were, Lumley!" she murmured. "So many novelists have been coming from nineteen hundred to write us up that it is a positive pleasure to meet one who has no aims in that direction. What brought you, if I may a sk?" She beamed at him, fairly radiating sentimen t from the crystalline boxes. "Madam, I-I--" Lumley faltered, and hi s voice failed him. How could he tell her that he had been chase d out of. his own times by a detective, hounding him for a crime committed subconsciously? H e had already laid .. himself under ban of the law as promulgated in the year 2000, and with the jails of two centuries yawning to receive him, which way was he to turn? Thoughts of his gathering perils took his mind

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Flight and Deliverance. 95 from Miss Tibijul. The diver s i o n could scarcely be called an improvement, alth o ugh, for a short space, Lumley was busy with wild speculations and hopeless expedients. "It-it was not some love-affair that drove you t o these times, was it, Lumley?" came the quivering voice of Miss Tibijul. "Love-affair?" gasped Lumley. "Good heavens, no!" The lady brightened. "I hardly thought it could be," she purred, "yet! i t would be pleasant to meet some one who, out of patience with the kind of sentim 'ent in vogue i n those old days, should take a forward flight t o see how we handle affairs of the heart in these advanced times. We have improved on the an c ient method, Lumley, as we have improved on everything else con--" At that instant the raucous buzz which Lumley had heard twice before in the colony-house, b roke on their ears. "Pardon me," said the lady, turning to the wall an d jabbing twice at a silver knob . "Tibijul N y Three Hundred and Thirty-three," she called.

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Flight and Deliverance . "What a name for a woman!" thought Lum ley. "Notice Number Eighteen Thousand Nine Hundred and Seventy-one, from Law and Order Headquarters," came a sonorous voice. through the transmitter. "Lu_ mley, fue long eKpected, and the Unknown, b.Q!h proscribed. On pain of arrest, fine , and impri sonment they must be appre qended wherever found and yielded up to the authorities. "Crime, larceny of the air-ships Comet and Shooting Star, criminal recklessness in flying , and wanton destruction of the Comet and serious injury to the Star. Also demolition of one seven foot muglug of the second class. Unknown fell in river and not recovered. Shooting Star limped back to Peristylum without Lumley. Reward o f one thousand dollars offered by the Muglug Trust, two thousand five hundred dollars by owner of Comet, and. five hundred dollars by owner of Star. Take heedful attention and fail not in performance of duty." The transmitter buzzed into silence, leaving Lumley in ri. state of collapse .

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CHAPTER VII. THE POWER OF FAME. Proscribed in I goo and 2000 ! How relent les s ly the Neme s is of l a w will follow a man ! If there was anything that relieved the situa tion at all, it was the fact that Kinch was also a fu g itive. His pursuit of Lumley would now be rendered extremely difficult, if not impossible. Of course Kinch was not at the bottom of the river. He was a man of infinite resource, and not to be trapped in that way. The question that concerned Lumley just then had to do with the possibility of escape from his present quarters. But the three muglugs were still in the hall, and in order to get back on the roof he would have to pass them. A moment's reflection convinced Lumley that the risk was too great. All that remained for him was to yield. "I can't say that I am very much surprised, Mr. Lumley,'' said Miss Tibijul, turning from the trans mitte1 .

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The Power of Fame. "I am the victim of circumstances, madam," murmured Lumley. "I don't care a snap about that," said the lady, shaking her bristling braids. "You-you will give me up?" . ., "I give you fip? Never !" She stepped closer to him and smiled coquettishly as she whispered: "The stars foretold this, I shall pro tect you from your enemies-even from my father, if it is necessary." Lumley was astonished, quite as much at the lady's manner as at her w6rds. "How can you protect me?" he asked. "You are perfectly safe under this roof until my father comes. After he comes, if he should prove unreasonable, I will devise some other plan." "You will be breaking the law." "Law!" The aggressive braids bobbed scorn !ully. "I don't care a pin for the law .when your safety is concerned, Lumley. Come! Let us go into the news-room." Lumley was not entirely reassured. Miss Tibi . jul's manner perplexed him and occasioned a :vague uneasiness.

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Tiu Prnver of Fame. 99 She was all smiles-tender, coquettish, and everything the irreproachable Lumley would not have had them. Ha.d he dropped from one rlan ger into another? As he turned to follow Miss Tibijul to the news-room, a venerable gentleman stepped sud denly through a doorway close at hand and confronted them. "Father!" screamed Miss Tibijul. "Enough of this!" cried the old gentleman sternly, handing his iron umbrella to one of the muglugs, and, with ominous deliberation, pro ceeding t untie the ribbons that secured his hat. "Daughter, your readiness to overstep th.e law fills me with amazement." "Have you heard-do you know--" faltered the daughter. "I have heard everything, and know every thing. In fact, I rushed up-stairs when the alarm sounded and remained unannounced in that room for the purpose of hearing what explanation this misguided man would have to offer." "Spare him, father, for my sake!" wailed Miss Tibijul. "Tears, prayers, entreaties will not turn me

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100 The Power of Fame. from my duty! This man must not think that he can come here fron.i the brawling times of nineteen hundred and set our laws at naught. Re tire t6 your apartments, my child, while I sum mon the authorities." "No, no, father !'1 . wailed Miss Tibijul; "you shall not !" "We'll see about that." "His explanation--" "Bah! I am an artist m explanations-have made them my life business, as you well know-and this fellow is a bungler. Why, he has not even the merit of being plausible. Will you go, . daughter?" "Not until you promise to spare him!" Tiburos Ny Twenty-six turned to one of the mug lugs. "Conduct my daughter to her apartments," said he, "and see that she remains there." The weeping lady was led away. When the sounds of her wailing had died out of the cor ridor, Tiburos struck the transmitter twice. "Law and Order Headquarters!" he called. The respom c w as instantly given.

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T he Power of Fame. IOI "This is the La "Y .CJ.nd Order w ere the w ords that dropped from the transmitter. "Tiburos Ny Twenty-six begs to repor . t that he h as captured, and now holds subject to your com, m and, the person of Everson Lumley." ) "Good! I'll send for him at once." "I'm sorry for you, Lumley," said Tiburos, \ "but duty is duty." " I understand your position, sir,'' said Lumley fain t ly. • "I was in the Per istylum when you fled with'. t he Unknown in hot pursuit. Why did you flee, L umley?" Tiburos Ny Twenty-six was a stern man, and just at that moment his manner was uncompro m1smg. Lumley's wa s in his . throat. He saw now that it hav e been better, much better, if he had not allowed panic to seize him in the Peristylum. He should have remained, ' faced Kinch , and recited the circumstances surrounding that 1900 escapade wherein Osborne had enacted the knave's part. In that age of advanced thought his explanation might not have been scoffed at. He could give the •• r

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The Power of Fame. now, however. Tiburos h a d opened the way to it-and, perhaps, he would be believed. "Sir," faltered Lumley, "thaf man on the slab -the one called the Unknown-is an enemy of . ' mine. He is a detective--" "Detective?" and Tiburos lifted his brow: . "Yes;" continued Lumley "he has been pursuing me relentlessly. Not content with hounding me through the year nineteen hundred, he has followed me even to these times. It was like hip1," said bitterly, "it was like him!" "I suppose, u observed the Explainer Generalt "inasmuch as you are so frank in stating the case, that you did not commit the crirpe ?" "I di_9, commit it." "Ah J" The lifted brows of Tiburos straightened into a frown. "But I was not responsible!" cried Lumley. "I was victimized by a scour;idrel who ?sed my o:wn discoveries to my un_ doing. Sir, I have given a great deal of thought to the subconscious ego, and I have discovered truths which, when applied practically, can do much good or much harm in the world." Then the whole miserable story came o ei ; 1.nd

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ro3 Luml ey, hanging wretchedly upon every shifting expr ession in Tmuros' face, waited for a look which he could interpret as a merciful leaning toward his side of the question. Had the human mind, in that year 2000, ad iyanced to the point where Lumley's theories could be properly understo?d? Or had Lum ley, when he sat in Doctor Kelpie's study and calculated that he was a hundred years in ad van ce of his time, fallen short in the estimate? Finishing his explanation, Lumley waited, 'fearful,_ apprehensive, and wondering what his fate was to be. Tiburos had listened with intense interest, and when he finally understood just how Lumley had the victim of his subconscious self, he swooped down on the book which his daughter had dropped, and which was still lying on the floor. His excitement was great that he trembled violently. ' .'Can it be possible?" he kept muttering to him self. "Can it be possible?" Holding the ragged volume in his hand, he

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104 The Power of Fame. faced Lumley and continued, his voice shaking with emotion: "I am . a collector of old books, sir, and this one, which my daughter was reading for the dozenth is the most treasured volume in my collec tion. The principles of subconscious phenomena, which this work so ably elucidates, made possible the first muglug and brought about the change in our industrial operations which has crowned our times with the glory miraculous achieve ment. "Sir, this book is entitled 'The P0ssibilities of the Subconscious Ego.' Are you the Everson Lumley who wrote it?" The years are powerless to wipe out a truly . great deed. And thus did Lumley's 1900 achieve ment pursue him with all its saving power. "I am the author of the work," he answered with becoming dignity. "Accept, I pray you, the right hand of fellow ship. It is an honor to greet a man who has done so much for humanity." While they were shaking hands, the thump of an alighting air-ship could be heard on the roof. "Have no fears, friend Lumley," said Tiburos.

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The Power of Fame. 105 "Your world wide fame is your security. Ah, if I had but known that you were the Evers on Lumley of the Subconscious Ego! Why, the Muglug Trust has raised a statue to you in the Pleasure Gardens! Have no fears, sir, I beg of you . A word of explanation will change you from a , proscribed man into an honored guest of the city." The Law and Order men, six in number, and accompanied by an official eight-foot muglug of the first class, charged down the stairs from the roof and hurried along the corridor. They were met by Tiburos, explanations were made, and the bostile authorities were straightway transfo!'med into admiring friends. If Lumley had demolished the Peristylum and wrecked every air-ship in the metropolis, his great work on the subconscious ego would have insured him forgiveness and immunity from legal complications. When the officers had returned to the roof and taken flight, Tiburos caught his guest affection ately by the arm. "It is he said. "Come to the triclinium,

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106 The Power of Fame Lumley. It is time lo absorb our evening repas t. While we are thus engaged I will begin my de f erred ' explanations." inoved like one in a dream. At last, after the lapse of a hundred years, it really looked as though he was going to be appreciated.

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CRAFTER VIII. THE :EXPLAINER AT WORK. The triclinium, or in the house of Tiburos, was a unique institution. It was a small, square apartment with tiled floor, and marble walls and ceiling. Everything about it was severely plain, no attempt having been made at decoration. There were no windows, only one entrance-way, and ab solutely no furnishings aside from three luxu rious chairs placed triangularly in the center .of the floor. Set into the tiles, close to the three chairs, was a bronze grating. The. experiences of the afternoon had prepared Lumley to do justice to a hearty and the outlook, to say the least, was •"Inform Miss Tibiju1," said Tiburos to one 0 the muglugs, "that Everson Lumley and I await her presence in the triclinium." The automaton departed. "How will the muglug deliver the messag,e, Ti ...

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108 The . Explai'ner at Work. buros ?" inquired Lumley. "These pupp _ ets are nut able to speak intelligibly, so far as I have dis covered." "No, they are not able to talk," Ti buros, reclining easily .in his chair. "On the whole, it is well that this is so. They make ter servitors because of it, and they are power less to plot with each other, and so, perhaps, interfere with the thought-waves from Head Cen ter. The triclinium muglug will merely present himself to my daughter and make a in this direction. That will be sufficient-as you see." At that moment Miss Tibijul fluttered into the room. "Daughter," said Tjburos, rising, "it gives me great plea 'sure to tell you that our guest is no longer under ban of the Law and Order Headquarters, but has been honored with the freedom of the city. Strange as it may appear, he is none other than the Everson Lumley who gave us that wonderful work on 'The Possibilities of the Sub conscious Ego.' " A delighted chirp . escaped Miss Tibiju.l. Fling-

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The Expla, i'ner ai Work. 109 i ng herself toward Lumley she clasped him by both hands. "This," she breathed, ecstatically, "is unex pected . happiness! Just to think, father,'' and she turned upon the complacent Tiburos, "that we are able to entertain a man who evolved all those re markable theories, and wrote them down a hun dred years ago! Why," and here she turned to Lumley once more, "!'have read and reread that grand book of yours until I can recite whole of it. Chapter Two forms the basis of a text-book on Applied Psychology which has a place in every school in the nation." With a last reverent shake of Lumley's hands Miss Tibijul released them; but she still stood be fore him and continued to speak in a highly com plimentary vein. Only her father's announce ment that the great Lumley was hungry caused the enraptured lady to withdraw to her own chair. Through their crystalline boxes Miss Tibijul's eyes spoke volumes, giving Lumley a chill when ever he encountered them . A premonition of calamity, destined to reach him from Miss Tibi jul's direction, was growing in his mind.

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110 The E.xplaz'ner at Work. As soon as they were seated, Tiburos clapped his hands. At this signal, a panel shot upward .through the floor in the doorway and shut them in the triclinium. "What is there about our mode of life, friend Lumley," . said Tiburos, settling himself at his ease, "which most impresses you, and which you would like to have explained?" Lumley cast a glance about him. Just then he would have liked an explanation as to where the meal was coming ' from, but was too well bred to put the question. Something else suggested itself. He knew that dusk had fallen outside, but the house the broad light of day was everywhere. "How do you illuminate your dwellings, Mr. Tiburos ?" he asked. . "The glow is furnished by the Compressed Sunshine Company, and is delivered at the house daily in hermetically seale ' d cans. The can containing the night's supply is connected with a tube system which reaches every room." "The glow comes up through that grating?" "Yes, together with other vapors used in the itriclinium. AnY. of the subdued effects from twi-

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1 I,' The Explaz"ner at Work. III light to the glare of high noon are constantly on tap." "Wonderful!" "It must be wonderful to you. In your da'y, Lumley, electricity was the best iMuminant 0 which you could boast; but how inconvenient its use and how feeble the result as compared with the light at our command! We get the bright rays direct from Old Sol himself, condense and \ compress them and put them into cans. A can costing five cents, delivered, will light this entire hou s e from sunset to sunrise." "How inexpensive!" exclaimed Lumley. "Thq,t's one of the beauties . of it," returned Tiburos; "nevertheless, Sunshine stock is of the best paying investments of the present day. I'll take you to the factory some time, for it is really a most interesting place. Mug lugs do the work, and the sunbeams are canned regularly from seven in the morning to six at "But in stormy weather? How can you put up sunshine when there isn't any?" Tiburos smiled the indulgent smile of the per fect explainer. "My dear fellow, we have no stormy days. All

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112 The Explainer at Work. our days are fair and abound with sun. Naturally we have to have some wet weather, but gen tle showers are turned on during the night when ever needed." "Do you mean to tell me that you are able to regulate this matter?" "Certainly. We have a very good Weather !Bureau, which gives us just what we want, and at the very time we want it." Lumley collapsed into the recesses of his chair . "Tell him what the assistant weatherman did last year, father," said Miss Tibijul. "Oh, yes," laughed Tiburos. "We can laugh over the incident now, but it was anything but -a laughing matter then. A new assistant was hired to help the weatherman last year, Lumley, and was inducted into office on the very morning the President was due to fly over from Washington on a little visit. "A huge air-ship procession winged out to meet his excellency, and while felicitations were being exchanged, the new man in the weather office juggled the rain plug into the wrong place on the chart, and-well, say! Inside of a minute the were flooded. ,

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Tlze E.zplaz'ner at Work. II3 "The downfall only lasted a short time, for the hea d of the bureau leaped to the chart and turned on the fair weather, but everybody in the procession, from the President down, was soaked." Lumley joined in the merriment. . ''Who is at the head of the Sunshine Trust?" h e inquired, after a few moments . "The Honorable Tibfan Cin Eighty-two." "Goodness!" exclaimed Lumley. " I must say I don't admire the unwieldy nomenclature m v ogue these times . " "No? My dear sir, that is because you are n ot familiar with the system. There are one billion people in the United States and her colonies, and no two of them have the same name. T hink of that, you who come from a time filled with its thousands of Browns, and Joneses, and R obinsons. And if our population should grow t o ten times what it is now, every single indi v idual would still have his own _ particular desig n ation." "Most remarkable!" "But that isn't all, Lumley. Fron. every citi zen's name we learn his age, or her age, as the

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" The Explainer at Work. case may be; also his native place. This is beau in itself, but it is also of prime importance to the government . . "You see, every citizen pays a head tax . in proportion to his years. The head tax begins when the citizen attains his majority, at which time it is one dollar a year. Every five years it increases a dollar, so at twenty-six the citi zen pays two dollars r a year, at thirty-one three dollars, and so on up to the forty-first year, when one dollar _ is taken off the tax every five years until there is no tax left for the citizen to pay in his old age. Thus you will see the importance to the government of knowing the age of every citizen . . " "It must be an intricate system." "On the contrary it is very simple. All the figures from naught up to nine are represented by certain consonants. For instance, naught is represented by s: one by T, two by N, three by M, and so on. "Now, take my name, 'Tiburos.' T represents the nunieral 'one,' 'b' represents 'nine,' 'r' stands for 'four,' and 's' for a cipher-which gives the date hundred antj forty,' the year in

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The Explainer at Work. II5 which I was born. So with my daughter's name, Tibijul. Translated, it gives the year--" • "Father!" came sharply from the lady. "Mr. Lnmley isn't interested in my age." .Tiburos gave a whimsical glance at Lumley. "Of course not, of course not. In this system of nomenclature, Lumley, vowels have no signifi cance, and are merely used to join the consonants euphoniously together." "What does the 'Ny' represent?'' asked Lum-ley. "New York, my native city." "And the number 'twenty-six'?" "Those figures convey the information that I was the thirteenth man born in the year nineteen hundred and forty. All births are officially re corded and all names are officially given." "It's quite a system,'' said Lumley, "but the old method had one advantage." "What was that?" "Why, from a person's full name we could . tell the sex." . "We are able to do the same by our Lumley." . "How?" ...

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:b6 The Explainer at W ori. "By the .birth numbers. Men a,re even, wome.,p odd-always odd." "I don't understand." "The ' even numbers, two, four, six, eight, and so on up, are reserved for the males; the odd tmmbers, one, three, five, and so forth, belong to the gentler sex. So you would translate 'Tibu ros Ny Twenty-six,' in this way: 'The thirteenth male citizen born in New York in the year nine teen hundred and forty. Beirig sixty years of age he has outgrown the head tax.' Likewise, 'Tibijul Ny Three Hundred and Thirty-three' would mectn the one hundred and sixty-seventh { e male born in New York in the year--" "I tell you," interrupted Miss Tibijul, agita tin g the aggressive braids, "Mr. Lumley doe sn ' c a re for that. Proceed to some other topi father." "I think we have had topics enough for t ni ght," said Tiburos. "Have you had enough supper, Mr. Lumley?" Lumley answered with a blank look. "Supper?" he echoed. "Have we per?" "Certainly. The supper vapors, properly

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"-= The Explainer ai Work. II7 odorized, have been coming through the grating, an d we have been unconsciously absorbing them during our conversation." ,. "What have I had for supper?" asked the . . ,; ' a mazed Lumley. l "You liave partaken of cold roast beef; mashed potatoes, toast, and tea. If you would like a cigar, Miss Tibijul will be excused and . r will h ave the nicotine vapor turned on." "No, thank you," said Lumley. "If I have had all you say, I m ust have had a great plenty. We'll dispense with the cigar." "Very good . " Tiburos drew a watch from his po cket. "It is now going on eight, and I think we--" He was interrupted by a startled cry from L umley. Then, to the amazement of the Exp lainer General and his daughter, Lumley hurled him s elf forward and snatched the watch out of hi s host's hand. ---< ---

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I CHAPTER IX. LUMLEY'S HEIRLOOM. Lumley acted like a man demented. "At last," he cried, "at last!" and danced wildly about the room, the watch in his hand. "Sir," said the perplexed "it now seems that it is your turn to explain. What i s ,the meaning of this?" "This is my watch-mine!" declared Lumley . "Yours? Why, I have had it for ten years!" "I can't help that. It has been in the Lumle y \family for three generations. Look at the ' siz e of it! The nineteen hundred watches weren' t half so large." "Come into the news-room," said Tiburos, '"while we make an attempt to get at the root o this mystery. Be calm, daughter," he added, turning to Miss Tibijul, who was violently agi tated. "I am sure friend Lumley does not in tend to be discourteous." ''1 beg your pardon, sir," said Lumkv,

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H e rloom. denly realiz in g what he had d o ne; "but I think I can prove t o yo u t hat thi s watch i s my property." "If you can do that, I shall certainly relinquish my right to the timepiece. But, come! If we remain too long in the triclinium we shall absorb more supper than is good for us." T iburos clapped his hands once more. The panel at the door slid. downward, and Tiburos waved his daughter and his guest toward the other apartment, following them as they passed through. "This i s t he news-r o om," the m aster of the house e x plained when they pres ently found themselves in a comfortably appointed apartment. "It is h ere that we c o me to learn the latest transmits about the doings of the great world. But of that, more anon. Just now the affair of the watch claims our "In this connection, friend Lumley, I wish t o state that watches of every sort a .re out of .date. Whenever we wish to know the time we us u ally get a transmit from the Time Department. " I was carrying that watch because it was pre sented to me by a friend, and becau s e I am fond tJi anti ques-not for any real benefit that I de-

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120 Lumley's Heirloom. rived from its use. Please explain, Mr. Lumley, why you think it belongs t'o you." "See there," said Lumley, pointing to one side of the worn gold case, "there are the initials 'E. L.'-Everson Lumley-the name of my grand father!" "Indeed ! How did you happen to lose the watch?" "It was stolen from me." "Stoien !" exclaimed Tiburos and his daughter, looking at each other. "Even so," went on Lumley. "You remember my s tory, sir; how a villain named Osborne hyp notized me and made me commit that bank rob bery in a subconscious hour--" "Ah, yes," interrupted Tiburos. "The money you secured at the bank, together with your watch and other personal property, were taken from you by 'your treacherous friend. So thal was the watch?'' "It was. By whom was it given to you, Mr. Tiburos ?" "By Tibilus Ny Forty-eight, a boyhood frien He lived at too fate a period to have been i plicated in the theft of the timepiece, Luml

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I2I He wasn't born until nineteen hur1dred and fifty, and you were robbed in nineteen hundred." . "In eighteen hundred and ninety-nine," qualified Lumley. "Perhaps some of your friend's ancestors--" "No, I think not. Tibilus comes of good stock. I don't know what his family name was prior to nineteen hundred and twenty-five, when the great cognomonic revolution took place, but I am very sure he can read his title clear so far as this matter is concerned." "It may be in his power to help me clear my; name, " said Lumley, with intense earnestness. "Possibly. Suppose I get him on the transmitter and find out what he knows?" "1 wish you would, Mr. Tiburos." Tiburos went over to the transmitter an
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122 Lumley 's Heirloom. "Greetings. That was a deuce of a time they had at the Pei istylum, wasn't it?" "I should say so. Were you there?" "Of course. I never let a chance go by to be present and offet _ my con _ dolences to these fools from nineteen hundred." "There, there, neighbor! You shouldn't call a progressive man a fool, you know." "I believe in telling the truth. A man could . own himself in _ nineteen hundred; now, in the year two thousand , the _ plutocrats own the eart h, with its population thrown in. But you wait. I'll get a whack at this money power one of these days, and then I'll make things hum." Tiburos. laughed good-naturedly. "We'll get to arguing again. if we're not care ful, and I didn't call you up for that, friend Tibilus.'' "What can I do for you, Tl.burns?" "What was yuu.r paternal name before the revolutiooT' ' .'Er-r-r-let me se -e. That's a peculiar request , Tiburqs, and I don ' t lmow that I can tell you off hand. Urn-m-o h, yes, I've got it-Os borne."

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lumley's Heirloom . L umley gave a jump, Miss Tibijul looked un c omfortable, and Tiburos was evidently per turbed. "Do you remember that watch you gave me a bout ten years ago, Tibilus ?" Tiburos pro c eeded. "Yes, I remember it." ''Where did you get hold of the watch?" "Why? What do you want to know that for?'" "Well, you see, Everson Lumley is here--" "Ah!" "And he thinks the watch belongs to him . " "So do I." "If you thought that, Tibilus, why did you give i t to me?" "I didn't find out that Lumley had the best right to it until two years ago, when I was look ing_ over some of my great-grandfather's papers. Naturally I couldn't tell the we were expecting was the same Lumley who had a valid claim on that watch, so I didn't want to stir things up." "What did your great-grandfather have to say on the subject?" "A good deal, and I don't want to think abo u1l

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I 24 L,umley 's Heirloom. it through the transmitter. Bring Lumley over here, can't you?" "To-night?" "Right away." "All right." The transmitter went out of use with the usua l buzz. "Now," cried Lumley, "I'm going to be vindi c ated, I'm sure of it." "I hope so, Lumley," said Tiburos heartily. "Daughter, would you like to go with us to call on friend Tibilus ?" "Ever so answered Miss Tibijul, wit h what was intended to be a look a t Lumley. "Then get on your coat and hat and join us o n the roof. We shall take the Aurora." Miss Tibijul hurried joyfully to her apartment to prepare for trip. Tiburos, with a ver y grave face, turned to Lumley as soon as the y were alone. "Tibilus," said he, "is a fine man, and one o f the strongest and most persistent thinkers of the age. Indeed , I know of no one in these days who can compare with him in depth and power of i n

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125 tellect. It is a melancholy fact, however, that his superb mentality has taken an odd and dan gerous twist." Tiburos shook his head sadly. "It is wondrous strange," he mourned, "how genius can go so far afield." "In what way?" questioned Lumley. "You followed his transmit, a few moments ago?" "Yes. It was a robust voice and had a goodly sound." "His thoughts," frowned Tiburos, "are alto gether too robust for his own good. Naturally, since I a his life-long friend, he expresses him self to me fearlessly and freely-and this, mind you, in spite of the fact that he knows me to be a stanch upholder of the present social order. Can you imagine, Lumley," and Tiburos spread out his hands impressively, "how any one, viewing the strides we have made by coupling thought to action through divergent subconscious rays, could wish to break down the existing order of things? And yet-and yet friend Tibilus comes perilously near to thinking along those lines." "That's what I like," enthused Lumley . "It's

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Lumley's Heirloom. the independent thinker, Tiburos, the one who dares to break away from prejudices and traditions, to whom Progress owes the greatest debt! He is the one most scorned and villified in his own age, but time works out the problem and brings his theories their ultimate reward!" "And you, Everson Lumley, would uphold ribilus in his mad ideas concerning the present industrial order? Why, man, it is an order which you did more to found than any other per son under heaven !" "That may be true," said Lumley. "In order to accomplish that with which you are so good as to credit me, my thoughts had to strike out a line which lost me my friends, brought ridicule and scorn, and, finally; through the connivanc of the scoundrelly Osborne, made me a fugitiv If the system I have helped to build up has faults then, by all means, let fearless like Ti bi . lus aim lusty blows at it, and keep striking." Tiburos, tossing his hands in wild protes turned a . way. 'Just as he was about to tell t muglug to bring bis guest's hat and his own, transmitter buzzed its warning. As ill luck would have it, the transmit w

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lumley's Heirloom. fr m Head Center, and 3.nnounited the coming of an official on important business. A frown of disappointment crossed the face of Tiburos as h e turned to Lumley. "I am very sorry, Lumley, that it will be im possible for me to go with you to Tibilus,,., said he. "This interview with the official from Head Center is something ( cannot postpone, and it is likely to keep me for some time. My daughter, however, is acquainted witn Tibi1us, and will introduce you . " Tiburos accompanied his guest and his daughter to the roof, where. the Aurora was moored. "If you have any valuables, Lumley," con tinued Tiburos, "it would be well to leave them with me. There was a bulletin yesterday to the effect that air pirates had been seen hovering over the town." "Air pirates?" echoed Lumley. "Yes; they are freebooters who have all space for their operations, and are known to be particularly daring. Their are longL. low, and rakish, and have black wings. They are particularly speedy, and while the are con tinually on the lookout for them, they are hard

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128 Lumley's Heirloom. to catch. Night is their favorite time for committing depredations. I hardly think, however, that you will be bothered. Have the muglug fly low, daughter. Good-by." Lumley returned the watch to Tiburos for safe-keeping, and then assisted Miss Tibijul to mount to the deck of the Aurora. As soon as they were comfortably seated, the lady gave the order that sent them winging into the moonlit void.

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CHAPTER X. THE BUCCANEERS OF SPACE. Flying by day had its own particular charms, but they were not to be compared with the de light s of -flying by night. Still, for Lumley, the excur sion was not without its drawbacks. His hopes were centered in Tibilus Ny Forty eight. If this man, a descendant of the 1900 Os borne who had wrought such havoc with Lum ley' s peace of mind, could furnish proof of Lum ley's innocence in the matter of that bank rob bery, poetLc justice would have been done. Then, if Lumley tired of appreciation and yearned for the old days, he could get into the time coupe and go back to 1900 with his proof in his pocket . Thus could he baffie Kinch and set himself right with the people of his own era. In the bow of the Aurora an eye of compressed sunlight shot its unwinking gaze far into the shadows, illuminating the airy path that lay ahead. Other lights could be seen darting on all sides, like huge fireflies, and now and then a burst

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The Buccaneers ej , 1J ace. of music reached the ears of the two in the Au-rora. ''This is the hour, dear Lumley," came the voice of Miss Tibijul, "when lovers take ship and sail through space." . , The words faded in a deep sigh. Lumley did not object to the remark, but why did she "dear" him, and what sort of emotion throbbed behind that sigh? He wished the mug-1ug would. hurry and get them to the house of Tibilus. "When we first met," cooed Miss Tibijul, "I :remember asking you if you had come to these progressl.ve times to seek forgetfulness for some disastrous affair of the heart--" Lumley stirred impatiently. "And you assured me," pursued Miss Tibijul, "that this was not the case. I asked you also, if I remember, whether a desire to see how the year two thousand deals with sentiment might not have had something to do with your fligh t through the coming years. I do not recall wha t answer you gave me." "Nor can I," said Lumley, with a sinking heart, "but I w ill !"? v now. Miss Tibijul, that I am a

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TILL LJttCcaneers of Space. 131 ph ilosopher. That ought to settle the question of sentiment so far as I am concerned." "Philosophers are of many kinds, Lumley,'" re tu rned Miss Tibijul, "and philosophies have been k nown to change when the glare of day gives place to moonlight and the stars. " Lumley coughed in an embarrassed way and wished that something might happen to draw his c ompanion from her present theme . Failing this, he made a half-hearted attempt himself to ac complish the desired end. "At a rough guess, Miss Tibij u l," said he, wit h an assumption of sudden interest, "how many fly ing machines do you thinkthere are in New York?" "I have not the figures in mind, Lumley," re plied Miss Tibijul, "but as soon as we arrive at our destination we will send a transmit to . the Bureau of Statistics. Courtship and--" "I wonder, too," broke in Lumle_Y ''how many muglugs are at present engaged in carrying out the industrial policies of the City of New York?" "The number varies. Every minute a m uglug

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132 The Buccaneers of Space. comes from the factory, and every two or three minutes aother is consigned to the junk-heap. As I was saying--" "Tell me something about the nineteen hundred colony," begged Lumley. "I am interested in only one member of the colony," said Miss Tibijul softly, and with a sig nificance that could scarcely be called veiled, "and so you will have to excuse me from answering that questi o n. Courtship, " she add ed-and Lumley resigned him s elf to hearing her out-"is all very _ different in our day, Lumley! from it was in yours." "Yes?" returned Lumley faintly. "Indeed it is, " went on the lady. "Then men did the wooing and the proposing. A woman might lose her heart, but false pride prevented her from speaking to the object of her affections, and too often that objec t went off and m a r r ied some other girl. Think of the broken-hearted woman , dear Lumley , w ho was thus made a vic tim o f fo olis h c o nvention. If a w oman cares for a man, and desires his h and in marriage, she does not now hesitate to say so . " Lumle y w a s s hivering. He wanted to say

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of Space. 133 something, and even tried to, but no sotind c a me when his lips frameq the words. Whither was Miss Tibijul trending? Lumley's misgivings made a coward of him. "I haven't known you very long, Lumley," purred Miss Tibijul, "but I have long cherished an ideal, and it may be supposed that I would recognize that ideal the instant he came along. When I rushed out of the room a few hours ago and saved you from the muglugs, I saw then that I-that you--" She faltered and came to an abrupt pause. Lumley groaned and brushed one hand across his damp forehead. If the Aurora had been nearer the earth he would have risked a leap ov e r the bulwatks. "Did you sigh, Lumley?" whispered Miss Tibi jul. Lumley made some incoherent reply . "Everson," went on Miss Tibijul, " I feel a s though I must tell you what is on my mind. Do you think y ou could ever care--" Mis s Tibijul got that far res cue c a me unexpectedly for Lumley. A hoarse voice hailed them fro m the dark:

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134 The Buccan e ers o f Space. "Ahoy! What air-ship is that?" "The Explainer General's ship Aurora," returned Miss Tibijul. "What machine is that?" "The Vulture," was the fierce response, "with skull and crossbones at the peak. Lay to ; or we'll hurl a thunderbolt into you from our electric gun!" "Mercy, mercy!" wailed Miss Tibijul. "The buccaneers! The buccaneers!" Lumley's gratitude knew no bounds. Had the pirates arrived a minute later they would have been too late to save him ! "Stop the ship!" he called to the mug lug. Instantly the Aurora began slowing down until her broad wings were beating the air just_ enough to keep her afloat. The other craft loomed darkly overhead, a blot of shadow against a background of stars. Her hull was at right angles to the Aurora's, and about ten feet above. Throbbing m every part, the two ships poised themselves in these positions. Forms leaned over the side of the Vulture, and a rope ladder was thrown, hanging so that h 1

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135 b arely cleared the deck of the Aurora. Speedily , a man climbed out of the pirate-machine and' l owered . himself to the craft beneath. "What!" cried the pirate, quick to detect the s ex of Lumley's companion; "only a woman, a m uglug, and a rainbow chaser. The buccaneers of , the air are gallant enough to spare women, not poor enough to rob muglugs, and sufficiently wise to steal rainbow and hold them for ransom. Aloft with you, my gay immigrant!" "It's Lumley, Everson Lumley," wailed _ Miss Tibijul1 throwing herself on her knees in front of the pirate. "Have mercy!" "I'm a stranger to mercy," answered the pirate with a hoarse laugh; "before I turned buccaneer I was an officer of the Air Trust. Don't talk to me of mercy. Up with you, Lumley! Law and Order craft swarming all around us, and time is scarce !" "Listen !" implored the distracted Miss Tibijul; "Lumley first laid down the principles of the subconscious ego--" "I don't care a picayune!" "But he's the guest of the city!" -

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The Buccaneers o; ::ipace. "Then the more ransom we should get for him. Ha! Methink yonder flies a police-machine? It is, by Heaven! Climb, Lumley, climb, or. 1'11 cut you down." The command was useless, for Lumley was already climbing. He feared the police-machine would arrive in time to thwart his abductors, and he welcomed any fate that prevented a continua tion of his ride on the Aurora with Miss Tibijul. Up the rope ladder he went as swiftly as feet and hands could carry hin_,1, the pirate ascending close at his heels. Before Lumley could get over the side a pencil of light was turned on the Vul ture from the police-flier. "Ahoy!" roared an authoritative voice. "What
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The Buccaneers of Space. 137 / iar voice in _ his ear. "Get away from me now, if you can!" Luri1ley froze .with horror. Paralyzed in mind and body, he lay _ rigid and helpless on the deck of the outlaw craft, staring upward with glassy e yes ipto the face of-Jasper Kinch!

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The /Iv eeptng Philosopher. 139. In his New York office he had a collection of one hundred thousand footprints of criminals, ranging from the fossilized tread of a fratricide of the Stone Age to the delicate pedal impression of a dilettante poisoner of 1900. Others looked for degeneration in the palm of the hand, or the lines of the face; Kinch sought for it in the sole of the foot. Possibly he was wrong in this. But the burden _of proof lay with the doubter, for in the course of a long career Kinch had yet to meet :with a single failure. To put him on a case invariably meant a solution of the mystery and the cc(pt.ure of the crim inal. That was why he had been assigned to the work of running Lumley to earth. Sever.al times crimes had been committed and it:he criminals themselves were in the dq.rk until IK.inch had captured them and convinced _ them of their culpability. There was no escaping the de ductive powers of his comprehensive mind. Next to capture itself, Lumley feared Kinch'. might argue him out of his belief in the subcon scious ego, and that would ' subvert the whole theory of his defense in the bank case .

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The Weepz"ug Plzlosoplter. And now to have the ubiquitous Kinch way lay and capture him en route to the house f Tibilus, where all the ins and outs of that hyp notic safe cracking were to be laid bare-this was the last fell stroke of fortune. For some time all was excitement on board the air pirate. The police-machine was in hot pursuit, and for an hour or more the chase was nip and tuck, with chances in favor of the pirate be . ing nipped. There were no lights aboard the Vulture, and she was making inland at top speed. At last, with skilful maneuvering, she evaded the official flier and lost herself in the mysterious vastness of the night. Gradually the captured fugitive regained the use of his faculties. When the Vulture was safe from pursuit, a can of sunlight was opened, and in the glow Lumley was able to note with more distinctness the face and form of his captor. Kinch was clean shaven, having sacrificed his mustache to the exigencies of the hour. His small hat was black, as were also the ribbons that held it to his head; coat and bloomers were like iWise of the same somber color.

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The. Weepz'ng Phi'losopher. As a man of the period, he was not so impres sive as he might have been. But, of course, nec essity knows no law. While defeat might have made him irascible, under the genial influence of success his good nature expanded. He smiled, actually smiled, and bent over and touched his prisoner's shoulder. "It's all in a lifetime, Lumley. You've given me quite a run of it, but here we are at last, at the end of the trail. Brace up. I don't harbor. any ill feelings." Lumley lifted himself to a sitting posture. "What. business has a detective got to turn pirate?" he asked. " You 're responsible for it." "I ?" " Certainly. If you hadn't run off with the Shooting Star, I wouldn't have stolen the Comet. I admire the way you got out of that fix, but it outla w ed the two of us. When a man's pro scribed, it makes little difference what he does in orde r to keep his liberty. So I joined the bucca neers, but it was with the lawful intention of get •ting you."

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The Weeping Philosopher. "You knew the charges against me had been withdrawn?" "Yes." "And that I was staying with the Explainer [General?" "I knew all about you, Lumley. The Vulture has been dodging around the Explainer General's house all evening in order to give me a chance at you. I didn't anticipate having such an easy time." "How did you. get out of the river?" "The submarine brigands came to my rescue." "Submarine brigands?" "That's right. Outlaws of the year two thousand are all banded together. Those who rendezvous in the coral caves of the ocean are in the same brotherhood with those who flit through space. Jupiter!" Kinch rubbed his hands de lightedly. "What a field there is fo; detective work in these days.!" "I don't understand yet how you got out of the river." "No? Well, I don't mind letting my tongue wag now that the race is all over but paying the bets. When I sank in the river, I collided with

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Weepz"ng Philosopher. 1 43 th e submarine hundred-ton clipper Shark. Being a stranger, the Shark took me in; not figuratively, but literally. An arm reached out, pulled me through a hole, and when I came to we were fifty fathoms deep, off Sandy Hook. "I explained my predicament to the sk i pper 0 the Shark, and he swo r e m.e into the brotherhood. A s the ocean did not suit me, we made for an i sland where I was trans erred to the Vulture. "During the short time we have been separ ated, Lumley, I have gained a vast store of knowledge. I must off my hat to the lawbreakers of this progressive era. They're certainly 'way ahead of the 'dips' and strong-arm men .of our own age. pursuits been worked out with a fineness of never dreamed of by the crooks back where we came from. But then the field has broadened im mensely. There's plunder to , be taken every where, on the earth, under it and over it. And wherever there's plunder, there'll be ways de. vised for getting at it." "If you're ever able to air )iOUr experience in the police department of our native times," said ;Lumley bitterly, "I imagine how they be

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144 The Weepug Pltz'!osopher. condoned and the criminal part ignored. But tell me, Mr. Kinch, how ni.uch better are you than a thief? You have borne your full part in the ne farious exploits of these buccaneers, and even though you have not shared their spoil, yet are one of them." Kinch found something amusing in th1.s. Throwing back his head he laughed loudly. "No man can be brought to book for a before it is committed, Lumley,'' said he, as so o. 1 as his mirth allowed him breath enough to con . tinue. When we return to the year nineteen hun . dred, all that I have done in this age will be a dead letter so far as our own laws are concerned. Understand? But really," and the detective' voice took on an earnest tone as he proceeded, "if I was compelled to stay in these times I don't see how I could be anything else but a buccaneer. There's a corner in everything; and no matte r whether you're eating, sleeping, or moving around, there's a trust bobbing up at every tu rn and taking its toll of everything you do. If I belonged in this era... let me tell you that I'd cut my way out of this network of monopoly and be free, no matter what the cost.

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1 he Weepz'ng Philosopher. 145 "The trouble with most of the people who live now,"Kinch went on, warming to his subject, "is that they have lost their nerve. Nine-tenths of them have become muglugs-living puppets who jump every time a trust flashes a thought-wave at them. The only real men are the buccaneers and the other outlaws. They have the courage to rebel against a condition of affairs that is intol erable to any one who has not been monopolized into a mere dummy . Life, liberty, and the pur suit of happiness ought not to be taxed." It was odd to hear Kinch in this way. Lumley was silent for a moment. Then he asked: "Where did you drop off the time coupe? In nineteen hundred and fifty?" . "Autumn of nineteen hundred and fifty. I lost a few hours there looking up a hypnotist; but it was time well spent." "Where are we going now?" "To a rendezvous in the mountains." "What do you intend to do with me, Kinch?" "The captain of the Vulture is a very accom-modating fellow, and to-morrow night we're going to hover over that old house of Doctor Kel-

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The Weeping Philosopher. pie's and hook on to the time coupe with grappling irons. If we're as I think we shall be, we'll take the coupe to a safe place and then you and I will get inside and go back. 'l "To nineteen hundred?" m urmured Lumley; with a sinking heart. "Sure. I couldn't do with you in this day and age." ' . . For several hours Lumley had been thinking that a 1900 fish was sadly out of its element in the waters of, the year 2000. He had fancied going back himself, but not with Kinch. Before any further conversation could be in' dulged in, the look-out at the peak "Port ahead, cap'n !" It was the home port, to which the Vult1:1re retreated in times of stress. This was not one 0 thos e times, but it was the intention of the cap t a in to drop off his passengers and go on another, . cn1i s e in the direction of Chicago. Coming aft, he made known his plans. "You'll be perfectly secure at the rendezvous," he "Old Tibmuj Chi Sixteen is peculiarJJ but reliable."

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The Weejnng Phi"losopher. 147 I "Who is Tibmuj Chi Sixteen?" asked Kinch. "He preenipted the cave .along back in the six ties, when he retired from the world to indulge in unrestrained grief. He's known as weep ing philosopher." "What does he weep about?" "Well, he's an inventor and there's nothing more to invent. Between you and me and the gate-post, though," added the captain, "I think he's doing something he wants to hide from the i world. , Ah, here we are. Just alight and go in ;with your prisoner, Kinch, and say I sent you." The Vulture had circled around the summit of a mountain, and finally alighted on the moun tainside, close to a ragged: pi!!ike opening. Kinch put a pq.ir of 1900 handcuffs on Lumley, and then took his arm and helped him over the side of the ship to the uneven ground. "You won't forget our work to-morrow night, captain?" he called. "No, sir," was the brisk response. "Count on me, !):inch." vV"hile prisoner and captor stood watching, the !Vulture raised herself aloft and winged away to

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The Weeping Philosopher. the westward. Kinch turned at once and led Lumley into the open mouth of the cavern. For some distance they groped their way through the blank darkness, and suddenly came out most unexpectedly under the stars again. A circular space lay before them, lighted from the center by a primitive torch thrust into the earth. At one side stoo? a huge machine re sembled a piece of artillery-a mortar, all but obsolete even as early as 1900. But it was a mortar of Brobdingnagian proportions. Near the mortar was a framework like a der.rick; and under the framework was an object of elliptical shape, as large as a small house. "Here's where the weeping philosopher seeks to divei.t his mind from his troubles, I suppose," remarked the detective, his keen mind at once grasping the situation. "Wha t i s th a t thing under the derrick?" in quired Lumle y . "A projectile for that other thing, which is a cannon. Ah, here comes the philosopher him self." From the distance they heard a wail of grief;

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The Weeping Philosopher. 149 the wail grew in volume until a form, patriarchal in aspect, materialized in the glare of the torch. Without doubt, this was the man they were seek mg. He was clad in what might have been the twenty hundred equivalent for sackcloth. And i nto a large handkerchief he was shedding copiou s tears -an Alexander bemoaning the fact that there • were no more worlds f57r inventive genius to con quer. Kinch advanced upon him, ne ver once releasing his hol(i on Lumley's arm. Hearing their approach, the philosopher halted and looked up, a dull light in his humid eyes. "Are you Tibmuj Chi Sixteen?" inquired Kinch as pleasantly as "It's three hundred mile s to New York," was the irrelevant answer. "Is this the rendezvous of the air pirates ?" persisted Kinch. "I've got the range; yes, str, I've got the range." "We were sent here by the c aptain of the V ul ture." ."The gun is loaded with havocite. Each grain

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150 The Weejn'ng .Philosopher • . will carry the projectile a mile, and there are three hundred grains in the charge." "We are to remain here until the Vulture re turns." ,... "No, sir, I did not invent the havocite, nor the gun, nor the projectile. I have merely combined the three." / "May we make ourselves at home?" "There is nothing to invent these days. Inventors have invented themselves out of busi ness. I am the last of the tribe. Woe is me!" "If you are busy, don't let us disturb you." "Destruction? Yes! As I figure it, the pro jectile, if filled with havocite, would destroy half of New York. It would be a grand reveni?e, and one of these days I am determined to take it." "The man is mad," Kinch whispered to Lum ley. "We must humor him." Presently the philosopher came close to his visitors. "Would like to see the projectile? I am sure it will interest y{ou." ''We don't mind," returned Kinch amiably. Tibmuj Chi Sixteen picked up a ladder from the ground and leaned it against the projectile.

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1 he Weeping Philosopher. "As cend," he said, with a wave of his hand toward the ladder. "Look over the missile thor oughly. I court investigation, I do, indeed." Still anxious to please, Kinch sent Lumley up the ladder ahead of him. In a few moments Lumley was at the upper point of the great pro jectile. "Throw back the cap," instructed the philos oph .er; "it is hinged, and you will find the interior of the shell most instructive." Kinch was somewhat in , doubt regarding further procedure; but while he was hesita . ting, Lumley threw back the cap and vani s hed over the rim of the opening. "Here, Lumley, that won't do!" called Kinch, and went after him. The interior of the shell was quite roomy, and supplied with two chairs and a table. An iron ladder led into it. Kinch made his observatio.ns by striking an ordinary 1900 match. Like all first-class detect ives, he carried his matches in a water-proof case, con s equently his bath in the river had not in ju r ed the m . . ..,

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\-The Weeping P/zz'fosopher. '-"Experience tells me that this i s no pl ac e for us to tarry," remarked Kinch, the match flickered out between his fingers. "Come, Lumley. Up we go." As the detective started to remount the ladder, the circular patch of starry sky above was abruptly shut off, the cap having dropped with a clatter and the suggestive "snap" of a closing lock. "Trapped," cried Kinch, recoiling from the foot of the ladder; "trapped, by Heaven!" "Listen!" gasped Lumley . "I really think that weeping philosopher is-yes, he is-he's laugh ing!" They leaned against the inner wall of the pro jectile and strained their ears. What Lumley had said was true; the philosopher was indulging in a prolonged fit of merriment. Suddenly the sounds of mirth ceased, and they heard the philosopher's voice-very faint, for a wall of steel intervened between the listeners and the voice. "Pardon me, gentlemen, but that's the firs t time I have laughed since the early sixties. I a m

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Weeping Phlosopher. 153 not an inventor, but a combiner, and this is the age of combinations. Tell them, when you reach New York, that this is the last shot in my locker. Have no fear. Arrangements have been made for your reception . at the other end . of the line. Now for the combination!" ,

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/ CHAPTER XII. THE CANNON-BALL SPECIAL. "Foiled!" muttered. the detective through his !teeth. "Fooled, I should call it," returned Lumley. "It all amounts to the same thing; but we were worse than fools: we were idiots." Impelled by a sudden thought, Kinch pushed up the iron ladder through the dark and tried to open the cap. It would not yield, but he had not expected it would, and so he was not disap pointed. With his clenched fist he struck the interior of the conical lid again and again. Although he accompanied the blows with fierce demands on the philosopher to open the no atten tion was vouchsafed him. . ' In a few moments he descended the ladder and scratched another match. The faint gleam showed them a quarter-pound can of condensed sunshine on the table, and Kinch dropped the match and unscrewed the cover. /

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T he Cannon-ball Specz'al. ll55 Light rushed out and filled the steel room. Dropping into a chair, the detective remarked "Well, Lumley, all we can do is to take things easy and let that ma cl.man work his will." "Do you think he intends to fire us from the gun?" "I haven't a doubt of_it. _We shall have rapid transit on a new plan." He smiled grimly as he spoke. "Then you might at least take these off my wrists;' said Lumley, stretching out his manacled hands. "The last few minutes of 1ife I shouldi like to pass as comfortably as possible." "The request is reasonable .," said Kinch, after a moment's thought. Taking a small key from his pocket, he un locked the handcuffs and they fell clanging to the floor. The projectile was filled in solid with steel at its lower point, which gave them a level surface on which to stand . . "Hear that!" exclaimed Kinch as Lumley took: the chair opposite. A rattle of chains reached their ears from MTithout.

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Ca 1mon-ball Special. "They're grappling u s ," ventured -Lmnley. "Tibmuj couldn't do this _ alone. He must have helpers." "It's immaterial whether he has helpers or not," answered Kinch gloomily; "it's the end that concerns me, and not particularly the means. ,You're responsible for this, Lumley." "How so?" "If, you had realized when you were back there in nineteen hundred, and given your .self up like any beaten man ought to do, this wouldn't have happened-it couldn't have hap pened." Kinch's fatal reasoning was getting in its work, even in that hour. Lumley opened his mouth to reply, but at that precise instant the projectile began to quiver and rise in the air. "Now you understand what the derrick is for," said the detective; "it lifts the shell into the open mouth of the gun." _The framework creaked under its heavy load. In a little while the projectile came to a stand still and then was slowly lowered. Down they went, down, down, halting finally iWith a slight jar.

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T he Cannon-ball Special. r57 "We are now on the three hundred grains of havocite," re s umed Kinch, faking melancholy sati s faction in detailing the successive steps that made up the philosopher's combination. Soon there was more rattle of the chains, and a -thump, thump, thump overhead. "\rV ?,dding us in , " Kinch, "so the shell will get the full force of the ha vocite. Now for shock. I strongly suspect, Lumley, that th a t shock will prove the finish of us. Do you play Seven Up?" -"No." "If you did, and we had the cards, we might ease up the tension with a game." As Kinch ceased speaking a slight shock was Lumley endeavored to rise from his chair, but could not-a thousand-pound weight seemed holding him to the steel floor. The projectile had an inclination of thirty-three and one-third degrees, and a mighty roar filled the ears of the two inside. "We're off! " cried , the detective. " Jupiter, but that was an easy start! I wonder how the old idiot managed it?" "The projectile is describing a parabola l"

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158 The . Cannon-ball Special Lumley shouted back. "We're on the upward curve. Look out when she turns! It's beginning now, I-look out! Hold yourself!" \/Vhile Lumley was speaking, the shell took the downward curve of. the arc, changing ends so rapidly that Kinch was hurled into the , cap. The ta.ble fell bottom up on the detective, the chairs fell on the table, and Lumley on the chairs . . "Kinch," screamed Lumley, "are you alive?" The only answer was the deafening rush of air past the elliptical outer surface of the huge missile. Even at that moment a hope, a selfish hope, beat high in Lumley's breast. Perhaps Kinch was dead. If he was, and if Lumley should survive that wonderful flight--Even as Lumley's . brain was busy with the thought, they struck something. There was a ripping crash, a sudden cessation of speed; a re bound in an opposite direction, then another changing of ends, a stronger shock-and the shell and its passengers had arrived. Arrived! Where? The table was again right side up on the steel !floor, with the chairs on either side. Lumley sa

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Tke Cannon-ball Spedal. in one 0f the chairs, but how he got there he did not know. On top of the table lay Kinch, still and silent, and beside him lay the handcuffs. TheproximitYi of the detective to the manacles was a silent bun none the less powerful invitation for Lumley to do something. He. accepted the invitation, and in a second had the cuffs on M;r. Kinch's wrists. Barely was this accomplished when the cap was thrown back. The can of light had been crushed, but was st!ll effective, and in the glare Lumley saw a head against the ring of outer darkness. "Hello!" calied Lumley. "Hello, yourself l" returned the man who was looking in. "Do you know you have wrecked one of the tanks belonging to the compressed-air plant?n ../ "How did it happen?" asked Lumley. . "Your iron car dropped into it. If it hadn't been for that compressed air you'd have been smashed into a cocked hat." "Where is the projectile now? In the airtank ?" "No, it turned end for end, and is.

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16o The Cannon-ball Specia l. now sticking up in the grounds outside the com pany's office." Kinch bestirred himself at that moment and opened his eyes. "Where are we?" he inquired in a bewildered tone. "New York," replied the man aloft. "Who are you?" "A police officer. " "Then c om e down here and take this man," said Lumle y . "He's the Unknown, in disguise; a proscribed man, officer, and there's a big reward out for him." "I know all about the Unknown," said the officer, "but w ho are you?" "Everson Lumley." An exclamation escaped the officer . "Every b oat in the air squadron has been de tailed t
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• The Cannon-ball Specal. 161 sistant muglug of the first class, and his destina ti on was the prison-house. The muglug sat beside the prisoner and held him firmly with one of its steel arms. The officer had perched along side Lumley, and was soon unmasking a battery of questions. "\Vere you really captured by pirates?". "Yes," answered Lumley. "The Explainer Ge neral's daughter and were flying toward the house of Tibilus Ny Forty-eight when ou r air-ship was halted by a buccaneer. This man," and Lumley indicated Kinch, "was aboard . the pirate craft." "There you go, Lumley,'' flashed Kinch. " I suppose they'll shoot holes in me with an electric gun for that. But don't you care. Get even , by all means." "If the prisoner says another word,'' said the officer to the muglug, "take him by the throat." Kinch s . ubsided. "What happened to you while you were in the hands of the pirates?" continued the officer. "We landed at a rendezvous of the outlaws, in the mountains,'' replied Lumley, "and were met by a very peculiar person called Tibmuj Chi Six-

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• The Cannon-ball Special. teen. He lured us into a projectile, loaded the projectile into a gun and shot us back to New York. He must have been crazy: He asked us to tell you, when we arrived, that it was the last shot in his locker." "The old imbecile !" muttered the officer. "Criminal carelessness of that sort ought to be properly discouraged. Tibmuj Chi Sixteen might have strung a whole fleet of air-ships on that projectile, say no!hing of what might have hap pened to you if you had not hit that compressedair tank. Miss Tibijul is very much alarmed . j about you, Lumley. I presume I had better set yoy down on the Explain.er General's roof--" "Not there!" impfored Lumley. "Take me to the house of_ Tibilus Ny Forty-eight. I have an appointment with him and am late in keeping it." The officer smiled grimly, and nodded. For several minutes Kinch had been on tlie . . point of saying something. He now started to speak, but at the first word two steel hands clanked to his throat. "Don't be rough with him," . begged Lumley. "If all we hear about him is true," observed

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Th e Cannon-ball Special. the officer, with a gesture toward the muglug, "he cer tainly has been rough enough with you." "What do they do with buccaneers when they cat ch them?" queried Lumley. "They die sudden1y," was the brief response. Lumley shivered. He was glad to be rid of Kinch, but wQ!lld much rather have had the detective!..'; fate reach him in s . orile other way.

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CHAPTER XIII. TWO STARTLING TRANSMITS. Dawn was breaking when Lumley left the service-flier on the roof of the house of Tibilus. He touched a button at the roof door, and heard his summons echo through the house. Through a thought-transmitter beside the push-button came a voice demanding to know the caller's name and business. Lumley gave the information, the door flew open, and a transmit bade him enter. A mtiglug met him just across the threshold and conducted him down-stairs to a room where Tibilus was waiting. Tibilus, Lumley discerned at a glance, was different from all the peo ple of the period . whom he had so far encoun tered. He wa s a large man, with a massive head, square jaws, and deeply sunk but brilliant eyes. He looked what he undoubtedly was-a giant in an age of pygmies. In order that he might not keep his calleli

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Two Startlz'ng Transmits. 165 waiting, Tibilus had slipped into a loose robe and a pair of slip _ pers. Advancing upon Lumley, he gave him a hearty grip of . the hand and led him to a seat. "It affords me great pleasure, sir," said he, "to ' greet a real man from a practical and glorio?s period of human affairs. But tell me, what sort . of a how-d'ye-do was that you had last night? Transmits were buzzing all over town, as well as to the four quarters of the earth. 'Lumley gone!' 'The great Lumley carried off by air bandits I' Zounds, you never heard of such a time! Before you do a thing, Lumley, tell me all about-it;" In the presence of this intellectually great Lumley was inspired with a degree of confidence in himself which he had not felt since that un fortunate bank robbery. He told of the night's events in detail, and Tibilus . listened profound attention. "In any other age, Lumley," observed Tibilus, , wherr the recital _ was finished, "such a storYi would brand . you as a second Munchausen. But this is the era of subconsciousness, muglugs, air ships, and so on, so anything is possible. There is no such word in the language of the present!

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r66 Two Startling Transmits . day as 'improbable.' Mind you, I don't say that tliis is a good thing. Subconsciousness, in the hands of a privileged few, has been the curse of the time--" ... Lumley sprang to his feet. "The curse of the time?" he cried: "There, now, don't get excited," smiled Tibilus reassuringly. "I speak advisedly when I say the . principles you inculcated proved the curse of the age. But that wasn't your fault. In proper hands your great discoverr would have proved a blessing instead of a curse." Tibilus leane d forward and added in a whisper : "And it is not too late yet! All we need is a to show us the promised land." Lumley sat dowri again, leaning back in the recesses of the easy chair. The subject that claimed the attention of Tibilus was interesting, but Lumley was eager to speak of the watch. Tibi1us; however, was wound up on his pe t hobby-the failure of the year 2000 to make th e best use of its opportunities. "Every man, Lumley,'1 said he, "is furnishe d by the . Creator with two hands as well as a brain. Those hands were given for a purpose, and it is

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Two Startling-Transmits. my humble opmion that that purpose SJ)ells work. are the hands of this generation, Lumley. A man of strolig mentality goes into a closet, and the .subconscious rays of his alert mind penetrate the length and breadth of the metropo lis and keep the muglugs at their various tasks. ,That one brain, Lumley, s.aves labor for countless thousands of human beings, but the saving of fabor results in a demoralizing expenditure of idleness." Lumley, in spite of his eagerness to learn more concerning the watch, felt drowsiness stealing over him. The remarks of Tibilus were vital and profound, no doubt, but Lumley had been through a series of fatiguing experiences and felt the need of rest. Courtesy to his host forced him to rouse up and show some interest : "E-very man ought to do a certain of :work,'' commented Lumley, stifling a yawn. "Now we are on common ground !" cried Tibi fos, springing up and walking back and forth. '"Without a certain amount of labor, Lumley, there can be no real happiness; and I aver tha1i the muglug, as a labor-saver, is the greatest suc cess, as well as the greatest misfortune, everi

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168 Two Startling Transmz'ts. flung in the face of a civilized people. Does that sound like a paradox? Listen: Any , machine that lightens a laborer's toil is a blessing, but any machine that eliminates the laborer is a curse. "Take your own times, for instance. Your in dustries called for men, their ' cry went up for blood and brawn, for the human being who could think and use his own hands. In these days, we need only one man to do the thinking, and his subconscious rays set in motion every godless steel puppet in this city of Splendid Idleness . Let me advert, for the moment, to the various causes that--" Lumley followed Tibilus that far,. catching himself up occasionally and making heroic ef forts to keep awake; but when Tibilus began t o plunge into the various causes of some resul t which was not exactly clear to his guest, ove r4 wrought nature claimed her own-and Lumle y !fell asleep. He did not awake for several hours. When he again opened his he found hi m self in a gorgeous chamber replete with luxuri ous : furnishings. The bed on which he lay did not differ greatly from the

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Transmits. 169 known, except that it was infinitely softer to body and limbs. It was a gilt four-poster, and had a mass ive canopy of purple silk. In the footboard w a s a silver button, and over the button were the words: "Press Button When Ready to Get Up." It required a few moments for Lumley's brain to pick up the chain of events. This he did men tally, link by link, and when he reached the end he pressed one foot aga, inst the button. Instantly a carved door shot down and up again, admitting a dapper little muglug with gloved hands and rubber-shod feet. Gliding straight to the bed, it plucked Lumley bodily from his downy retreat, bore him to a lavatory, and soused him in a perfumed bath. The drying was not by towels, but by a draft qf hot air. Lumley was then hustled into a warm robe, seated comfortably, and shaved with an electric machine that did the work thoroughly in less than two seconds. Next, his hair was dressed, and im mediately after that the muglug endeavored to put him into a Qair of bloomers, but Lumley re belled anq called for help.

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TwO' Starthng Transnzts . "What's up?" asked the voice of Tibilus through the thought machine. "I want my own _ , .clothes," answered Lumley . Tibilus , laughed till he almost cracked the transmitter. "Give him his own suit, mug," he sa:id finally. In a few minutes Lumley was decked out i n his 1900 clothes. They were worn and shiny, a button was gone here and there, and the jacket bore traces of the struggle with Kinch in the time coupe; but they were a hundred _!imes better than bloomers. Lun'lley found Tibilus in the news-room, listening to the latest domestic transmits. "Greetings, friend Lumley," said Tibilus . "Did you enjoy your rest?" 'Very much, thank you," replied Lumley. "It was rude for. me to ' go to sleep while you were talking--" "Don't concern yourself about that," interrupted the other. "It was rude for me to talk tf;o you when you were worn out with your night's ndventures." . "What's the time, Mr. Tibilus ?" ""

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Two Startling Transmz'ts. "Four p. m. Would you like to absorb your supper now or wait until the regular hour?" "I believe I'd rather wait," answered Lumley. "How do you like being dressed by ma chinery?" "It's rather novel." "This is the age of novel appliances-the mac _ hine-made age, Lumley. , From morning until night it is hardly necessary to turn over a hand. Muglugs take us out of bed, bathe, shave, and dress us; they prepare the breakfast vapors, take us out for a fly, bring us back, regulate the in door temperature, turn on the novel or the news transmits, and so on and so on . . The ener getic things these times are the muglugs-'tis true, 'tis pity, and pity 'tis, 'tis true!" Tibilus bowed his head with a melancholy ges ture. After a brief silence Lumley asked : "You speak of two sorts of novel and news. Will you kindly explain what you mean?'' "I shall be usurping the office of my friend Ti buros, but he has his hands full with the deta. ils of the thought contest which takes place in the

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Two Startling Transmits. iPeristylum this evening, so, perhaps, I may venture to give you a few facts." "Thought contest?" echoed Lumley. "We'll get to that after a while. By the way, though, before we begin, I want to say that your return in a steel car, bringing the Unknown a captive, has made you quite a hero. The News 1Bureau made a thrilling story out of it and sent the transmit everywhere. Miss Tibijul has been here three times to congratulate you, and she wanted me to be sure and let her know the moment you were awake. Perhaps I had' better do that now." Tibilus started toward the thought transmitter, but Lumley sprang up and got in front of him. "No, no," said Lumley. "I don't want to see Miss Tibijul." For an instant there was a surprised look on the face of Tibilus; then it faded into a broad smile. "She has set her cap at you, eh? Well, I don't know as I should blame you for not caring to receive her attentions. Rest easy, Lumley; I'll not inform her about you." ,; .

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' k Transm#s. 173 Lumley sat. down again; immensely relieve d . Tibilus had jumped at the right c;onclusion con cerning himself and Miss Tibijul and thus saved :further explanations. "One more thing before we get to the subject of transmits," said Tibilus, reclining on a couch oppo s ite Lumley. are anxious to learn about that watch and the Osborne papers--" . "Yes, Mr. Tibilus , " broke in Lumley , quivering with excitement. " Those papers mean much to me, and if you will let me read them I shall be greatly obliged." "It i s my intention to let you do so. Unfor tunately, the papers are in Chicago, v here my great-grandfather made his home. I sen t a transmit to a cousin of mine, in that city, asking him to forward the chest contammg the papers by fast express flier. The chest left Chi cago last night and should have been here t . his mornmg. Something has caused a delay, I sup pose , but I am expecting the papers at any mo ment now. Pending their arrival we will dismiss the subject , if you are agreeable." Lumle y w a s disappointed. A few minutes on

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174 Two Startling Transmz'ts a few hours could make little difference to him, however, and he SD expressed himself. "Now for the subject of thought transmis sion," proceeded Tibilus. "In nineteen hundred, Lumley, news, novels, scientific works, and other things had to go through a c o mplex process before they could be placed bejore the public. In our day, events in every part -of the globe are transmitted to news bureaus, where phonographic records are made of them. "When we want the news, we transmit a re quest to the city bureau, stipulate the kindwhether domestic or foreign-and the events are talked off to us. The ear does for us what the eye used to do for you. . "But suppose tha t instead of the news, we wish to listen to a novel. We transmit a request to the Novel Bureau; they ask what kinq of a novel we want, and it is turned on. "Just now historical novels dealing with nine teen hundred are quite the go, and there is a big demand for works by writers of your era who look forward or backward, a s the case may be, and depict life in this age. They are very hu morous, very; being of the uncon scio us, kind, the

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Two Startlz'ng Transmits. 17 5 _humor is all the more fascinating. Shall I have something turned on for you, Lumley? A romance, say, or shall it be something heavier and ,,.. scientific?" "If it is all the same to you, Mr. Tibilus,'' re plied . Lumley, "I should prefer to hear the news." "Domestic?" "Yes; something about New York." "Very good." Tibilus got up and passed over to the newstransmitter. He struck the knob twice, and a voice called back to him: "vVhat will you have?" "Municipal. Anything about Everson Lum ley. " Before he could get back to his seat city bulletins began to arrive. Damages to the plant of the Compressed Air Trust, caused by the wrecking of Tank Five ,,by the steel car which brought Everson Lumley and his captive, -the UnknO\vn, foot up ten thousand dollars.. As Lumley is the city 's guest, the city has di.scharged the debt. "See what it is to be great!" exclaimed Tibilus, ;with a smile in Lum1ey's direction.

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Two _ Startfl1zg Speculation is rife concerning the steel car in which Lumley reached New York night. The car has b een identified as a projectile invented in nineteen hundred and ninety-seven, by one Tiblib Ny Twenty-two, who claimed to have solved the rapid transit problem. The only trouble with Tiblib was that he failed to invent a cannon that would hurl the projectile, and no one could be found who was willing to enter the shell and be shot from .an old time gun. Tiblib himself had not the courage to demonstrate the utility of his invention, and nothing came of it. "Nothing will ever come _of it," remarked Tibi lus. "Flying machines and pneumatic tubes are safer, if not quite so swift." The escape of the Unknown still continues to a gitate Law and Order circles. How the prisoner got away is a baffling mystery. When the service flier reached the pris on, the officer and the muglug who had charge of him were found manacled together a pair of old-fash ioned handcuffs. The muglug was out of order, could not be made to move, and hung a dead weight on the officer's right wrist. The officer was dazed and could give no explanation. There were no other passengers in the car, and all that is positively knovvn is that the Unknown has escaped. Extraordinary efforts are being made to recapture him. "Can it be possible?" muttered Lumley, dropping back in J:iis chair. "Kinch at large! Why, I won't be safe a minute." Before Tibilus could reply, another bulletin

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Two Startling Transmits. claimed his intense interest. . Looking at Lumley, he raised one hand to enjoin silence. Last night the express flier from Chicago was held up and robbed jus t over Buffalo. She was air-ship Number Eight of the New York and Chicago Air Line, and always carries a valuable cargo. The thieves got everything. The captain of the Numbet Eight declares the pirate craft wa,s the Vulture, which, during the same night, stopped the Explainer General's ship Aurora and took off Everson Lumley. It is to be hoped that something will soon be done to cut short the career of this notori ous freebooter. A full realization of the extent of the cala}Ility set .forth in this bulletin did not break over Lum ley until he caught the stunned expression of face. "Was that chest on the flier that was held up?" asked Lumley, in a tremulous voice. "It must have been," replied Tibilus.

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CHAPTER XIV. CONCERNING MUGLUGS. For years Lumley had been "breasting the blows of circumstance," but they had hardened him to adverse fortune. The two raps which he had now received, per transmitter' left him pale and apprehensive. "Oh, I wouldn't take it so hard as that," said Tibilus consolingly. "You don't know what the recovery of thos e papers may mean to me," explained Lumley . . "I was driven from my own times-hounded out oI nineteen hundred-by this Unknown, who is none other than a detective. , "His real name is Jasper Kinch, and his es cape, and the loss of that chest, are doubly unfortunate. The ground is cut out from under m e in both directions. With the papers in my pos ' session, it is that I could prove my innocence to Kinch when he takes tak e me he will, as sure as fate. Do you remember, what those papers contained, Mr. 'J;'ibilus ?"

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Concerning Mug-lugs. 179 "They contained enough to convince me that my great-grandfather was a great rascal. lt me to say it, but truth is mighty and 1 ought to P.revail. The paper was a confession of some sort, but I have forgotten about everything e xcept the watch. I had given the watch to my friend Tiburos, and th' thought that the watch wasn't rightfully mine lo give made a disagree able impression upon me." "And you can't remember anything else, not a single thing aside from the watch?" "No, I'm sorry to say that I can't.." 1 "Then I'm undone!" exclaimed •Lumley m great dejection. "Wait till we have a report from our criminal catchers, Lumley," suggested Tibilus. "That chest of papers is "of no earthly value to the out laws, and it won't be tampered with. Keep up your cour(;l.ge and hope for the best." . "That's the only thing I can do," said Lumley. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the perspiration from his face, and a packet of papers came out with it and fell to the floor. "My word!" he . exclaimed, staring at the

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180 Concerni'ng Muglug-$. packet. "Doctor Kelpie's questions! I had for gotten all about them." Lumley picke.d p the packet, drew out one o:i the papers, and looked at it. "Who was Doctor Kelpie ?" inquired Tibilus. explained. "Ah, ha!" said Tibilus. "I like a man of an inquiring mind, such as this doctor of yours seems to have been. What is his first Lumley?" Lumley's face whitened as he stared at the paper. Instinctively his thoughts flew to Miss Tibijul , impelled by th. e written words under his eyes. Composing himself with an effort, he ob served: " Doctor Kelpie's first question is-ah-rather surpnsmg. He asks about courtship and mar riage, and wants to know how, if at all, Progress has affected 'master passion.' " Tibilus smiled. "The master passion, and the various frenzies and emotions connected therewith," said he, "hav e been throw n entirely into the keeping o the gentler sex. So far as the men of our peri -are concerned. sentiment is . a played-out propos

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Concerni'ng MugLugs. r8r tion. People, nowadays, are divided into two classes, the Grinders and the Ground. The Grinders are too busy taking their pound of flesh from the Ground to give any time to sentiment, and the other fellows haven't any leisure for such luxuries. When a lady becomes enamored o f a man, she proceeds forthwith to woo him and to 'pop the question' just as though it was the other way 'round." "A very unladylike proceeding, it seems to me," averred the horrified Lumley. "Oh, well," replied Tibilus, "I suppose it takes time to get accustomed to it. Equal rights, how ever, carry all prerogatives along with them. There is no law against the man taking the initia .tive, in these courtship and marriage aff a irs, only , as I say, he has become less sentimental than he used to be in the year nineteen hundred . " "Is domestic life happy, as a rule? " "Well, yes, generally speaking. Muglugs h av e solved the servant question, and that makes for peace in the household . " Tibilus would probably have continued t o c ourse upon this subject , but Lumley had he ard quite enough and went on to the next questi o n .

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Concerning Muglugs. " 'Capital and Labor,'" " said he, reading alou d from the paper; "are they friends or enemies i n the year two thousanp ?'." "There," cried Tibilus, "he's hitting upon th e mug lugs." "In what way?" "When the muglug came in the working ma n went out." "Went our?" "Folded his tents and stole away to the plains of the Middle West. This is a subject very nea r to me; Lumley . I was a working man myself; i n fact, I led the last great strike in the industrial world. "Laborers objected to the introduction of mug lugs in the factories, for whenever a steel ma n was brought in he worked night and day and sup planted two pairs of human hands . We lost tha t strike, and from the factories and shops in . all the cities came the men and women who had lost the right" to earff a livelihood in competition with the metal monstrosity called a muglug. It had been a bitter fight, and the only thing left for those trained mechanics to do was to get close to th soil and dig up the living elsewhere denied them.

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C oncerning Muglugs. "They became farmers?" "Yes, self-defense. They are now scattered over the agricultural districts of Texas, Okla h oma, Kansas, Nebraska, " Iowa. , the Dakotas, .waiting hopefully for the time to come when they; shail be called back." Tibilus leaned toward Lumley with flashing !eyes as he added : / "Nor is,.,that time far distant, f-.umley. A cloud Ii already above the horizon, no larger a: man's hand, it is true, but it will grow, it will [grbw !" "Are the muglugs good workmen?" queried Lumley. "Perfect, if the Head Center is what he o _ught ito be. The muglug is an animated machine, tire1iess, sleepless, silent. It neither drinks liquor nor consumes tobacco; nor does it eat. When not wanted it is laid away in a box, well oiled to pre1 vent rust. "When called for it leaps to duty at the tap of a gong, and on Saturday night does not halt at the cashier's window for a pay A muglug of the first class, if bought outright,

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Concerning Mug!ugs . costs five hundred dollars, and is guaranteed to last ten years af hard labor. Can you conceive of a finer thing for the plutocrats?" There was a jeer in Tibilus' voice, and Lum ley was astonished to note that his face was aflame with passion. "That is wonderful it seems to me," s aid Lumley . "Yes, wonderful, but devilish. Lumley, 1t is the man who la:;ts, and the work of this republi is th e making of the man, not money. I _ quote th w o rd _ s from a publication of your own time. Th muglug is good enough, but let it keep its plac When it interferes with the right of human be in gs to live and let live, this thing of steel i s b yond the jurisdiction of God and man. As say, however, it is on the cards that the monste shall turn on Frankenstein. Let the plutocra beware of the day!" "What animates the muglug and makes it su servient to the will of man?" "Ah, and you can ask that! You are the a thor of the animating principle, Lumley. Yo book on the subconscious possibilities of the made this marvelous and damnable thing a fac

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Concernz"ng Muglugs. "No, no," cried Lumley, throwing his arm -across his face; "don't say that, Tibilus." "It is the truth, Lumley. You cast your pearls . before swine, .and the swine, it seems, have made the most of them. In the hands of later generations your beneficent discoveries have been made to do the devil's work. The curse is a phantom to be laid, and I-I, Lumley-am the one to . ex ercise it." "How?" whispered Lumley. "How will you do this, Tibilus ?" "I shall have to explain, so that you may un derstand . '.fhe principles laid down in chapter seven of your monumental work are brought to bear . In order that the muglugs may do their work properly, there must be a strong and aggressive mind known as the Head Center, so-'' "I see!" cried Lumley, slapping his hands together ecstatically. "The Head Center furnishes the divergent, subconscious rays, and each ray animates a corresponding mug lug!" "Exactly I I knew you would only need a hint to understand how your theories had been prac tically demonstrated."

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186 Concernng Muglugs. "As I have shown in my work, a strong, healthy mind will furnish more than a million of these. rays, and they reach out into space and animate whatsoever the mind desires." "You have it." "The wear and tear' on the Head Center be terrific," mtlrrnured Lumley, his eyes fixed on vaca,ncy, while his mind explored the innermost depths of his theory. "I shouldn't think he could last more than a year." "About six months is the average life of a Head Center." "When the Head Center begins to fail," pursued Lumley, "when he finds 1t impossible to hold a moral rein on the subconscious rays, then these muglugs might be guilty of any excess." " ow you've got your finger on the right but ton," said Tibilus. "The present Head Center is wearing out. The muglugs are getting away from him. Yesterday a house automaton knocked its master to the floor, trod out his life with its steel shoes, and then jumped from the house-top and dashed itself in pieces. "And this was only one of a hundred cases more or less senous. Signs of disorganization

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ConcerningMuglugs. are apparent everywhere, and the present Head Center was forced last night to call on the .Ex plainer General and resign. The resignation takes effect to-morrow." "Who fills the position then?" "That is the point. The mayor says that there are but two individuals in this city capable of discharging this iimensely important office. One of those is .Tibjur Ny One Hundred and Seventyeight; the other is-pardon-the seeming conceit myself." "Which of you will obtain the office?" "That is to be decided by the thought contest in the Peristylum this evening. The man with ithe strongest mind gets the job." "How will that point be decided?" "In a very simple but effective way. Two trial muglugs. of gigantic size will meet on the plat/ form in a battle to the finish. These great puppets measure ten feet over all , are built on exactly similar lines, weigh the same to an ounce, _ and are as near alike in every way as they can be made. One is plated with silver and the other with gold. The silver man is mine; the gold puppet belongs to my antagonist.

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188 Concerni''ng Maglugs. ''These two, inert and nothing more than s() much dead matter, lie prone pon the platform, s i de by side. At the hour of eight, . my antagonis t and I enter our boxes beneath the platform. Five minutes later, at the tap of the bell, we release our subcon s cious rays and project them into our corresponding muglugs. They rise and do bat tle. I the gold puppet wins, my antagonist has the office; if the silver wins, it to me." "I must see that fight," cried Lumley; "I must see it." " Y ou shail, Lumley. As the guest of the city you will have the place of state, at the right hand of the mayor. I tell y ou confidently that the vic tory will be mine. And when I am once installe d as Head Center--" Tibilus p a used, hi s hands clenching spasmodic ally, his face pale, hi s eyes two sparks of fire, an d his breath coming in short, labored gasps . "What then?" a s ked the excited Lumley. "I can tell yo u , for you should be even mor e eager than m ys elf to h a ve this malevolent orde r of things transposed . When I am installed a s Head Center, Lumley , look out for a revolt 0 the rnuglugs ! I shall put them all out of b usi-

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the factories where they are made, and I shall mark my course by such a trail of blood that the plutocrats will never dare fabricate the devilish things again. "Then," cried the enthused Tibilus, leaping er ect and pacing the room-"then the Middle W est shall yield up its artisans, its mechanics, its craftsmen! The times shall and life will o nce more be worth the living!" Lumley was swept off his feet by the daring o f this great man. Was he a zealot, a hare b rained dreamer, a madman toying with edged tools, or a benefactor of his race? Time alone would tell. Struggling to his feet, Lumley stretched out his hand. Tibilus took the hand, and Lumley muttered huskily: "Success attend you!" Before Tibilus could reply, a bell pealed out, announcing a visitor. Almost simultaneously with the sound, the house muglug appeared with a card which it handed to its master. Tibilus read the card. "Lumley," said he, "Miss Tibijul ts on the iroof."

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CHAPTER XV. A BATTLE ROYAL. There are supreme moments in life when two mighty thinkers like and Tibilus meet, converse, and make history. Such a moment was at hand when the gongrang and the. card was handed in. Lw11ley's ardor was gone in a flash . Clinging to the back of the chair from which he had risen , he looked about him wildly, seeking some avenu e of escape. ' "Face the music, Lumley," smiled Tibilus. " I know a lot of peop.le who'd gladly with you . " . "You don't know. what you ask, Tibilus," re turned Lumley, in a hoarse. whisper. "Did you ever have-a woman like that-try to make lov e -to . you'?" . "No, Lumley. No lady has ever sued for m y hand. You ought to feel highly flattered." "Flattered! I wish--" The gong at the roof door• sound e d again an d

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I A Battle Royal. a gam. Another moment and the transmitter buzzed impatiently. "I'll have to tell her something," said Tibilus. "Tell her I'm still asleep-tell her I'm dead!" "Oh, no; that wouldn't do." "Then ten her I'm not here." "But you are." "I won't be if you give me half a minute. Where's my hat? Tell the mug lug . to get my h at. Hurry, Tibilus !" "Where are yotl' going?" "If you don't know you can't tell." "But the Peristy1um--" ''I'll be there at eight." The muglug got the hat. By that time the ,transmitter was buzzing continuously. "The street-door!" cried Lumley. He was hurried away and quickly found him: self in the street, his hat on his head and an iron umbrella in his hand. Once on the pavement, he drew in a deep breath alJ..d began to run. He hadn't any idea where he was going. All he wanted was to get away from Miss Tibijul. In his wfld haste he collided with four muglugs and two citizens. The last citizen wanted to

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A Battle J<.oyal. fight, and probably would have done so if he hadn't recognized Lumley. "Great Scott! If it i sn't Lumley f don't wan t a cent. H o ld up, there; what's the harry? Can't you s pe a k to your friend s ? " It w as Jim Mortime r . . Ile had caught Lumley by the arm and was h o ldin g him with a tight gnp. "Mort," panted Lumley, ca sting an apprehensive look over hi s s houlder , "are you familia r ;with the nomenclature in vogue these days?" "Sure thing," replied Mortimer. "What numerals do 'j' and 'l' stand for?" " 'J' is ' six,' and 'l' is 'five.' " "Nineteen sixty five! She's thirty-five if she' s a day , and old enough to know better." "V\That's the matter?" Lumley came to himself with a start. He wasn't a natural dissembler, but he did very well just then. " Oh, nothing much, Mortimer. I was just working out a little problem, that's a.U. Where. have yo u been?'' "On a hunt for local color. It's a-govd thing even in a Utopian novel like mine."

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193 "Are you going to the Peristylum to see the thought contest?" "Well, rather. You've been having a high old time since you broke away from us fellows at the wak_e, haven't you? You've got a whole lot to tell us and might just as well go along with me and tell it now." "Do you think we'll get to the colony house in time for supper?" asked Lumley L with ill-re pressed eagerness. "You bet we will ! What have you been living on, Lumley, since we separated?" "Vapqrs." "Deviled zephyrs and wind truffles, eh?" laughed Mortimer. "They don't set well on a nineteen hundred stomach. A vaporized dish -of pork and beans may go as far as the real thing, but it isn't so satisfying. It was this invisible grub, togetlier with the melted and deodorized tobacco, that made us colony fellows kick over the traces. Imagine sitting in a draft of nicotine and persuading yourself you were having a smoke! Not any in mine, thanks. Come away, Lumley, and we'll descend on the fleshpots of era nme teen hundred."

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• 194 A Battle Royal. They were not far from the colony house, and when they opened the door a cheerful odor of frying ham and boiling . coffee greeted their nos trils. "That's something like," averred Lumley, rubbing his hands; "it's got a substantial smell, Mortimer, and that's half there is to this eating proposition." :'Sure." There were only three in the dining-room to welcome Mortimer and Lumley. These were ]ode McWilliams, Ripley, and Lindley. At sight of Lumley the three colonis.ts leaped to their feet. "All hail to our scientific brother," shouted Rip, flourishing a carving-knife in one hand and a steel-tined fork in the other. "Greetings, great and good friend !" "Greetings," mumbled Jode McWilliams, his mouth half-full. "Gentlemen," cried Lindley, raising a stein, "I give you Everson Lumley, author of 'The Possi bilities of the Subconscious Ego,' the hero of the ,hour!" "Down with it!" returned the other two, and

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.A Battle Royal. Mortimer hastily filled a stein for himself and Lumley. The toast was drunk standing. Then they :filled again and Lumley had the . honor to propose the colonists of 1900. After that they all seated themselves and the house muglug was ordered to bring on plates and a generous supper for two. "Honest, now, Lumley," said Ripley, in a stage whisper, "what's a subconscious ego, anyhow?" "Why," answered Lumley, "there's a conscious ego and a subconscious ego." "In other words," returned. Lindley, "one ego knows it's there, and the other isn't quite sure." "You've got it wrong," growled Mort; "one ego is on the surface, and the other is down somewhere in the Tertiary Period-eh, Lum lley ?" "You're both mistaken," retorted Lllm.ley, :"and, in a measure, you're both right-judging by nineteen hundred standards. The conscious mind is limited in its action to the five senses, while the subconscious mind is all-powerful, and can project itself in a million divergent rays, each one of irresistible force and mirroring the intel-

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196 A Battle Royal. ligence of the brain that gives it being. Now the-" "Pass the beans to Lumley," implored Jade McWilliams, "and then get him to talking about what happened to him. Maybe we could use some of that in the stuff we're grinding out." "To-night, at the Peristylum," continued Lum ley, "you will all see exemplified, in a startling manner, this theory of the subconscious ego and its divergent rays. Thanks," said he, as he took the beans and gave himself a liberal portion. "We will now listen to your adventures," said Ripley, "and give you fair warning, beforehand, that the material will be used. You have had experiences, Lumley, which have not fallen to the rest of us, and this looks like a good chance to throw a little ginger into our stories." "You're welcome to use the material," assented Lumley, "providing, if there is a villain in youri stories, that you name him Jasper Kinch." "Great name for a villain," remarked Lindley, making a note of it. "He's the last immigrant," said Ripley, "and a gentleman with whom Lumley had dealings in our own times. I guess he's a crook, all right.

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.-A Battle Royal. T97 Two hours after he woke up and got off that slab in the Peristylum he turned pirate-the transmits were full of it." Lumley went over his experiences in detail : , while his friends made copious notes. He was glad it was in his power to furnish them with literary material as a partial offset to the many kindnesses they had shown him. Shortly after supper the five of them started for the Peristylum, on foot this time. On the way, and while entering the huge building, dimbing the stairs with the great crowd and obtaining seats in the auditorium, Lumley was "which and -t'other" on account of Miss Tibijul. But he didn't see her and his air-meter gradually simmered down to its normal rate. . Whenever he was excited, the meter would tick like a house afire. The places secured by the five friends were again in the front row, where they could see eve1:ything that took place . . Forty or fifty pedes tals pierced the tiers of seats at intervals around the hall, and these pedestals were occupied by the mayor and the city fathers and various trust magnates.

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A Battle Roya l . Lumley looked at the mayor and found the mayor looking at him. Presently his excellency came down from his elevated position and picked! his way through the crowd in Lumley's direc tion. "Greetings," said he to when clos e enough. "Greetings, your honor," answered Lumley. "Won't you share the bench on my pedestal?" asked the mayor. Lumley declined, respectfully but firmly . See ing that he could not be }1.lOved, the mayor shoo k his hand cordially and returned to his seat o t state. Lumley appreciated the honor, but he was o f a retiring disposition and didn't care to divert th e general attention from the other part of the show. On the central platform, side by side, lay th e two giant muglugs. They were plated, one wit li silver and the other with gold, just as Lumley' had been told they would be. While Lumley was looking at them, and trying to figure out what share he was entitled to in the

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A Battle Royat. 199 coming performance, a wave of applause rolled around the auditorium. From qpposite sides the would-be Head Centers had suddenly appeared, standing at the foot of the platform on left and right. To the top of the platform the master of cere monies now mounted. When able to proceed, he spoke as foHows : "CITIZENS: -On this side of the platform . stands Tibjur Ny One Hundred and Seventy.., eight, and on that side y o u observe Tibilus Ny Forty-eight. These gentlemen C\re to strive for supremacy , and to the victor belongs the office of Head Center. "The rules this thought contest are simple. At the hour of eight, Tibjur and Tibilus enter their boxes under the platform. Five min utes thereafter the gong strikes and the mind of Xibjur will animate the gold-plated muglugi while the mind _of Tibilus will vivify the silver .giant. "The fight is to a finish with bare knuckles. If the silver puppet is put out of business, Tibjur becomes our next Head Center. If the gold muglug succumbs, Tibilus secures the office,

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200 A Battle Royal. One-half the gate receipts go to the winner, together with one-half the picture money." The master of ceremonies subsided, and there followed prolonged cheering. When the applause had rippled out, the master of ceremonies added, speaking to the antagonists: "It is eight o'clock, gentlemen. Take your boxes." Simultaneously, Tibilus and Tibjur pulled open two doors and disappeared under the platform. Then followed a deep and impressive silence while the principals in the contest were getting their subcon s cious rays in shape for the titanic struggle. At last the gong! As it boomed through the hall the glittering monsters stirred, rose, and confronted each other, the lubricated hinges o f their limbs working noiselessly and with sinew y alertness. They were giants, indeed! Ten feet of steel underlaid the frivolous gold and silver, reenforced to double thickness in knuckles, head, face, and breast where the brunt of conflict was to be borne. Back of these toweri n g, stalwart figures Lum-.

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A Battle Royal. 201 ley saw the laboring minds beneath t.he platform, marshaling every faculty, focusing every energy in the respective puppets, and goading them on to destructive battle. "Time !" shrilled the voice of the master of ceremonies, who had betaken himself to the safety of the floor beside the platform. Sedately the metal giants struck their steel palms together in a clanging grip; then leaped back, fists doubled and at guard, feet firmly planted, their painted eyes looking into each other's face. It was a thrilling instant, that first brief calm which preceded the ringing din of combat. Every spectator was breathless, every nerve in that vast auditorium was strained to tightest. tension. Then, w_ith a whirlwind rush the steel warriors eaped to the fray, and the rhythmical clang, g of mailed fist on iron breast, head esembled lusty blows of a trip-hamth@ monsters received and de blows; now the gold pup now the

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A Battle Royal. came a tremendous stroke full on the chin of the Tibjur man, and for an instant the steel. hulk wobbled-an instant only, then it recovered and came back with a smashing righthander straight for the solar plexus where all the intricate machinery of the silver warrior cen tered. The Tibilus puppet rattled and shivered as though the hurt of the blow was excruciating. Lumley trembled for his friend. "The gold mug lug!" soouted the frenzied spectators. "Tibjur, Tibjur, Tibjur !" "Ten to one on the gold mug lug!" bellowed the mayor, hopping about on his pedestal like a crazy man. "Done in thousands !" yelled one of the city fathers. "Any-more of that?" demanded the boss oft. he Air Trust. "I'll take you in millions!" No answer from the mayor. "Five to in millions !" persist magnate. The mayor nodded and fell Even while the plutocr

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A Battle Royal. 203 gro_und and pressing his gold antagonist with the fury of a fiend. " S ixteen to one on the silver mug lug!" whooped one of the canaille. But, he got no takers. With systematic skill and purpose the Tibilus giant was raining pile-driver blows upon its foe. The Tibjur representative had slipped a cog somewhere and its left arm hung and rattled with disarranged machinery. Next it went lame; and finally, with a furious uppercut, the silver warrior caught the gold one on the chin and fairly knocked its head from its shoulders. Down tumbled the ill-fated muglug, bent, twisted and dented murderously in a hundred places. One, two, three, four, five, and so on up to ten the gong roared out the count. A headless muglug, however, was beyond responding; and when the tidal-wave of applause . had swept through the Peristylum and spent itself, the master of ceremonies announced Tibi lus the victor. Tibilus dragged himself through the door of his box, pale as death, his eytts bloodshot, his clothing disarranged; and while he stood leaning

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204 A Battle Royal . against the base of the platform, attend;ants into the other box and carried out Tibjur Ny One Hundred and Seventy-eight. He had fainted from the determined effort his mind had put forth. After had been carried away to receive proper treatment, Tibilus mounted to the top of the platform and stood beside the silver muglug. The cheering was repeated. was' able to make himself heard. ' ' At last Tibilus "The contest is over," said he, "and it was a fair fight. I have never combated such power 'ful thinking as that delivered by Tibjur, and. to him all honor. As for myself, standing here before you with a well-earned right to the office of Head Center, I must not forget one man who made this battle royal a possibility and without whom this world would never have known the 'muglug. Citizens, I refer to Everson Lumley, author of that grand work 'The' Possibilities of the Subconscious Ego' !" Then thoce was more applauding. But it could be seen that Tibilus had not finished , and silence once again reigned. "How can I _ serve Everson Lumley t o greater

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-205 purpose," went on Tibilus, "than by presenting him with this silver giant, the finest ever fabri cated, type and symbol of the marvels of our age?, This I do." Tibilus 1ooked up into the face of the shining figure. "Number One," said he authoritatively, "Ever son Lumley is henceforward your master. Go to him ' and in all things serve him well." With slow and stately tread, the victorious muglug descended the. steps leading from the platform and advanced to the astounded Lumley, taking his haqd in its steel palm submissively and protecting ly. '!'hereupon the gathering began pressing in upon Lumley with the avowed intention of sha king his hand and congratulating him. And not twenty feet away, steadily and persistently crowding toward him, Lumley saw the bobbing aggressive braids, the box-spectacles, and the exultant and glowing features of Miss Tibijul. Then his presence of mind completely forsook . him. "Take me up," he cried to the muglug, "and

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2o6 A Battle Royal. get me out of this! Anywhere under the sun, . but be quick!" The silver Titan stooped, lifted . Lumley aloft 'Over the heads the crowd, and forced its way swiftly to the door. Hardly a moment it lingered in the entrance, and then was off and away, only the rattling echo of its running feet coming back to the ears of the amazed people.

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CHAPTER XVI. THE STATUE AND CHEST. I Lumley's horror of assertive females was sim ply a crotchet of his otherwise brilliant and well balanced mind. He had long since assured him self that the tender passion was not in his line, and symptoms of the as displayed by Miss Tibijul terrified him. In 1900 the initiative in such matters lay wit11 the sterner sex, and_ this was the cegis which then Lumley. Now that wooing had become . a distinctly feminine accomplishment he realized his helplessness, and knew that saf et)'i . could be had only through retreat. Hence he retreated. And if his retreat partook of the nature of rout and panic, it merely: proved the condition of his state -of mind. Kinch had shouldered him out of the yeati 1900. Was Miss Tibijul now to pursue him be yond the confines of the year 2000? In that hour of flight, Lumley from his hearti blessed the thoughtfulness of Tibilus. He, had!

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208 The Statue and Chest. now the be st muglug in ihe country, a warriDr muglug who had demonstrated its prowess, and if this ten-fo o t giant of s teel could not save him from his en e mies, what could? Ten-league boots could hardly have carried the muglug faster than its metal shoes carried it then. Along obscure streets it flashed like a ray of light, and Lumley, his arms about its cold neck, hung to it like grim death, whispering in its, ear again and again : "Faster, faster! Is this the best you can do?" The giant, of course, could have carried Lumley to the antipodes, or toa point in that direc tion where the wear and tear of flight put it out of order. But it was not necessary to go so far. Finally tbey reached the shadow of a grove. Here and there, in the cleared spaces, were beds of flo wers, and now and again a splashing foun tain or a spectral ima .ge could be seen. Although Lumley had no means of knowing it, these were the Pleasure Gardens. Ali around was quiet, and the air breathed of peace. < "This is far enough,' ! said Lumley; ldown here."

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T he Statue and C/zest. The muglug lowered him gently upon a con venient settee, but did not sit down itself. Five hundred pounds of steel and intricate mechanism would have smashed the bench like paper. "You are my good genie," babbled Lumley to the mug lug; "whenever you see Miss Tibijul, you are to get me out of the way; and whenever you see Jasper Kinch, you are to stand between us." Muglugs had not the power of speech, so the giant could only nod to signify its complete understanding. So long as friend Tibilus eridued the silver . monster with one of his million subcon scious rays, Lumley could be certain of its loy alty. As Lumley leaned back on the settee, his eye roved toward an open space illuminated with a subdued glow from a can of light. In the center of the space stood a statue, a ridiculous be-bloomered thing, holding up one hand and arm in the attitude of Ajax defying the lightning. . But this statue could not be Ajax. The up lifted hand held a bundle of forked things thatl plainly represented thunderbolts. Drawn unconsciously toward the statue, Lum

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210 The Statue and Chest. ley looked at the lettering on its base. Then the cold chills began to creep over him. He started and peered around him like some thief detected at a midnight crime. The inscrip tion on the pedestal read like this : "Erected to the Memory of Everson Lumley, fo Grateful Recognition of his Services to Hu manity." Then, in smaller letters: "N. B.-Do Not Chip for Relics Under Penalty of Fine and Imprisonment." \ Drawing back, Lumley looked at the statue agam. By what right had the sculptor put a 1900 man in 2000 clothes? He looked a fright, a nightmare! And this it was to be appreciated! He, who would not allow his picture to be taken for a frontispiece to hia great work, had whistled down the ages in a pai of stone bloomers ! The reaction came, and he wept. Leani against one corner of the pedestal he dropped briny tribute upon it to the artistic skill that h made him ridiculous in his own eyes. Then another reaction came and he was fu ous. He called to the muglug, and when t giant stalked up to him, he said :

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The Statue and Clzest. 2II "You knocked the head eff one _ image to-night -please repeat tP.e performance and knock the head off that!" The muglug obliged with cheerful alacrity. The head was carried by Lumley to a marble bordered pool and thrown into its very center. He still felt dissatisfied. An age that could conceive a statue of him like that one, could be guilty of anything. If his very memory was not safe in the hands of posterity, what treatment might he not expect in the flesh? Gloom settled over and closed him in. Reaching up, he caught the hand of the muglug, and they wandered silently up and down the gravel walks. Finally it came to Lumley, in one subtle flash, that he was tired of the year 2000. He was out of tune with it. "Old fellow," said he to the muglug, "I want you to carry me back to the ruin known as Doctor Kelpie's house. We will get into the time coupe and go back. I shall take you along as a . sample of the crowning achievement of this era-as a proof of the practicability of my subconscious theories."

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212 The Statue and Chest. It took a:little time to reach the ruin, but no difficulty intervened. The difficulties began to present themselves when they arrived at the old house ! . The front door was locked, and the house muglug, for some reason, would not answer the ring. At a word from Lumley the giant would have smashed the door at a blow. Yet Lumley did not give the word. He wanted to steal out of that day and age as silently as a shadow crossing the face of time. He wanted no disturbance to attend his pass ing. He came in a breath, and in a breath he would return, gently and with only the thrashing of the equatorial ring to announce his departure. Therefore he chose to have the mug lug effe ct an entrance through a basement window. The window was a tight squeeze for the giant, but eventually it got through and reached out and drew Lumley after it. The basement was dark and dismal, and clut tered with boxes and bundles which made gress difficult. "Get a can of light somewhere," ordered L ley .

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T he Statue and Chest. 213 The obeyed. Where it got the can was a mystery it, of course, could not reveal; it got i t, and presently there was light in abundance. Why were there so many boxes in an old ruin, deserted as that one was supposed to be? Thus thought Lumley in a grumbling spirit as he strugg led over the obstacles that interposed themselves i n his way. In a few moments he stumbled and fell head fong. The giant lifted him instantly and placed h im upright. Lumley was not addicted to the use of epithets, although there was a scorcher at the tip of his tongue at that moment. His eyes rested on the o bject that had tripped him, and immediately grew large and wondering. The intended epithet became an exclamation of astonishment. The object was an iron chest and upon the lid was printed, in staring white letters: "Gabriel Osborne, 1900." Lumley threw himself on the metal box and hugged it in his arms. He had blundered into the cache where the air pirates had stowed their plunder! Could anything more wonderful, or impossible,

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214 The Statue and Ches!. have happened? For five minutes he gave way ' to hysterical . exultation, then he got up and dered the muglug to bring the chest and follow; him up-stairs. On reaching the top of the basement flight, the house muglug confron.ted Lumley in a hostile manner. It was a poor affair, this muglug, well worn, and bought of a junk-dealer at a bargain by the heirs who had inherited the ruin. "Get out of the way!" ordered Lumley. "I'm the man that came in on the time coupe. Don't! [YOU remember me?" The muglug nodded sullenly and cleared the path. It continued to watch proceedings with a suspicious air, however, having been ordered not admit intruders. The shelflike projection at the house-top was :finally reached, and, on stepping through the (ioor, Lumley's heart. throbbed at sight of th time coupe. He could get into the vehicle w the chest and the silver giant and go boomi home! He would leave Kinch behind, but the proof his innocence he would take with him. The ch was deposited within the vehicle, and then

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The Statue and Chest . 215 o ther difficulty presented itself: The muglug c ouldn't enter! If was too big. Neither lengthwise nor side w ise could it possibly force itself in, and it be c ame apparent to Lumley that he would have to l eave the wonder behind. _ H e shook hands with the grieved muglug, turned the switch to 1900, and told the giant to p ress the button when he got inside. Before taking his leave, Lumley walked to the edge of t he roof and threw a long, melancholy gaze about him. Away off in the distance he could see the Perist ylum bathed in a flood of condensed sunshine. A bove him, in the air, the night fliers were com in g and going, and there was an owl-ship carryin g h ome a conviv i al crowd, every member 0 wh i ch had absorbed more vaporized champagne than was gqod for him. Thoughts of Tibilus gave Lumley pause. His was the one great mind of that era. Lumley had s haken his hand, had conversed with him, had heard from his lips a fierce arraignment of. the t imes and a suggestion for bettering them that might eas ily lead to martyrdom. Lumley's heart '!

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216 The S and C !zest, grew heavy. He would have liked to tarry and witness the cataclysm Tibilus was to turn loose. But, no. The year 1900 was calling. Its note was insistent, and Lumley could not, must not, stay. In turning from the roof's edge Lumley stum bled against a chair. Once more his thoughts caught him up. That was the very chair in which Jim Morti had been sitting at the time Lumley arrived from the preceding century. The chair sug gested Mortimer, and Mortimer suggested Rip ley, McWilliams, Lindley, and the rest of the col onists. Was Lumley a base ingrate that he tea r himself away without one word of warning o r farewell to his friends? He was sorely troubled . Seating himself in the chair he proceeded to think the matter over. Even though he was going away, what was ta .prevent him from sending the time coupe ba 'for the colonists? As a matter of fact, his goi n with the coupe was the one thing that would i sure its return.

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'217 Doctor 1-.::clpic bad d eclare d tli a t he would des troy the machine the moment it had arrived with the reports. By carrying the reports in person, Lumley would be able to talk with Doctor Kelpie and persuade him to send the coupe on another round trip to the year 2000. Yet, although the issue seemed clear in his mind, Lumley still hesitated. What Mortimer, Lindley, and the rest would say about him was the point he continued to ponder. While his mind circled about the colonists, his ' -'.11y eyes chanced to wander in the direction lay the Pleasure Gardens. A shiver con ised him, and he sprang to his feet. No! Right or wrong, he would not remain anJther hour in the city that sheltered that hideous misrepresentation of himself. "Good-by, two thousand!" he said; "I am dis appointed in you. I might have borne with the invis{ble food and your manner of taking it, I might even have dodged the ubiquitous Miss Tibi jul, but that statue was the last straw." He turned on his heel, walked to . the coupe, and got inside.

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218 Tlze Statue and Clzest. "Press the button, my boy,'' he said to the mug lug. I The button was pressed and Lumley leane d back; wondering what the doctor would say when he saw him step ou_t of the machine after getting his fill of the year 2000 in less than forty-eight hours.. In a few minutes he rous . ed up and looked about him. What was the matter? Some time had passed, and the coupe had not "Press that l ;mtton again!" he called to the mug lug. Again was the button pressed! but still no start. Then, from the opposite side of the coupe cam e a mocking laugh-a laugh that only one man in the whole wide world was capable of giving. "No, you don't, Lumley!" chuckled a familia r voice. "You can't leave without me. The ma chine won't work without the equatorial ring, an d I took that off several hours ago and hid it. Kne w you'd come here, if I gave you time enough." Lumley looked out of the window on the left and saw his old enemy, the detective. He was disguised with a pair of false eyebrows and wore a diabolical smile.

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Th e Statue and Chest. 219 Again had his cursed artfulness manifested itself. But if he could be crafty, so could Lumley, who threw open the door of the coupe and sh outed: "Take him, rn_uglug ! Take him, boy!"

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CHAPTER XVII. A TRUCE WITH KINCH. Ah, ha! Jasper Kinch did not know how well equipped Lumley was for taking care of that emergency. Two strides . brought the silver mug lug around the end of the coupe, and directly behind the detective. The next moment the unfortunate man was caught by the collar and lifted, squirming and struggling, twelve feet in the air. The white feather was something Kinch did not possess. Consequently, even in . that moment of peril, it was impossible for him to show it. But he was agitated. E".'en Lumley could see that. "I could draw my revolver, Lumley," cried Kinch, in a choking voice, "and shoot you where you , stand." "Attempt to draw a revolver," returned Lum ley, who had come out of the coupe and was lea: ing against one of the terrestrial globes, "a

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221 the muglug will find use for that other hand which hangs at its side." "You're improving, Lumley," observed Kinch. are your terms?" "Do you capitulate?" "I ask you what are your terms?" ' "Unconditional surrender." 'Just what does that imply?" asked Kinch finally. "First, you are to tell me what you have done with the equatorial ring." "Never!" "Take him to the edge of the roof, muglug," ordered Lumley. "Not that, not that," begged the detective. "That collar, Lumley it might give way!" "That is your lookout," said Lumley coldly. The mug lug strode to the edge of the roof, held Kinch over the dark void, and sh o ok him vigorously. "If this muglug were to drop me, Lumley," chattered the detective, "I should be killed and my blood would be upon your hands." "Your blood won't be on anybody's hands ifi you'll be reasonable," scored Lumley.

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222 A Trye Wth Knch. "Then have me dropped. I sha'n't tell you where I have put the ring." Of course Lumley had no intention of having the muglug c ommit homicide. He wanted to frighten Kinch , but as refused to be --.._ frightened Lumley sought to make other terms. "I suppose y o u know that your old friend, the captain of the Vulture, held up an air-ship just over Buffalo? " inquired Lumley. "Yes." "And that the plunder is concealed in the basement of this h0use ?" "I am aware of the fact." "Did you see me when _ I came muglug?" "Certainly. you." , "Then y9u must have taken note of that fr chest?" "You underestimate my powers of observa if you think I could pass over a thing like t It is marked ' Gabriel Osborne, nineteen h dred.'" "Do you know, Kinch, that instead of ho ing me from pillar to post on account of

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Truce Wz'th Kz'nch. 223 bank robbery, this Gabriel Osborne ts the man you should be trying to capture?" "Non sense !" "No nonsense about it. Gabriel Osborne is the real thief; he took the fifty thousand dollars and made way with it." ' "That may be; but you went to the bank, broke open the safe, and removed the money." "I was a go-between, that is all." "Osborne may have been your accessory before or after the fact." "Not at all! It was his brain that conceived and carried out the theft. I am entirely innocent." "Bah!" "I tell you," persisted Lum1eJ'with all his energy, "that I was hypnotized and acted upo:q subconsciously." "That's a subterfuge, Lumley. I can admire a thief who does a safe-cracking job as skilfully as you did that one, but when the thief tries to beg off by talking moonshine he only earns my contempt." Here was the hard, keen, matter-of-fact 1900 mind which Lumley had tried so hard to combat

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224 A Truce With Kz'nck. in the effort to win appreciation from his con temporaries. He had anticipated this difficulty, and rather than give an explanation which he knew would be scoffed at he had suffered himself ' to become a fugitive and an outlaw in his own times. "Look at that muglug, Kinch," cried Lumley. "It is holding you over space and shaking you as a terrier would shake a rat. Do you doubt that it would drop you if I gave the order?" "No," came the sharp response. "It is dead matter, a thing of steel and machin . ery, and has absolutely no volition of its own. What quickens it to life, Kinch?" "I never was good at solving puzzles of that kind." "Subconscious rays do the trick. I could give that muglug a drill and a jimmy, send it to a bank and make it steal for me, if I would. Sup pose I did so. Would the muglug be the thief?'' There fell another silence. Lumley proceeded to clinch his point. "You just !)aid that if I ordered the muglug drop you, your blood would be upon my han So, out of your own mouth I judge. your ans

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A Truce Wth Ki'nclt. 225 .If I made the mtiglug commit a theft, the crime would be mine." "Undoubtedly. But you are not a muglug, 'Luml ey." "To all intents and purposes, Kinch, I was a muglug on that fatal night when Gabriel Os borne hypnotized me and made me steal that fifty thou sand dollars. When under the influence of hypno tism I was nothing more than a mere automaton. And just as that s ilver automaton is now acted up on, I was acted upon subconsciously then. For Heaven's sake," implored Lumley, "can't you see a thing so plain as that-you who boast of your analytical powers?" "There may be something in what say," Kinch at last admitted. "But that is not all," proceeded Lumley, taking advantage of the moment to drive every argument home, "if you were to read a confession, in Osborne's own handwriting, to the effect that he had hypnotized and acted upon me subconsci ou sly, would you not then believe in my mno cenc e ?" "I
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A Truce Wth Knck . words came reluctantly, but they were undoubt edly sincere. "You shall have the proof," averred Lumley in joyful !ones. "If I am not mistaken, that chest contains such a confession from Osborne." . "I should have to read it for myself . " "I hope to give you the opportunity. If I l et the mug lug replace you on the roof, will yo u cry truce between us pending my attempt to g et at the confession?" "What will you have to do?" "I shall have to proceed to the house of Tibilu s Ny Forty-eight. He is a descendant of this man Osborne. He will open the chest in your pres . ence, and you shall read Osborne's confessio n with your own eyes." "I shall have to go with you to the house of this Tibilus, eh?" "Naturally." "And then you will deliver me up to the au thorities as you did once before." "No, no! I promise you that I will not." "I am a proscribed man, Lumley, and I ca n't afford to take chances. H " owever, as my position 1 here is not very comfortable, I am willing t

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A Truce With Knch. 227 make a truce with you while you try to get hold of this supposed confession." "When I get it I will bring it to you--" "No. I shall know all about it." "How?" "Trust me for that. If can't prove your case, back to nineteen hundred you go, a prisoner." "And if I can prove my case?" "Then you return a free man, and I shall make it a point to catch this Osborne." "You . will take good care of the equatorial ring?" "Why shouldn't I? It's my only hope for escaping from the authorities of the year two thousand." "I have your solemn word, have I, that you will do nothing against me until I have a chance to 'go over the contents of that box?" "You have." "Set him down on the roof, mug lug," ordered Lumley, and Kinch was presently in a place of safe' ty. "I always knew you had brains enough, Lum ley," observed the detective, "but it struck me )

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A Truce Wi'th Knc/,, that your energies were misapplied. Perhaps I was wrong. If I was, I shall be the first to acknowledge the fact." He held out his hand. Lumley took it cor dially; then ordered his muglug to get the chest out of the coupe an<.!l follow him to the house of Xibilus.

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CHAPTER XVIII. THE SECRET OF THE CHEST. Before the sun had fairly risen, Tiburos had called on his friend Tibilus to offer congratula tions. Affairs of state had occupied Tiburos un til late the preceding evening, and this early morning hour was the first opportunity he had found for a quiet chat with his friend. "Greetings, friend Tibilus," said Tiburos, entering the room where Tibilus was reclining, and taking his hand cordially. "Greetings, Tiburos," smiled the new Head Center. "I have been waiting for you to come and tell me what you thought of the fight." "I had not a moment I could spare until now. The city has been at sixes and sevens for hours past, as you must know. The Great Lumley is giving everybody plenty to do." "Worrying about Lumley is a waste of time. trhe silver muglug will take care of him." Tiburos knitted his brows ominously .

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The Secret of tile Chest. "I fear, Tibilus, you made a grievous mistake in presenting the muglug to Lumley." "Nonsense!" protested Tibilus; "Number One will protect and look out for him." "If the present Head Center was what h e should be, yes; but you must have heard how the muglugs, all over town, are going wrong. Sup pose something went crosswise with Lumley's mug lug! .I shudder to think of what might hap pen, Tibilus." Tibilus laughed. "Is it possible you thought me so careless o f Lumley's safety?" he asked. "Why, Tiburos, from the moment I gave that strapping automa. ton to Lumley I have been keeping it on the mov e myself! Even at this moment I am holding it steady and true to Lumley's slightest wish." "Good!" cried Tiburos approvingly. "But, tell me, have you any idea where Lumley is now?" "Not the slightest. Wherever he is,, however, I can promise you that he is in no danger." "What caused him to leave the Peristylum in that precipitate manner?"

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The .Secret of tke Chest. 231 Tibilus had his own ideas , on that point, but he was not telling them to his friend. "Genius is eccentric, Tibw-os. There is no knowing how it will sway a man, or what it will cause him to do. . If I could--" At that precise moment the silver muglug strode in on them unannounced, the iron chest under one arm, and Lumley, fast asleep, under the other. The amazement of the two friends the power of words. Tiburos had been told that the chest, comain' ing the papers so much desired by had! been aboard the looted flier. So the question that immediately presented itself to Tiburos and Tibilus was : How had Lumley . manage.d to get hold of it? ' . Although filled with curiosity, they did not arouse the sleeping man, but gave him into the hands of the automatic valet and had him put to bed. Lumley's second flight from the Peristylum, even more melodramatic than the first, had caused no end of talk and furnished strenu ous work for the News Bureau. Now to see his muglug bringing him m, to-

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The Secret of the Chest . gether with the chest, was all bt1-t a seven-day wonder. "Lumley is a genius," commented Tibilus . '"The one black mark against nineteen hundred , in my mind, is the fact that the people of those Clays failed to estimate him at his worth." "They were very primitive back there," sai d Tiburos. "Mayhap; yet if there was anything in a man ithey got it out of him." "If I wanted to argue with you, Tibilus, :n might point to the treatment of Lumley." "As I just said, he's the exception that proves the rule." "Think of sensible, progressive people failing to understand and appreciate his theories of th e subconscio.s ego !" "Think of the misuse that later generations made of the same theories !" "I don't agree with you that there has been a misuse." "You think jt right to replace millions ot skilled workmen with perfected mug lugs?" "Was it right to replace wireless telegraph' with thought transmiss ion, autocars with fly

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--The Secret of the Chest. 233_ machines, independent competitors with trusts? Go to, Tibilus. You have recently demonstrated . the greatness of your mind, and why can't you see these things in the proper light?" "It is my greatness of mind, as you are pleased to call it, that enables me to see these fearlessly. The Man is everything, Tiburos. In every invention, every new appliance, let human kind be considered. If creative genius lower s the standard of nine-tenths of the race, if greed and the money power conspire to push such an issue to its limits, watch out for a catastrophe . " Tiburos shook hi s head s agely a nd for e bo dingly. "I have grave fears as to what you are about to do as Head Center," said he. Tibilus l a ughed, but it was not a mirthful l augh. It echoed through the room belliger ently. "I assume my duties at two this afternoon," he returned. "At one-thirty, old friend, or, at least, not later than one-forty-five, dismember every muglug in your household. Take them apart; separated they are harmless, but in combination they are . capable of much evil."

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234 The Secret of the Chesi. The utterance was oracular, yet it brought Tiburos to his feet. "You mean--" he cried. "I mean that only through evil are we some times able to accomplish much good." "What crazy plans are you forming?" de manded Tiburos. Before Tibilus could reply, a muglug entered the room. At a glance Tibilus saw that it was not of his household. In its hand the muglug carried a card which it presented to the new Head Center. The lat ter took the card and read as follows: "Muglug Three Thousand Six Hundred and Five not responding properly. Replace with the bearer until put in shape." "Very good/' said Tibilus. "I had not no ticed anything wrong .with Three Thousand Six Hundred and Five, but undoubtedly Head Center knows what he's about. Your number is-let's see--Six Hundred and Eighteen. Take your station in the hall, Six Hundred and Eighteen." Number Six Hundred and Eighteen stalked away, and Tibilus gave orders that Number --.-...--

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The Secret of the Chest. 235 Three Thousand Six Hundred and Five was to proceed immediately to the repair-shops. Meanwhile a reserve, almost a distrust, had crept into Tiburos' bearing toward his friend. He did not prolong his interview with Tibilus, but started for the roof where he had left his flier. "Give this to Lumley when he awakes," re quested Tiburos, handing Lumley's watch to Tibilus. "It was left with me for safe-keeping." "I sh ail see that he gets it," Tibilus . answered gravely. "I am sorry indeed that I must take back the present I gave you ten years .ago. But I did not then know this watch was not mine to give.•• Tiburo!i slightly. When on the roof, and ready for flight, he observed: "I shall not dismember my muglugs, If anything goes wrong, you will have to think that your lifelong friend has suffered through your folly." , "Very well," answered 1'ibilus, very white, but none the less determined. There was no ex0change of farewells, and when Tibilus returned to the news-room he understood

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239 Tfte -Secret of the. Chest. that he had sacrificed his first friend to what he believed to be his duty. For a time Tibilus wande_red moo _ dily about the house, hands clasped behind him and head bowed in deep thought. "I must not be sanguinary," he muttered at last, when he again found himself in the news room; "Tiburos is the one plutocrat who saves the others. N evertheless"-and here he clenched his fist and brought it down on a table-"the work shall be accomplished! The loss-will foot up into the billions, but men shall know the hide ous power for evil wit!_i which these muglugs are endowed. I shall convince them of it! They shall understand that a reasoning toiler is not to be compared with these things that have no volition, no will, save that derived from Head Center. We shall see, we shall see. At any rate, ithe die is ca st. I have set my hand to the plow and will not tunrback." As a distraction for his heavy mind, he pressed the news-transmitter and asked for something; Gomestic. Som e lawless person or persons, last night, descende d upon the sta tue of Lumley the Great and decapitate d

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The Secret of the Chest. 237 There is absolutely no clue to the perpe .trators of the dia bolid'I piece of work. What makes the matter worse, the head was carried away, so that it will be impossible to replace the statue with another carved in a true like ness of the philosoph ' er: The Pleasure Gardens commissioners have ordered the headless statue removed. A reward of ten thousand dollars has been offered for the apprehension of the van dals. ' Tibilus turned off the transm'itter. "So," he thought bitterly, "even in our age there are those who do not appreciate the great Lumley. Times are ripe for a change-never so ripe as now." He turn_ ed to pace the room and suddenly dis covered that Lumley himself had entered the apartment. "You heard the transmit, Lumley?" asked Tibilus. "Oh, the transmit!" exclaimed Lumley. "If my fame is not secure in the minds and hearts of my countrymen, a million statues won't per petuate it. But tell me, Tibilus, have you looked into the chest?" "I was waiting for you, my friend, before I! opened it.'. '

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The Secret of the Chest "That was considerate. How did I get here?" ''The muglug carried y ' ou . " • "I remember I was somewhat fatigued and it picked me up. I fell asleep, I suppose, and wasn't even aroused when put to bed." "I did not think best to distv:rb you. Where did you secure the chest?" Lumley explained. I "Then we must send officers to the robbers' roost,'' said Tibilus, starting for the transmitter the moment the explanation was given. "Plep.se don't,'' said Lumley, interposir?-g. "My enemy, Kinch,. is at Doctor Kelpie's house. There is a truce between us until such time as I can prove my innocence through the papers in that chest. If officers were sent for the stolen goods they might discover the detective, and I am in honor bound not to have him appre hended." "All right," said Tibilus; "that matter can wait. Now to open the chest and look at the .Papers." The che&t was not secured with a lock and key, but by a combination. The combination was set /

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The Secret of the Chest. on figures with which Tibilus was familiar, and he turned the knob and threw back the lid. The chest was not a large one, but it was filled with bulky envelopes, yellowed with time. Tibilus knew just which he wanted, dived down and brought it out. "Here we are," said he. "This enveiope is in scribed, 'A confession to be read only after my demise, and then published, in order that the I name of an honest man may be cleared of obloquy.'" "When was the confession made?" asked Lumley. "It bears the date of nineteen hundred," re• plied Tibilus, taking a folded sheet out of the envelope and opening it carefully. "Sit down, Lumley;-and I'll read it to you.'' Lumley sat down and listened with bated breath as Tibilus read: I, Gabriel Osborne, being of sound mind, do hereby make the following confession, which is to be read and published afte _ r my death: In eighteen hundred and ninety-nine I was engaged with one Everson in conducting a series of ex periments along the lines of hypnotism and subconscious suggestion. Said Lumley was the author of a book, lay:-

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The Secret of the Clzest. ing down certain principles not well received by the thought of our time, and we were seeking to demonstrate the truth of certain theories set forth in chapter seven of hi s work. Simp ly stated, the substance of this chapter was the ability of the human mind to infuse dead matter with a vivifying principle which wouid give it subconscious, sentient action. I am a proficient in the science of byp: notism, and Lumley was to be put into a state of hypno sis and then acted upon by subconscious rays emanating from my mind. The experiment took place at night, in my rooms on Forty-second Street, New York City. I had made cr:m inology a study, and the chamber in which the test occurred was filled with all manner of instruments which had to do with my pet hobby. This much it is necessary for the reader to know, for I assert solemnly that I entered upon the experiment with no criminal thought, and it was only the suc
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24I This he did, I remaining in my rooms and giving hitn! the full benefit of my subconscious power, directing him out of my criminal knowledge at every stage of the robbery. In three hours he returned to me with a canvas bag containing fifty thousand dollars in bank-notes. I took the money, stripped my friend of his watch and of the funds about his person, and weilt away, leaving him reclining upon a couch fast in a hypnotic sleep. \Vhile on the west-bound train, :fleeing from the scene of my crime, I awoke Lumley-no great feat for a trained hypnotist. In Chicago I assumed a fictitious name and went into hiding, while Lumley became a fugitive and wandered over the face of the earth, pursued by sleuth hounds of the law. This is all. I regret committing the crime and am doubly sorry I took the watch, which was an heirloom in Lumley's family. It is an antique timepiece and is engraved whh the initials "E. L." This confession is made in order that posterity may know of my guilt and of Everson Lumley's innocence. (Signed) GABRIEL OSBORNE. "At last," breathed Lumley hoarsely, clasping his thin hands and pressing them convulsively together, "at last! It took a hundred years for me to gain recognition . for my theories and justice for myself." "What are you doing in here, Six Hundred and Eighteen?" asked Tibilus, turning suddenly and confronting the new muglug, which was

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The Secret of the Chest. standing in the room. "When I want you I will call for you." The muglug turned and stamped away. "My congratulations, Lumley!" exclaimed TibiTus "It is not the first time an ad vanced thinker has fallen a victim to, his own theories." "Why have the facts set down in that paper never before seen the light of day?" inquired Lumley. "It is expressly stipulated on the en , velope that the paper was to be printed upon the death of Gabriel Osborne. That must have occurred long, long ago." "Perhaps my grandfather, who came into my great-grandfather's property; suppressed the paper, fearing the loss of the fifty thousand dollars. It is just as well to call a spade a spade even if I am dealing with my ancestors on the sword side. My stock, on the spindle side, is as good as another man's, but my grandfather was the last of a line of paternal rascals, and--" An unwonted noise from the upper part of th house claimed Tibilus' attention at that momen and he laid down the paper and hurried out oft room. Lumley followed him.

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The Secret of the Chest. 243 The cause of the commotion could not be dis covered, and the two returned to the news-room not a little perplexed over the matter. "The paper is yours, Lumley," said Tibilus, taking up the subject of the confession where it had been so abruptly dropped; "I would advi s e you to put it in your pocket and lose no time in returning to nineteen hundred." "Why do you advise me to go back?" returned Lumley. "Because these times are out of joint. Trouble is brewing." "Will there be danger in remaining?" "To you more than to any one else :. Your theo ries are going to be productive of a great amount of good, but not until they have caused some evil. If you are here, the <:!Vil will be credited to you and results might prove disastrous." Lumley's eyes were ranging searchingly about the room. "Where is the paper?" asked Lumley. "Why," said Tibilus, "I laid it here on this chair. Didn't you take it?" "No," said Lumley in trepidation; "I didn ' t even see it after we heard that noise up-stairs. "

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244 The Secret of tite Chest. "Strange!" exclaimed Tibilus. "There's not a soul in the house aside from ourselves, Lumley. Let's look in the chest again; perhaps it got in there." But it wasn't in the chest. Nor was it to be found anywhere; although Lumley and Tibilus searched high and low.

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CHAPTER XIX. SIX HUNDRED AND EIGHTEEN. That highly important 1900 document seemed bewitch ed. By its mysterious disappearance poor Lumley was almost prostrated. "Could any of the muglugs have taken it?" he asked faintly . "No. Muglugs do as they are told and nothing more nor less. Don't worry, Lumley. It will turn up. I am sorry to leave you at such a time as this, but I must go down-town and prepare to take my place as Head Center. There is much to be done before I assume charge, and I have already overstayed the time at my disposal. " "I suppose I shall have to leave here?" said Lumley. "Not at all. I beg of you to make this house your home for the next few hours, until I find it convenient to snatch a brief respite from my; duties and return for a final word with you. "In a former conversation with you I hinted about a trail of blood, Forget that remark, Lum-

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Six Hundred and Eighteen . ley. I have had a talk with Tiburos anc;l shall limit the area of the destruction I intend to cause . If I am not able to co111e back and see you by, six o'clock this afternoon, p1ake your way to th e colony house and join your friends there. "Also-and please give heed to what I say an d make no mistake-send a transmit to these nine iteen-hundred fellows and tell them not to trust themselves in any air-ship after one-thirty, no t to be abroad, and to keep a sharp watch on the ir muglugs." The grave face and resolute manner of Tibilus made Lumley apprehensive. "What is going to happen?" he "A good general does not reveal his plan of campaign in advance," replied Tibilus. "Here is your heirloom, Lumley. Tiburos brought it and requested that I should give it to you. Con sult the watch frequently, and after one-thirtfi be prepared for something to happen. If I never. see you again--'" Tibilus hesitated and gave Lumley a long look, straight in the eyes. "I wouldn't do anything desperate," counsel ;Lumley. "Let be, friend. I have made my bed and pr

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Six I-Iundred and Eighteen. 247 pose to lie on it. For the workman the morning star of Hope shines in the industrial heavens, and if I never live to see the perfect day that is to co me, so be it. Return to nineteen hundred as soon as you can do so, Lumley. It has been your good fortune to learn that posterity appreciated and made the most of your theories. Every re former lives for posterity and not for his native _, times, so take the scoffs and gibes of ignorance ,with a s erene soul." A quick clasp, one backward look, and Tibilus was gone. For some time Lumley sat in the news-room, ielbows on his knees, his face in his hands. "The work of this republic is the making 0:6 lthe Man, not money." There was the true evolu tion, the only evolution. Lumley's psychological theories had borne bit ter fruit. Yet it was not the fault of the theories, but of those who had demonstrated them. As in that experiment with Osborne the bright success had been debased by a deed of crime, so in this year 2000 had soaring Progress worked a grievous wrong. Suddenly rising, Lumley kissed h i s hand to the

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...,... _ _ Sz':c Hundred and Eighteen. Powers of Good that hovered somewhere in the higher air. " Success to _ you , Tibilus !" he cried ecstatically. "Overturn the existing order of things and yo u w ill be a greater man than I !" Prosak times could not clip the wings of Lum le y' s imagination . And as he stood there, hea d throw n back , eyes lifted, and right hand up-..... stretched, hi s wheeling fancies mounted skywar d in a fa r flig ht. F o r a m oment only, then-what was tha t? One o f th ose s neerin g 1900 chuckles which had so of t e n l as h e d him back to earth? He turned. Muglug Six Hundred and Eight-ee n stoo d in the room, erect, stolid, unblinking. "Ge t out of here!" cried Lumley. The mu glug vanished. Passi n g over to the general transmitter, Lum Jey st ruck it twice. " G i v e me the nineteen-hundred colony," he call e d . "Ah, there!" came the reply. mer." "This is Lumley." "Fond greetings, old chap. 'A' e'll ha Ye to

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Six Hundred and Ez'ghteen. 249 you Vanisher General, I guess. Never saw a f ellow so given to sudden get-aways as you are. What's doing?" "So much that I'm losing track of myself. Are the boys all in, Mortimer?" "All otit except yours truly. Why?" * "\!Vhen will they come in?" "They'll all round up here for dinner." "Well, when they do, keep them there. Don't let them go out this afternoon." "That's a pretty large order, Lumley." "Can't help it, Mort. You do as I say. And another thing: Don't one _of you dare to gef in an air-ship after one-thirty." "Great ! What's going to happen?" "Don't ask me-I couldn't tell you if you did. 'Also, after one-thirty, be sure and keep a sharp watch on your muglugs." "Correct; but I'd give a nineteen-hundred cop per cent to know the whys and wherefores of all this." "Good-by." "Oh, I say," shouted Mortimer, "wait--" . "Can't wait. Busy." Lumle y struck off the transmitter and turned

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Sz".x Hundred and Eighteen. away. He wanted to do sotne more hunting for that lost confession . . ' Down on his knees he went and looked under everything for the twentieth time. Then he once more hunted through the chest and again looked throus-h his owri pockets, not knowing but that he might, after all, have stowed it about his person in an absent-minded moment. , But the document was not forthcoming. As a last resort, he carried his hunt beyond the bounds of probability and ransacked other por tions of the house. :f"l.e looked into the triclinium, dodged into the guest parlors, flitted through the bed-chambers and lavatories, and presently found himself on the roof. Still no confession, and disappointedly he turned back. As he passed through the upper corridor, the rubber matting muffling his footfalls to silence , he caught sight of Six Hundred and Eighteen. At the farther end of the hall, strange to relate, the automaton was sitting in a chair, its back to Lumley. I Now, since a muglug was incapable of fatigue, rest was ll:nnecessary and it never reclined. ----

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Sx Hundred and Eghteen. Number Six Hundred and Eighteen, however, was a snooping specimen of its class, and Lurrtle}i stole softly toward it to see what it was about. , Wonder of wonders ! On coming close enough, Lumley saw that the steel contrivance was holding a paper in its metai hands and pretending to read it! And that paper was the lost document! With a quick movement, Lumley endeavored to snatch it away. His attempt was not a success, however. Number Six Hundred' and Eighteen heard him at the critical moment, rattled to a standing position, and thrust the paper through an opening in the back of its neck. "You scoundrel!" cried Lumley. "Hand that over this instant!" But Six Hundred and Eighteen was in rebellious mood. It did not talk back, simply glared defiance and raised its steel hands menacingly. .. Lumley was brave enougli, but did not think it necessary to take any risks. "Number One!" he shouted.

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5.x .l[undred and Eighteen:. Instantly the silver giant appeared on the scene. "That i:nuglug has a paper belonging . to me,'' said Lumley; "make him give it up!" Did Number Six Hundred and Eighteen ble? Lumley was excited, but he could have sworn it was shaking. The giant stepped toward it, steadily and de liberately; Six Hundred and Eighteen recoiled a step; executed a swift gesture with its right hand and br:ought into sight a six-shooter of ancient pattern. 'Ping, ping, ping rang out the shots until the firearm was emptied, every bullet evoking a musical sound like the ringing of a bell. The leaden missiles struck against the giant's armor and dropped, flattened and harmless, to the ifloor . As the last ringing , echo died a way, the sound was taken up by an unexpected transmit from the Time Department. "Two o'clock! The new Head Center is now installed! Two o'clock!" From every transmitter throughout the city fell the words, and i . n a flash it darted through Lumley':; mind that Tibilus was on the point of

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Sfr Hundred and Eighteen. 253 inaugurating his great reform. The effect on the silver muglug was surprising. Turning squarely around, it darted away at a ringing run. It seemed to know exactly what it was a bout , and kept steadily onward. "Come back here!" cried Lumley, in a stern voice . Number One did not obey, but abruptly vanished from the corridor. Yet only an instant was it lost to sight, and when it came back it bore an ax in its steel hands and was creaking savagely. S traight for Number Si x Hundred and Eight een b o unded the giant, flouri shing the ax about its head. One glance was enough for Number Six Hundred and Eighteen, which turned and fled precipitately , the silver-plated fiend in hot purs uit. Lumley paled and ducked into the news-room. There he waited in dire apprehension , while from room to room and floo r to floor the clanging echoes of the chase reached his ears. N o w the sounds were muffled in the fa.rthest part of the dwelling; now they grew louder and loude r as p ursued and pursuer drew nearer. At

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254 Six Hundred and Eghteen. last Number Six Hundred and Eighteen burs:g into the news-room, two yards ahe3:d of the giant. "Save me, save me!" shrieked Number Six Hundred and Eighteen, and dropped to its m?-iled knees at Lumley's back. Lumley was confounded. As he turned and fixed his eyes on ,Number Six Hundred and Eighteen, it threw off a metal headpiece and re (Vealed itself as Jasper Kinch !

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CHAPTER XX. OF MUGLUGS. Again :had this 1900 detective disp>layed his cleverness, albeit his success in masquerading as a muglug was like to prove his undoing. Lumley's curiosity was equal to his amazement, but ' that was no time for explanations. The silver giant towered aloft1 its ax poised indiscriminately over both Lumley and Kinch. "Don't you dare!" shouted Lumley. "Drop that ax and get out of here!" The giant had every appearan. ce of being as tounded. Naturally, such a feeling was foreign to it-as was any sort of feeling whatsoever it seemed very much chagrined. . A rasping grunt, like an ejaculation of disgust, broke from its clacking lips. It did not drop the ax, but laid about it with demoniacal fury, crushing every ar:ticle of furniture within reach. From other parts of the establishment could be heard simi1ar sounds; banging, clangorous blows,

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R ev olt of th e Muglugs. sodd en falls the house shakin g f rgm base men t to roof. Presently the giant from the room like an unl eashed fury, running amu ck and striking and demolishing at every step. "In Heaven's name/' cried Kinch, "what does a ll this mean?" "This is the beginning of t h e revolt, the revolt of the muglugs," returned Lumley , cowering into a chair that had escaped the fury of the silver de stroyer. "The monster turns on Franken stein !" ''Who's Frankenstein?" a s ked Kinch, kicking hi mself out of his iron disguise. Lumley was in no mood to explain. "Have y o u got my paper?" he demanded. "Yes, and I have read it," replied the detect ive, picking the document up and handing it t o L umle y . "It was you who took it, thep. ? " "Of course." "Why?" "Becaus e I wanted to word, with my own eyes . " "Didn't yo u hear_ Tibilus read it?" Lumley r

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R evolt of the Muglugs. 2 5 7 c alled that the supposed muglug had been discov er ed in the room after Tibilus had finished. "Certainly," said Kinch, with as much compla . c ency as he could muster. "Didn't that satisfy you?" "No. I wanted to make assurance doubly sure. I haYe worked like a nailer to get hold of you, Lumley, and didn't intend to call off my pursuit until I was certain of my ground." "How do you like being pursued?" asked Lumley. "Since you took up my trail you have been to me as that muglug wi _th the ax was to you. Did you enjoy the sensation?" "Not exactly." Kinch gave a rueful laugh. "That's the first time I ever knew I had nerves." "Why did you masquerade as a muglug ?" "That is an unnecessary question. However, I will answer it. Disguised as a muglug, I could c ome here and keep an eye on you without run ning the risk of capture." "Wasn't the muglug you replaced out of re pair?" "Not that I know of. I pretended that merel y to account for my presence here."

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• Revolt of the Mug!ugs. " i\'here d i d y o u secure your disguise?" "From the at Doctor Kelpie's old house. Put the mug out of business , dug out the machinery, and then got into the steel shell." "It was a daring expedient!" "Therefore the more alluring. Commonplace methods long since paled on my professional in stinct." "The disguise was a fit?" "It had to fit! I was a trifle cramped, but suf-' . fe red n o di scomfort otherwis e." " \i\That do you think now, Kinch? Am I guilty or i nnocent?" "Inn o cen t , Lumley. I beg your pardon for putting yo u to s o much inconvenience during the past year-or perhaps I ought to say hundred and one ye a r s." "I b eg y our pardon !" Those four words were all that Kinch c o uld offer in payment for Lumle y ' s days, weeks, and months of artful dodging and mental torture. "\iVhat do you propose to do now?" asked Lum-le y q ui e tly. • "\Ye must return to nineteen hundred; then, as I ha 'P. alrea d y informed you, I shall arrest this

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Revoit a( tlze Muglugs. 259 Osborne and bring him to trial. He cannot deny his guilt with his own confession staring him in the face. It is for us, Lumley, to--" The detective did not finish his remark. From the roof-top came the sound of a crash that made the building shiver in every part. "What in the world is that?" faltered Lumley. "Let's go up and see." • Together they left the news-room. As they reached the hall a frantic voice called through the transmitter: "Every mug lug in the city is in revolt! They are destroying everything, even each other! Head Center must be rhad ! His office is being besieged by hundreds of men, clamoring to get at the author of this wholesale destruction and kill him! But Tibilus, locked securely in his iron room, calmly continues his awful havoc. "No one can foresee the end. We can only congratulate ourselves that not a human life seems so far to have been sacrificed. The mug lugs are not turning upon their former masters, but upon the masters' property. They are-" The voice died out in a spluttering buzz. "The muglugs at the News Bureau must have

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Revolt of the Muglugs. 'damaged the transmission apparatus," said Lumley, in a hollow whisper. He and Kinch had paused in the corridor without the news-room to hear the bulletin. "Let's go up on the roof," returned Kinch, ' . '"and see what caused the crash." Destruction was still the order of the day in the house. Every muglug belonging to Tibilus had entered upon a career of ruinous activity; and their course was the course of all the other muglugs of the city. In chapter seven of Lumley's great work one may read how impossible it is to differentiate the subconscious rays. There could be no preferred creditors in a general bankruptcy of Head Center. If one subconscious ray is destructive, the otheli nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand nine hun dred and ninety nine are of a like cast. In the widespread devastation sought by the reformer, there were no exceptions, could be none. , The interior of the house of Tibilus was a ;w!eck. By climbing over the smashed and broken furniture, Lumley and Kinch finally succeeded in reach ing the roof.

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R evolt of tlze Muglugs. 261 Six muglugs were there-five belonging to the household, and the giant that had so recently answered to the orders of Lumley. They had wrecked all they could get their hands on, and were now bent on wrecking themselves. A wonderf_ul battle it was, the five inferior machines hurling themselves upon the silver Titan, seeking to make it the first victim of their subconscious fury. The broken helve of the ax was in the giant's hands, and it lunged and countered with the splintered stick, now left, now right, now in front, and now behind. At last, pressed too closely, the Titan hurled away the helve, caught up the dapper little valet muglug, and whirled it in a circle by the heels. [)own went the automatons, and when the last of the four had fallen, the valet was hurled from the roof, hea9long into the street below. Standing on the parapet, the silver giant leaped after its last victim, alighting on the pavement with a mighty din. Lumley and Kinch crew near the brink and looked over. To their amaze, the ten-foot machine was upon its feet, staggering along the thoroughfare, still fighting with every muglug chance threw in its

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Revolt of the Mugfugs. way. But the end of the silver muglug was close at hand. Like a derelict of space, a muglug came hurtlin g earthward from a capsized air-ship, struck the giant, and both were smashed to fragments. Yet even then the wondrous mechanism of the huge 12uppet gave a last death rattle before yielding up the !>Ubconscious ray that had vivified it and made it the perfection of its kind. "There is danger up here, Lumley," said the detective, white of face and tremulous of speech. "If one of those steel things were to fall on either of us, farewell to all hopes of reaching nineteen hundred !" "If anything should drop on the time coupe!" exclaimed Lumley. "That would be the next worst disaster that could happen to us." "Let's hope for the best," said Kinch. "There's no telling what will happen during this reign of terror; anything seems possible." "Look up there," gasped Lumley, his gaze fixed aloft. Kinch followed his companion's eyes. The a ir was swarming with flying machines; some were dartingin an erratic, zigzag course, some were

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Revolt of tlze Muglugs. colliding with others and dropping earthward, com plete wrecks, and some were picking their way carefully through the tangle and depositing human freight on convenient house-tops, then ranging crazily upward and courting destruc tion. One craft flew for the roof-top of the house of Tibilus. When it came close Lumley discovered that it was the Aurora. His apprehensions were at once aroused, but became quieter when he saw but a single passenger aside from the muglug. That passenger was the Explainer General himself. At the coping, Tiburos was made to disembark by the menacing actions of the muglug. He stepped to the roof, and the Aurora turned her beak aloft. A new ship had winged into the thick of the clustering machines, a frightful flier with scaly, glistening sides, pierced with loopholes from which peeped the black muzzles of a dozen can non. A muglug stood at each gun. Presently forked lightnings shot from the muz on eitfier side. No report accompanied the

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264 Revolt of t/ze Muglugs. terri fie broad s ides, and every stricken ship plunged from the vault, torn and riven. The air cleared, and the winged destroyer flew on. "The muglugs have stolen a gunboat belonging to the air navy, and not a machine will be left afloat. 'All our pomp of yesterday is one with Nineveh and Tyre!' Gentlemen, gentlemen, this is a woful day for New York!" It was the melancholy Tiburos who spoke. His face was gray with anxiety and sorrow. "The muglug seemed careful to put you in a place of safety," said Kinch. "That is the strange part of it'. So far as I c a n learn , the muglugs have been careful to spare human life. But they rend like crazy animals. This glorious city will be left a com plete ruin!" "You have yourselves to blame," spoke up Lumley. "You nursed the viper in your bosom, invented it into perfection, and rendered it ca pable of all this fearful work. A mug lug is a good servant but a bad master." \ •"That comes with ill grace from you,

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Revolt of the Muglugs. ley," responded Tiburos. "The pr!nciples laid down by you are responsible for this ha voe." "The principles are not at fault," answered Lumley, with wan:nth; " e responsibility rests upon the shoulders of those who misapplied them." I "Your sophistry, sir--" "There is no sophistry about it. If you had used my discoveries to benefit the whole people instead of a privileged few, this dread upheaval would not have occurred." "It would not have occurred if that madman, Tibilus, had not won the office of Head Center." "Tibilus," answered Lumley, drawing himself to his full height, "is the greatest man of the age!" "He's the greatest villain unhung !" was the hot rejoinder. "He was once my friend, I am sorry to say, know him for what he is."' "Time will render a different verdict," said Lumley, with quiet confidence. "Irrespective of what time may do, the verdict of the people is death, and the hours of Tibilus are numbered." "Then he will be a martyr.", I I

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/ 266 Revolt of t!te Mug-lugs. "Perhaps not the only 'martyr,' Lumley," sneered Tiburos. "Just what do you mean, Mr. Tiburos ?" "In the main, I ain done with explanations . The office of Explainer General has become a dead-letter. In the mountains to the west lives a _man who is au inventor and who spends his time lamenting because there is nothing left to invent. In my own case, I might lament because there is nothing left to explain. But there is this to make plain to you, Lumley, namely, that Tibilus may not prove the only martyr. The city holds you jointly responsible with him for all this devastation. A mob is now pr,eparing to blow down the iron doors leading to the office of Head Center, and another mob is coming this way, looking for you." "For me?" "Aye! In my official capacity I learned of it. [)aughter Tibijui persuaded me to come hither and warn you. I should not have done it, for duty plainly points me in an exactly opposite di rection. If you are in t11is house . within a quarter of an hour from now, you will t '! taken and put to death with a thunderbolt hurled from an

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... Revolt of the Muglugs. electric gun-that is, if the muglugs leave us any electric guns." Lumley had a consuming desire to know more . about electric guns, but before he could put a question . under that head a chorus of angry cries floated up to them from the street. Tiburos peered over coping. "The mob is entering the lower part of the house,'' he said coldly. Lumley started to look for himself, but Kinch held him back with a firm hand. "What am I to do?" cried . Lumley, looking about him in dismay. "I care not what you do." said Tiburos. "I warned you, as I promised daughter Tibi jul I would do. Go where you will, but go quickly, if you would save yourself." "This way, Lumley," said Kinch. "I can do you a good turn now, and I welcome the tunity. The mob will never get you-trust to prevent that." . Catching Lumley's arm, the detective hurried! him to the adjoining roof-top.

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\ . CHAPTER XXL THE RESOURCES OF KINCH. Through the roof door of the neighboring house Kinch and Lumley made their way. If was no time to stand upon ceremony, as they . both realized. Lumley was bewildered by the peril which so suddenly confronted him, and yielded himself wholly into the detective's hands. Nothing ever bewildered Kinch. Even when the giant muglug chased him with an ax Kinch was nqt bewildered. He was sim ply out of expedients, that is all. The house in which the two found themselves was wrecked as completely as the one they had just left. No one interfered with their passage through dwelling; in fact, no one even ap peared to speak tp them, although they heard occupants in one of the rooms. When near the street-door, Kinch tore down a silken hanging, and muffled Lumley in it from head to heels.

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The Resources of Kinch. "This is the time a costume of the period would be a decided benefit to you," remarked the detective; "but as you aren't equipped with one, we'll have to make shift to get along without." The detective still wore his bloomers and di mim:!:ive hat-the muglug disguise not having interfered with them to any appreciable extent. "We'll have to put up a bold front," said he, "and I think the colony house is the best port we can make for in this storm." . He was on the point of pressing the spring that shot the door downward when some one on the other side saved him the trouble. Lumley's heart dropped into his shoes like lead when he saw some of the mob in front and half a dozen men commg m. . "We're after Lumley," panted one. "So?" answered Kinch coolly. "Don't you know he's staying with Tibilus ?" "Yes, but we want to get to the roof of the house of Tibilus from the top of thjs orie. Can we?" "You can; go along the corridor and right up the stairs." "Down with Lumley!" screeched the crowd.j

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270 The Resources of Kz'nck. pushing into the house on the heels of the six leaders. "Down ' With Lumley!" roared Kinch. "Say it," he whispered in Lumley's ear. • "Down with Lumley!" faltered the philoso pher. "Now, then," muttered the detective, as the last of the men dashed past them, "out we go. Brace up, Lumley! They haven't got you yet, and they're not going to get you-my word for it." Lumley never knew exactly how they reached the colony house. He relied wholly Upon Kinch, and Kinch did not fail him. The people they passed on the street were too much excited to pay any attention to the figure shrouded in a silk portiere, personally conducted by a man ostensibly of that period. Public at tention was not to be cajoled by trifles on that day of tremendous happenings. The door of the colony house flew open in front of Kinch and Lumley, Jim Mortimer show1 ing himself across the threshold. The newspa1 per man was armed with a weapon shaped like a broom, but made of metal.

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The Resources of Ki"nch. standing," laughed the with a fraternal wave of the hand. "Mr. Lumley has convinced me of my error, and I am happy to think that I have already been of some service to him and shall be able to assist him even more before we are out of these trying times." "Mr. Kinch has a very resourceful mind,,, put in Lumley. "I don't know how I should have got along without him. Are the other col onist l' here, Mr. Mortimer?" "All but Mc Williams. He didn't come to dinner, and we're a little uneasy about him. What in the world has happened? I always knew the muglugs had wheels, but I didn't think they were capa ble of anything like this. Come out into the other part of the house." The rest of the colonists, McWilliams, of course, excepted, were in the dining-room, smo kin g their pipes and discussing the situation. The arrival of Lumley, draped with the curtain and accompanied by the Unknown, aroused their intense curiosity. Kinch was presented and the colonists in formed of recent events. Two extra pipes were then furnished t he newcomers, and the po-:

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.The Resources' of K-inch. 273 tent spell of nicotine Lumley's nerves rapidly attained their nor mal condition. "I'm glad you fellows heeded my advice and stayed at home this afternoon," remarked Lum ley. "Did you have any trouble with your muglugs ?" "Did we ?n echoed Rip. 1'W ell, . rather! One of the flying-machine muglugs had been sent to the repair-shops, so there was only one on the roof, but, Lord! it was a host in itself. After wrecking both mach _ ines, it knocked its head to Hinders against the brick chimney. There were two in the house, and they started on the rampage; but we were watching and called the turn on them before they could do much damage. One got away, but we took the other down and sat on it. Jupiter, but the thing put up a fight!" Lindley hurried into an adjoining room and presently returned, dragging a five-foot-six muglug of the third class. The automaton was bound hand and foot, and its interior mechan ism was snarling with the fury of baffled rage: "My, but it's a vicious piece!" excla,imed Lind 'ley. "What do you say, fellows? Suppose we take it apart and see what makes it act so?"

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274 The Resources of Kinch. Poss ibly the sugg estion wold have been car-ried out had not Lumley interfered. 1 "You couldn't find out if you did dissect it,''' said he. "The fault does not lie with the lug, but with Head Center." I "That's what I was telling them," declared Mortimer. "You were next to this trouble, or you would not have been able to transmit that warljling to us. Just what is the matter with Head Center; anyhow?" told them, and as finished, hurried footsteps c o uld be heard on the porch and a loud tattoo was beat on the frpnt door. "Let me in!" cried a voice. "Hurry up, in the r e!" "There's Mac now!" exclaimed Mortimer, and rus hed away to admit the missing colonist. McWilliams was minus his hat, and his clothes I were torn. On reaching the dining-room he fell into a chair with a groan of relief. "Fill me a stein of Export,'' he begged. as near tuckered out as I ever was in my life." The Export revived him, and when he had re gained control of his faculties he caught sight of L umle y and gave him a long stare.

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f Tiu Resourees of Kinch. 275 "You here, Lumley?" he queried. "Great Scott, this is the very worst place . you could have come to!" "Why?" asked Lumley, showing signs of col lapse. "I passed the house of Tibilu ' s just 'as a ti"iob was coming out. Say;, but they were wild, every man of them! 'Where's Ltmlley ?' they yelled, making for me. 'How do I know where Lumley is?' said I. 'He's one of your colony, and you ought to know.' • "I told them I didn't;, but they set on me like a pack of wolves. That's where I lost my hat and got frayed out. Gave 'em the slip, though, and we had a foot-race for about six blocks, when I distanced them. But they're coming h ere -they'll be here sure." Lumley jumped up and began running about the room. "Don't get excited, Lumley,'' said Kinch, in the cool, metho dical manner he reserved for such occasions. "I'm on your side, you know, and we'll dodo-e 'em." b ' "How will we do it?" asked Lumley. "I'm afraid that Tibilus and I are both d oo med."

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The Resources of Kinch. "I don't know about Tibilus, but I can answer for you. I shall not return to nineteen hundred until .l take you with me." . He turned briskly to the colonists. ''Have any of you gentlemen an extra suit of clothes you could lend Lumley?', Half a dozen spoke up, among them Mortimer. "You're nearest Lumley's size," said the de tective to the latter. "Take Lumley away and get him into his new outfit, then throw his old clothes down to me, hat and all. Look sharp, now ! There's not very much time, and we have plenty to do." "I'll fix Lumley out in a couple of shakes,'" said Mortimer. "Come on, old man!" They hurried up-stairs, and presently Morti mer sang out from the second floor : "Here are the clothes, Kinch!" A sound o:B 'falling garments was heard in the hall. "I fired the hat along with . 'em. Want the shoes?" "Yes." "And stockings?" "Never mind the stockings." The shoes came bumping to the lower floor. Kinch ran out, gathered the outfit up in his arms. and flew back to the dining-room .

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The Resources of Kinch. "You fellows can help me," he said. are we to do?" , asked Ripley. "Take the ropes off the muglug and hold it." "You intend to--" "Diguise it as Lumley." A roo.r of laughter greeted the announcement. and the colonists fell upon the tnuglug. By the time the two came back from up-stairs the steel man was completely equipped in Lumley's garments, from shoes to hat. "A dead ringer for cried Rip. "Listen!" whispered Lumley, his ears keen to detect app,roaching danger. "The mob is com mg!" So it was. Kinch raced to a front window and saw half a hundred frenzied men pouring in at the gate, traversing the walk, and mounting the porch. Their passions were at the boiling-point, and they were shouting in fierce voices : t "Lumley! Give us Lumley!" "Down with Lumley!" "Kill him! Don't let him escape!" An assault was made on the door, so impetu-. ...

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The Resources vf Kz'nch. ous that it , was almost burst from its hinges. Kinch opened the window. "Are you men after Lumley?" he asked. "Yes!" whooped a wild chorus of voices. "He's in there, we know he's in there." "Do you wan.t any of the others belonging to this colony besides Lumley?" demanded Kinch. "No." "Then retire to the gate and we'll -push Lum ley out the front door." A consultation between the leaders of the mob followed. Finally the proposition was accepted , although not without .some misgivings, and th e mob retreated to the ' outer walk. "Open the door and turn Lumley ioose," calle d I Kinch, in a loud voice. "We can't allow one man, to imperil the lives of all the others . " Ripley, Mortimer, McWilliams, and Lindle y bore the struggling muglug to the door. Lumley unlocked and opened the door, and the disguised muglug was cast adrift. The very excitement of the mob aided in the Cleception. From the windows Lumley watched proceedings with the rest of the colonists. A roar of triumph through the ranks of

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The Resources of Kinch. 279 'the rabble, behaved very much as a r900 mob would have behaved under like circum $tances. As the muglug raced down the steps toward the gate, the crowd at the latter precipi tated itself in the direction of the fleeing object. The automaton swerved to the right, swept four or five of its enemies clear from their feet, 1Vaulted over the fence, and was off down the street like a shot from a gun. The colonists be gan to exult, but in the midst of their delight a heartbroken wail clssailed their ears. The wail proceeded . from Lumley. He was staring frantically at Kinch. "What's the matter now?" queried the deitective. "That-that confession," returned Lumley. "What of it?" "It-it is in the pocket of my coat. I was so excited that I-I forgot to remove it!" And Jasper Kinch-well, he swore. Not in a muffled voice, but loudly and with great abandon. , /

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CHAPTER XXII. TIBILUS PAYS THE PENALTY. The astute Kinch rarely gave way as he did then. Nor was it long before he had himself well in hand again. Rushing to the door, he threw it wide open. "Where are you going?" asked a dqzen voices, in one breath. "To get that coat, if I can." "They'll kill.you when they find out the trick that was played on them," said Mortimer. "No, they won't. I wasn't born to be killed by a howling mob of the year two thousand! The rest of you fellows remain here and look after Lumley-I'm off." The door banged and Kinch was gone. Dressed as he was in the style of the period, he knew tha t he would escape notice in the general turmoil. On reaching the walk in front, he took after the mob at his bestspeed. The muglug wa s well in the lead a nd was increasing the dista nce between itself and its pursuers.

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Tz"bz1us Pays tlze Penalty. 28r Presently the steel man rounded .a corner, and up to that moment, so far as the detective cou ld see, it was anybody's race. In the year 2000 sprinting was a lost art, and Kinch was able to overtake the mob two blocks after the turn. Then it was that he discovered a new danger menacing the muglug. A number of citizens were grouped on a corner, ahead of the automa ton, and the shouts of the pursuers arrested their attention. Quickly divining what was in the wind, the group in advance spread out with the evident in tention of trying conclusions with the charging fugitives. Tims, figuratively speaking, the muglug found itself between the devil and the deep sea. One horn of the dilemma had to be taken, and the automaton quite properly chose to keep straight on and do battle with the lesser number ahead than with the horde behind. The detect iv e hea r d the clash, and from the swirl of combat s aw t h e irrepress i ble m u g lu g presently emerge in its sh irt-s l eev e s, and b o u n d aroun d another corner into a sid e street, wh e r e it hurled it self 'forward at renew ed spe ed.

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Tibilus Pays the Penalty . Four of the group that had tried to stop the mech a nical figure lay on the pavement in various stages of dilapidation; the others joined the rest of the mob and plunged on. Kinch paused long enough to pick up the coat, trans er the precious document which he found in an inner pocket to his own person, then dropped the coat and continued the chase, to se e what fate finally overtook the muglug. The latter was making for a tower in an open plaza, three blocks away. Kinch had no idea what this stone tower was until the panting cries of those around him furnished the clue. aThe Universal Tube! He's making the tube station! Now we'll get him." Kinch chuckled. Even that hand-to-hand set to had not revealed to the excited people the fact that they were pursuing a counterfeit Lumley. As the detective drew nearer the tower he saw , in letters ' so large that he who ran might read , this inscription above the open entrance way : '"Universal Tube Station," and underneath, th e words: "Daily Drops by Comfortable Cars to China and Way Stations." In the center of the tower. was a great cage,

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Tibilus Pays the Penalty. thirty feet in diameter, enclosing a platform. The platform was ten feet wide, and bordered the twenty-foot opening of the great bore that pierced the earth from surface to surface. What was the mug lug intending to do? Already the crowd was beginning to exult over the anticipated capture. "He can't catch a train," shouted a man on the detective's left; "there's only train a day, and it dropped this morning. We've got him, sure." The muglug, "'as before, seemed to know ex actly the course it intended to take. Reaching the cage, it made a breach in the woven wires with its strong leaped through, sprang across the platform, and stood on the brink of the yawning chasm. A moment only was it poised on the edge. Then, lifting its hands above its .head, pali:n to palm, it dived head downward into a dizzy depth of eight thousand miles! The pursuing mob halted in awestruck wonder. The tumultuous shoutings died away as by magic, each man peering into the face of his neighbor

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Ti'bz'lus Pays the Penalty. and marveling at the frenzy which could inspire such a deed of self-destruction. Lumley was gone! The great Everson Lumley, author of "The Possibilities of the Subcon scious Ego," whose discoveries had worked such wonders and such havoc in that year of grace 2000! ."What will become of him?" inquired Kinch of a stunned individual who was looking un spoken things into his face. "Why," answered the man, brushing one hand across his forehead, "if he is unaccountably alive when he gets four thousand miles down, the con flict of gravitation will hold him pendent until the rushing cars strike him full-tilt and force his frayed and lifeless form back to the surface again. The man was mad, mad!" "Better that than a thunderbolt from an electric gun," retu:ned Kinch, then whirled and made his way cheerily back to the colony house. "Did you get it?" cried . Lumley, as the detective appeared. "I always get whatever I go after," was the complacent response, as the important paper was

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Tz'ln'lus Pays the Penalty. handed over. "Take better care of that in the future, Lumley. It means much to you." "It shall never go out of my possession again," said Lumley, as he. pinned the document into the pocket of his borrowed coat. "I mustn't stay here any longer," he added. "'i\Then that of people finds out what a trick has been played on them they'll return." "They won't find it out, Lumley; consequently they'll not pay the colony house another visit." "What's the. reason they won't find it out?" asked Ripley. "Because Lumley's dead." "Dead?" Lumley exclaimed. "How did it hap pen?" "At the Universal Tube. You fought your way through your pursuers, distanced them, ran to the tube-station, crashed through the cage around the hole, stood on the brink for half a second, and then threw yourself in, head first." A gasp of astonishment went up from the colonists. "Is that what the muglug did?" queried Mortimer. "That's what it did; and not a soul in the moli

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, T-ibzlus Pays the Penalty. found out that it 'Yasn't Lumley. You're a dead one, Lumley, so far as this age is concerned. If you want to live once more you've got to g . o back to nineteen hundred; It won't be safe for you to come to life in this day and age of the world." "As it is with Lumley," chimed in Mortimer, "so with the rest of us. If any of us want to live, we shall have to get back to our own times." "Is there of us who wouldn't go, if he could?" asked McWilliams. l . "Not a soul," added another. "I've had my fill of this blooming era," said Lumley. "It's an acquired taste, and a man from 'way back can't jump in on it and appreciate it. Old nineteen hundred is good enough for me." "Me, too," came from the others. "If we could only get back," sighed Mortimer. "You can," spoke up Lumley. "How?" came the breathless chorus. "Why, I invite you all to go back with me." "If that's a joke, Lumley," growled i.ams, "it's a joke of doubtful taste." "It's no joke, gentlemen, I assure you," per-

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Tzhzlus Pays the Penalty. sisted Lumley. "All I have \o do is to reverse t e movement of the time coupe in which I atri ved." \ "And you can really "take us back ?" cried Lindley. "I can, and I will!" The delight of the colonists knew no bounds. In the midst of the general rejoicing the detective found it necessary _ to impress a !orgotten fact upon their minds. "Lumley's intentions are good, but he's not able to take you all back with him." "Not able?" echoed the colonists, in sudden Ciismay. "That's what I said. The capacity of the time coupe is limited, and no more than four can crowd! I into it." , . ,. . .\ "Couldn't we get on top," suggested McW1lliams desperately, "or hang underneath, or some-1 . thing?" "Impossible! Your brains would be dashed . out by the equatorial ring." "How about this, Lumley?" came an aggrieved chorus.

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288 Ti'bzlus Pays the Penalty. At that moment Lumley's great mind was at work leveling the unforeseen obstacle. He took several turns about the . room, hands clasped be hind him, and chin bowed on his breast-all in the most approved manner characteristic of deep think i ng. "There's a way! ' " he cried, at last, facing the coloni sts with sparkling eyes. "\Vhat is it?" came hopefully from the dere licts. "It takes the coupe only teP minutes to travel through a hundred years of time. Kinch and I and Mortimer and Mc Williams will return to nineteen hundred and then send the machine back after the rest of you." A whoop of delight interrupted Lumley. "That's the ticket!" "Eas y enougp !" "Hurrah for Lumley!" ''Three cheers for the time coupe!" The colonists caught hold of hands and danced around and around, Lumley and Kinch in the center. Then once more the detective had to inje c t a little hard reality into the proceedings.

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Ti'b zlus Pays the Penalty. "Every muglug in the city went on a smashing expedition this afternoon," said he, "and who knows but that the time coupe has shared in the general destruction?" "Oh, say,'' growled Ripley, "for a cold-water throwe r you take the bakery." ''Do yo u think anything could possibly happen to the machine?" asked Lumley, in a nervous ch ill. "Ko, I don't think so,"" answered the impertur b b le Kinch; "the only muglug qualified to d o ;my devastating wo k at Doctor Kelpie's is the one I waylaid, imocked down, and stripped of its works when I disgui se d myself for the pur pose of follow _ing you to the house of Tibilus. But other rnuglugs may have entered the ruin, or a muglug may. have iiropped on it from an air ship-they were fairly raining down this after-. noon-or an air-ship may have fallen on it, or one--" "Oh, bother!" cried Lindley. "Let's not cross any bridges until we get t.o them. The way to find out whether this time annihilator is all right or not is to go to Doctor Kelpie's and see for our:elves . "

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Tibz"lus Pays the Penalty . "And when we go," added Ripley, "let's go prepared for the trip." -"That's the idea!" cried Mortimer, starting from the room. "Get your books, fellows! It's now or never!" As one man the colonists rushed away. They returned presently, each with a manuscript . under his arm. "All ready?" inquired Lumley. They were, and so expressed themselves. "Don't you want to take leave of the old house?" asked Mc Williams. "Take leave of it?" echoed Mortimer. "Why, we shall see it again back where we're going. Don't waste any time in u s eless sentiment. The quicker we start the better." As a precaution 1\fortimer locked the front door on the outside and put the key in his pocket. In order to reaclJ. Doctor Kelpie' s house it was necessary to pass a great square, the remains of what had once been Central Park. As he was thought to be dead, Lumley could not feel any great misgivings so far as his own safety was concerned. He was disguised in Mor timer's best suit, and the only way he could be

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TilJi/us Pays the Penalty. 291 identified was by an actual count of the colonists ' by one who knew their number. It was not to be supposed that any one would make such a count. As before stated, the mighty events of the afternoon had excluded the consid eration of trifles. In proceeding toward the square-which was situated at about the spot where the swan-boats used to rendezvous-the party observed a gen e10al movement of people in the direction they were taking. Mortimer asked one of the citizens what the trend squareward betokened? The citizen gave him a surprised look. "Why, I thought everybody in the city knew that," was the reply. "The Law and Order men • have sucoeeded in getting hold of Tibilm; and are about to make an example of him. The Head Ceqter ruined more property this day than a geri cr.ation can replace-and. it was .all done in less than three hours. Transmits are going to the Middle West in a flood asking for mechanics of all kinds, and they'll be here to-morrow by the million--" Lumley could not repress a faint cheer. The

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-, Tzoz"lus Pays the Penalty. citizen gave him a quick look, but the sound 0 many voices from the square called his attention and he hurried on. "Careful, Lumley," warned Kinch, in an undertone . "You came within one of giving your self away then." , Lumley repressed his exultation. But he could n o t help marveling that in the very breath in which . the citizen told of the fate to be wreaked on Tibilus, he h a d also t o ld of the success of Tib ilus' cherished plan. The Head Center was noti t o die in vain! In the middle of the square a high platform h a d been erected, and a vast crowd was surging about the beams that supported this temporary . stage. Upon the platform, in plain view of every eye , stood Tibilus, his head bare, hi s arms bound at his back, confronted by a firing squad with electric guns. There was not a sign of nervousness or fear about the great man. In every resped he bore him s elf like the triumphant general he was. What he had set out tq do, he had accom plished. In that city of New York his daring course had proved an entering wedge that was

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1i'bzlus Pays tlte Penalty. 293 to split apart the hideous fallacies of the whole country. Lumley, Kinch, Mortimer, and the rest of the party pushed and elbowed their way to within fi{ty feet of the and were so close that they could hear and see all that was said and done. peculiar exaltation thrilled throu.gh every fiber of Lumley's body. There, on that rude stage, was about to occur the greatest demon stration and test his theories had ever received. A human life was to be yielded up on the altar of the subconscious ego. The ecstasy of the mo ment was in Lumley's soul, and he felt as though he should like to stand shoulder to shoulder with Tibilus. Carried away as he was, he might have been guilty of some rash step had not a diversion been caused. Presently Lumley saw another man on the platform besides the firing squad and the con demned reformer. This man was Tilmros ! He had not come there out of a morbid curi osity to see how his friend should die, but to act in an official capacity. Besides the title of Ex-

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294 ' Tz"Czlus Pa;1s the Penalty. plainer Generaf, Tiburos bore several others which gave him a more intimate connection with affairs of state. Destiny had so thrown the cards that Tiburos was called upon, ex officio, to witness the execu tion of his bqyhood friend, and to make affidavit thereof for filing in the state archives. To 19ok al the two men one wemid have thought Tiburos the condemned and 'Fibilus the overseer of the execution. The former wa. s pale, weak, and wretched of mind, wfiile the b .earing of the latter was lofty and fearless, and he met the sh if ting eyes of his friend with a genial smile. "Have you to say, Tibilus," inquired Tiburos, in half-audible tones, "before the sentence is carried out?" "A few words only, Tiburos," was the calm re qponse; "I want to go down with the sun." Tibilus turned an instant toward the west, but quickly again faced the front of the platform. "The day is dying, citizens, but we are at the threshold of a newer and a better day. As for myself, I have no complaints. Sentence of death has been passed upon me, and it is right, perhaps, that this is so. One who Fras defied the laws,

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Tr.'bz"lus Pays the Pmalty. 295 howsoever righteous his aim, should suffer by the laws. "I hold it a crime, in this age, for a man to I die rich"-he drew from his bosom a packet of I have executed a number of deeds which leave me penniless. Much of my property I have this day destroyed, but there is nearly a billion doll ars still left in real estate. "The artisans who have been summoned fro m the Middle West will bring little with them a s ide from the clothe s on their backs , and to thes e m en I shall n o t give libr aries , nor for them sh all I endo w universities, nor build art-galleries . Cul ture comes from within, not from witflout, and the libraries would not be appreciated, the cost of a university education would be beyond the rea ch of the toiler, and there would be no time to loll on cushions and enjoy the works of old masters. "What real estate I leave is to be converted into cash, invested in Sunshine stock, and the in come is to be divided pro rata among the la borers Df New York. If they want books and pictures they can buy them for themselves, and if they want a university education I give them the means. Tiburos I appoint my executor."

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Tz'bilus Pays the -Penalty. He turned and gave the deeds into the of his friend. "This," he went on, "I believe to be the only true method of giving, for I do not give the la borer what I want him to have, but what he himself wants. That is , all I care to say, and I thank you for your attention. I am sorry if I have caused you any but you must all learn the God-given truth that Man, not the Machine, is paramount; the human being and not the muglug. The work of this republic is the making of the Man, not money." signed that he was done, and the ropes, which Tiburos had for the moment taken from his hands, were replaced. Amid the solemn hush he was placed at the edge of the pfatform. The guns of the firing squad were at their shoulders. Twice did . Tiburos attempt to give the signal that was to end his old friend's life, but he could not. "Fire!" It was Tibilus himself who spoke the word, and the lightning leaped from the gun-muzzles, the reformer fell to the platform, and the trag edy was consummated.

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-.....c.---Tz"blus . Pays the Penalty . 297 Then, from somewhere, a shrill voice broke the silence: "Lumley-Everson--" Every man in the party of colonists gave a startled jump. Who was it that had pierced the disguise and identified Lumley? The crowd began to murmur, and murmur grew into a roar. Off to the right, over the heads of the people, Lumley saw a pair of bristling braids, surmounted by red ribbon bows, and rising, after the prevailing fashion, over a small hat of the period . He turned. "Get me out of this," he whispered to Kinch, "or there'll be more work for those electric guns."

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CHAPTER XXIII. BACK TO TH:e OLD TIME:S. Kinch was at his wits' end. Hemmed in by the vast crowd as they were, how was Lumley to be rescued? It was generally understood that Lumley was ' four thousand miles away, somewhere about the center of gravitation, midway b _ etween the United States ahd China. He was not ex back until the next train in the Universal , Tube arrived from the other side. It was this general understanding that saved Lumley, aided and abetted by the reluctance of Miss Tibijul to follow up her slip of the tongue and point him out to those around her. Like the public at large, Miss Tibijul had be Lumley dead. The unexpected sight of him had brought the words unwittingly from her lips. The colonists, in hollow square with Lumley in the center, fought their way through the press. rthe hostilities in which they were forced to m-

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-Back to the Old Times. 299 dulge aroused anger, and anger brought reprisals in kind. Fists were freely used, and the give and take was kept up merri1y until the edge of the dense crowd was reached. "Take to your legs," said Kinch. "Follow me!" The detective was too shrewd to run in the direction of Doctor Kelpie's house, but made in the direction of the colony dwelling. "What are you going this way / for?" askedl Ripley. "To throw 'em off the track. They're after; us, hammer and tongs." The wisdom of the move was soon apparent. A large crowd had started in pursuit, voicingi . . menacmg cries. "Kill the aliens t" "Down with the rainbow-chasers!" "They were friends of Lumley's t Open on them with the electric guns!" At the last shout, a thunderbolt hissed !Kinch' s head, almost blinding him. He whirled around a corner, traversed the

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Back to the Old Tz'mes. block, and whirled again. Next he darted down a byway, and had soon evaded the clamorous c rowd. Darkness was falling, and this was a great help to the fleeing colonists. "It is now time to make for Doctor Kelpie's house by the shortest cut," said Kinch. "I'm a little mixed, myself. Can you guide us, Mor timer?" "Sure!" "Then take the lead." Mortimer sprang to the front, and in fifteen minutes had his panting and perspiring friends at the old r . uin. Bursting open the door, they rushed in in a body. "Wait here," said Kinch, halting at the top of the basement stairs. "I'll have to get the ring." "What ring?" queried Mortimer. "The one that belongs to the time coupe. The machine won't run without it." Kinch bounded down the stairs. He was gone an age, it seemed to Lumley and his friends, and at last they heard a baffled shout from below. "vVhat's wrong?" cried Lumley, his heart in his throat.

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Back to the Old Tmes. 301 . "I had hidden the ring among all this pl un-der belonging to the air pirates--. " "Well?" "The plunder is gone and so is the ring!" Lumley dropped to the floor with a hollow groan. "Did the pirates take do you think?" asked Mortimer. "Don't know. It's dark as a stack of black cats down here, and I can't see a thing." Mortimer had a pocket-can of compressed light. He opened it and leaped downward. In a few moments a cry of triumph floated up to the breathless men above. ' 'Have you found it?" shouted Ripley. "Yes; it was leaning against the wall. The pirates probably didn't think it worth taking." Lumley revived at once and got to his Presently Mortimer and Kinch appeared, bearing the ring between them. "Now for the time coupe," said Lumley, vaulting up the other flight. "What if it shouldn't be there?" asked Mc Williams. Lumley groaned again at the dire suggestion,

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302 Back to the Old Times. but flew onward. He was quickly on the rooflike projection, and a thankful exclamation dropped from him when he saw the dark outlines of the machine standing uninjured in its old place. The ring was soon adjusted, and Lumley popped into the coupe and then popped out again. "It isn't fair," said he, "for me to go first. S ome of you other fellows--" "No, you don't," Mortimer flung back; "you're i n more danger than any of the rest of us. In with yo1:1, and be quick." "Show us how the thing is operated before. yo u get inside," said Lindley. Lumley showed them how to turn the switch and press the button; then he and Kinch and Mortimer and McWillia,ws entered the coupe . They fom'ld they could squeeze in two more, and L indley and Ripley followed. "Press the button," said Kinch. "The quicker :we're off, the better for all hands." "In twenty minutes, gentlemen,''. remarked Lumley to those outside, after the button had been pressed, "the coupe will be back for the res t o f you." "In case anything should go wrong," rctun1ed

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Back to tlt e Old Tz"mes . a voice from the roof, "you might take our book s ' on the first load. Accidents are ah ays liable to happen, you know." "Hand 'em in," said Mortimer. The books were pushed into the overloade d machine. W h en the last manuscr ipt had bee n r e c eived , t h e buzzing began and the eq u a t o r ia l r ing started to revolve . The sensati ons experienced by Kinch and L u mley on their fir s t trip in the c o up e m a de them selves felt in the nerves and brains of all the passengers. It was fully two minutes before any one recovered and was able to speak. . "It's a big load for the coupe," said Mortimer. "\Vhat if it sho uld break down?" "\Ne' d be left stranded somewhere thi s side of the place we're aiming for, " returned Kinch. "What are those flashes?" asked Ripley . "Each flash represents an interval of twentyour hours." 1 "Jupiter! " exclaimed Mortimer. "There's a who le lot going on outside. vVe're going s o fast I can't make out what's happening. \i\ ' hen we came over the route we came blindfolded, 9o to speak."

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Back to the Old Times. On this backward trip, the chain of events was followed from the other end, the trail being re versed. "Will it be night or day when we reach nine teen hundred?" inquired Ripley. "That's hard to tell," answered Lumley. "We aim to cover just a hundred years, but we may be a few hours ahead or behind schedule. When I made the trip out I left Doctor Kelpie at night and got to two thousand in the early morning, but was only ten minutes on the road." While they were talking, the machine came to a shivering halt. Through the windows they could see nothing but pitchy darkness. A zigzag flash suddenly lightened the scene, and a terrific crash followed. Against the win dows of the coupe drove slanting lines of rain. "We've reached home in a storm," said Rip ley," that is, if we have reached home." Lumley pushed open the door nearest him . "Hello, the house!" he called. "Doctor Kel pie ! I say, doctor!" A patch of light showed itself in the wall be hind the coupe, and in the glare stood the mis shapen form of the doctor.

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B a ck t o t he Old Tzmes . . 30 5 "Vv' hat ! " cr ie d D o c t o r K elpie. " I s t hat you, Lumley?" "Yes. " "Back again? You don't m ea n to say yo u h ave c ome back? " "Yes, I do, and I'm glad to get b
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Back to the Otd Tmes. switch, and sending the machine off on its sec ond round trip. Before he could open the door, however, ai livid bolt shot out of the heavens, followed by a crash that shook the h0J.1se and threw every one in the study to his knees. h".:!1.!Se :s' gasped the doctor, as soon as he was able to speak. "It has been struck by light ning!" "It hasn't been hurt much," spoke up Kinch. "This building was standing_ in a tolerable state of preservation a hundred years hence, so that bolt couldn't have caused much damage." Lumley was again on his feet, his hand on the door-knob. "I must make haste," he said. "If anything should happen to those fellows over there in the year two thousand, I should never forgive my self." He opened the door, and a flickering glare struck on his eyes. With a cry of dismay, he drew back. "\Vhat 1s the matter?" asked the doctor anxiously.

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Back to the Old Times. "The coupe!" faltered Lumley, in an agonized tone. They all hastened to the door and looked out. On roof lay the coupe, riven and torn asun der. Blue flames were licking at every part, hissing savagely as they fought with the rain.

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CHAPTER XXIV. COMFORTING REFLECTIONS. Two days later Lumley sat in the doctor's study, on the ?ame couch where he had r epos ed when the doctor had rescued him from K inch five days before. Lumley was dejected. There was a l ook of melancho ly on his face. "So you cannot build another time coupe?" aske d Lumley, in spiritless tones. " Jo, my dear fellow," answered Doctor Kel . p :e. "Thirty years of my life went into the h1ilding of that masterpiece." "Couldn't I you build another? Betwee n n s, perhaps, we could do the work in fiftee n ''C:1 r s." "It could not be done. Aside from the me c k mical labor, other things went to the building o f that machine-certain things, Lumley, which I ransacked the world to find." " I will get the materials! Tell me where to go and I--" "Impossible! I secured the last of them."

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Comforting .Rejlectzons. "And is there no hope for those men, lost in those trying times of the years to come?" "None. They must adapt themselves to their environment." "\!Vhat will they think o f me?" cried Lumley. "They will think, one of them suggested when you and the others started, that some accident befell the coupe and made it impossible for you to carry out your plans. Rest content with what you have done, Lumley. Take refuge in philo sophy. You have done your best, and an gel s could do no more." Lumley sighed. "I must be content, I suppose. Those lost rainbow-chasers sent back their manuscripts, and, if they are not rejected by the publishers, the books--" "There you have it, my friend. Posterity will know these lost men through their writings. The fame shou ld suffice." "Fame," said Lumley, thinking of the statue to himself that was to be erected in the Pleasure Gardens in time to come, "is not always what we would like it to be. Some phases of it, in fact? are worse than no fame whatever."

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<;omf orting Refiections. "True. But things are as they are. You have everything to content you, so do not be cast do w n. You snatched four. of these wanderers back to their own times." "But I did not write out answers to your ques tions. " " One of the four will answer those questions for me. Mortimer has already proffered his services." "You can depend on Mortimer, Doctor Kelpie. He's a newspaper man, aind hiis mind has prob ably stored away all that you care to find out." "I think so. But your greatest triumph, Lumley, was in proving y our own innocence of that bank robbery. Kinch has captured this Osborne, confronted him with his own confession, and the fellow has acknowledged his guilt. Don't you think you were well repaid for your trip to the year two thousand?" "Yes," answered Lumley, "but I cannot recall the year two thousand without a shudder." THE END. No. 5 of the ADVENTURE LIBRARY, "The Gold Gleaners," is written by William WaiHace Cook.

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MERRIWELL SERIES 29-Frank Merriwell's Struggle .............. By Burt L. Standish 30-Frank Merrlwell's First Job ............ By Burt L. Standish 31-Frank Merrlwell's Opportunity .•.... , ... Burt L. Standish 32-.ll'rnnk Merrlwell's Hard Luck .......... By Burt L. Standish 33-Frank Merrlwell's Protegli .............. By Burt L. Standish 34-Frank Merrlwell on the Road .......... By Burt L. Standish 35-Frank Merriwell's Own Company ........ By Burt L. Standish 3G-Frnnk Merriwell's Fame •............... By Burt L. Standish 37-Frank Merrlwell'e College Chums ........ By Burt L. Standish 38-Frank Merriwell's Problem •...... .... ... By Burt r.. Standish 39-Frank Merrlwell's Fortune .............. By Burt• L . Standish 40-Frank Merriwell's New Comedian ........ By Burt L. Standish 41-Frank Merriwell's Prosperity ............ By Burt L. Standish 42-Frank Merrlwell's Stage Hit ............ By Burt L. Standish 43-Jj'rank Merriwell's Great Scheme ......... By Burt L. Standish 44-Frank Merrlwell In England .... ......... By Burt L. Standish 45-Frank Merriwell on the Boulevards ....... By Burt L. Standish 4G-Frank Merrlwell's Duel ................. By Burt L. Standish 47-Frank Merriwell's Double Shot .......... By Burt L. Standish 48-Frank Merrlwell's Baseball Victories ..... By Burt L. Standish 49-Frank Merrlwell's Confidence .....•••.... By BuFt L. Standish 50--Frnnk Merriwell's Auto •..........•.•... By Burt L. Standish (il-Il'rank Merriwell's Fun .........•....... By Burt L. Standish 52-Frank Merriwell's Generosity . ........... By Burt L. Standish 53-Frank Merriwell's Tricks ............... By Burt L. Standish 54-Frank Merriwell's Temptation ........... By Burt L. Standish 5"-Frank Merriwell on Top .............•.. By Burt L. Standish 56-Frank Merrlwell's Luck .........•.•..... By Burt L. Standish u7-Frank Merriwell's Mascot ••............. By Burt L. Standish ti8-Frank Merrlwell's Reward .............. By Burt L. Standish o9-Frank Merriwe11's Phantom ....•........ By Burt L. Standish 60--Frank Mertiwell's Faith ...•............ By Burt L . Standish 61-Frank Merri wells' Victories ............. By Burt L. Standish 62---Frank Merriwell's Iron Nerve .......•.•. By Burt L. Standish 63-Frank Merri well In Kentucky . , •.••.... . By L. Standish 64-Frank Merriwell's Power .....••••...... • By Burt L. Standish 65-Frank Merriwell's Shrewdness . •...•..••. 'By Burt L. Standish 66-Frank Merriwell's Set Back ....•.•...... By Burt L. Stnndish 67-Frank Merriwell's Search ....•••••...... By Burt L. Standish 68--Frank Merriw<'ll's Club ......•••........ By Burt L. Standish 69-Frank Merriw<'ll's Trust .........•....... By Burt L. Standish 70-Frank Merriwell's False Friend .......... By Burt L. Standish 71-Frank Merrlwe!l's Strong Arm ••...•••... By Burt L. Stannish 72-Frank Mprriwell as Conch .•....•....•... By Burt L. Standish 7:c!-Fronk Merriwell's Brother ••••••........ By Burt L. Standish 74-Frnnk M erriwell's Marvel ••••••••..•.... By Burt L. Standish 'lo-Frank Merrtwell's Support .••••••••••.. . By Burt L. Standish 7r.-Dirk MerrlwPll At Fardale ..•.....••.... By Burt L. Standish 77 -0ick Merrlwell's Glory ••••••.••..••..•. By Bu r t L. Standish 78-Dirk Promise • . . • • • . . . . ... By Bur t L. Rtandish '19-Dick Merriwell's Rescue .••• , , , • , •• , ••••. B y Burt L. Standish

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MERRI WELL SERIES 80-Dlck Merriwell's Narrow Escape ......... By Burt L. Standls h 81-Dick Merriwell's Racket . . .............. By Burt L. Standish b2-Dick ll1errJwell's Revenge . ........•..... By Burt L. Standish 83-Dick MerriwcU's Ruse ........•.. : ...... By Burt L. Standish 84-Dick Mcrriwc ll"s Delivery ....•....•..... By Burt L. Standish h5-Dick well's Wonders ............... By Burt L . Standish SU-Frank Mcrriwell"s Honor ................ By Burt L. Standish 1!7-Dlck w e ll 's Diamond . ....•......... By Hurt L. Standish Mt•rrl wcll"s \.Yinners . ............. By Burt L. Standish 89-l>iclc J\Jl'rriwell's Dash ............. • ... . By Burt r,. Standish :lil-l)ick M s Ability ......•........ . By Burt L . Standish 91-Utck J\Il'rriwell's Trap .................. By Burt L. Standish U:!-Dick Mcrt='1well's DeCcnse .......•...•.... Hy Burt L . Standish U3-Dick l\J crri welt' s lllot1el ................. Ily Burt L. Standish 91-Dick cr1i well's My stery ............... By Burt L. Standish tlG-l1"'rank we I l's Backers .............. By Burt L. Standish 96-Did< 1\Ierriwl\U's B11ckttop .............. By Burt L. Standish tti-Dkk Merriwell's Western Mission ........ By Burt L. Standish !lb !•'rank JIJ err! well's Rescue ............... By Burt L. Standish 99-Frank llferriwell's ............ By Burt L. Standish JOO-Dick lllerriwcll's Marked Money ......... By Burt L. Standish 101-Frank Merri wel!'s Nomads ............... By Burt L. Standish 102-Dick ]\f(•IT[\\pJ[ Oil the Gridiron .......... By P.urt L. Standish 103-Dick Merri wcll"s Disguise ............... By Burt L. Standish 10!-Dick Merri wrll's Trst ................... ny Burt L. Standish J\!erriwell's Trump ('a rd .. : ....... By Burt L. Standish lO Rockies . . . . . . . . . . Th nu rt L . Standish 120-Dick llierriwr.'ll's Pranks ... .............. By Burt L. Standish 121-Frank P\ide . . . . . . . . . : ...... Ry Burt L . Standish 122-Frank Merriwell's Challengers ......•.... n.v Bnrt L. Standish 12a-Frnnk Mrrriwell's Endurance ....•....... By Burt L . Standish 124-Di k l\Ierriw<>ll's Ci el'rrness . . . . . . . . . . . . . Hy Burt L . Standish Meniwr ll'< . . . .. . . . . . .. . B.v Burt L . Standish 12G-Dick Me riwell. !hr Wizard ............. By Burt L. Rtandish 127-Di<-k Mrrriwrll'e Rtroke .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . By Burt L . Standish !:lS-Dirk Return ........ . ....... By Burt L. Standish ]2[)Dl<-k !-. ' ,. •. ,.i R !'sonrce .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . By Bur t L . Standi s h 130-Dick ,, __ ,.,..,,1,ll's Fhe ...........• ...•... By B u r t L. Standish

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RATTLING GOOD ADVENTURE SPORT STORIES Stories of the Big Outdoors There has been a big demand for outdoor stories, and a very con elderable portion of it has been for the Maxwell Stevens stories about .Jack Lightfoot, the athlete. These stories are not, strictly speaking, stories for boys, but boys everywhere will find a great deal in them to interest them. ALL TITLES ALWAYS IN PRINT 1-Jack Lightfoot, the Athlete ............... By Maxwell Stevens 2--Ja.ck Ligh tfoot's Crack Nine ............. ... By Maxwell Stevens 3-Jack Lightfoot Trapped .....••..•..••.... By Maxwell Stevens 4---Jack Lightfoot's Rival ...•..•••.•..•..... By Maxwell Stevens 5-Jack Lightfoot in Camp .....•.•...••..•... By l\faxwell Stevens 6-Jack Lightfoot's Canoe Trip .............. By Maxwell Stevens 7-Jack Lightfoot's Iron Arm ............... By l\Iaxwell Stevens 8-Jack Lightfoot's Hoodoo .......•.......... By Maxwell Stevens 9-Jack Lightfoot's Decision ............•.... By Maxwell Stevens 10-Jack Lightfoot's Gun Club ................ By l\faxwell Stevens 11-Jack Lightfoot's Blind ......... '.By Maxwell Stevens 12--Jack Lightfoot'• Capture . .By Maxwell Stevens 1S--Jack Ligh tfoot's Head Work ..••••••...•.. By Maxwell Stevens 14-Jack Lightfoot's Wisdom ................. By Maxwell Stevens

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BOOKS THAT NEVER GROW OLD A.lg er Series Clean Adventure Stories for Boys The Most Complete List Published The tollowlng llst does not" contnln all the books that Horatio Alger wrote, but It contains most of them, and c ertainly the best. Horatio Alger is to boys what Chnrles Dickens is to grown-ups. His work Is Just as popular to-day as It was years ago. The books have a quality, the value of which is beyond computation. There are legions of boys of foreign parents who are being helped along the road to true Americanism by reading these books which are so peculiarly American in tone that the reader cannot fall to absorb som e of the spirit of fair play and clean Jiving which Is so characteristically American. In this list will be lnclu( ed certain books by Edward &tratemeyer, Oliver Optic, and other authors who wrote the Alger type of stories, which are equal in Interest and wholesomeness with those written by the fnmous author after which this great line of books for boys Is named. ALL TITLES ALWAYS IN PRINT 1-Driven From Home .................... By Horatio Alger, Jr. 2-b. Conspiracy ................ . By Horatia Alger, Jr. 8-Ned Newton ...... .................... By Horatio Alger, Jr. 4-Andy Gordon ......................... By Horatio Alger, Jr. Ii-Tony, the Trnmp .............. , .. , .... By Horatio Alger, Jr. 6-The Five Hundred Dollar Check ......... By Horatio Alger, Jr. 7-Helping Himself .............. , ....... By Horatio Alger, Jr. 8-Makiug His Way ...................... By Horatio Alger, .Ir. 9 -Try and Trust ................. ....... By Horatio Alger, Jr. 10-0nly an Irish Boy ...................... By Horatio Alger, Jr. 11Jed, the Poorhouse Boy ................. By Horatio Alger, Jr. 12-Cheste r Rand ......................... By Horatio Alge r, Jr. 13-Grit, the Young Boatman of Pine Point . . . By Horatio Alger, Jr. 14-Joe's Luck ............................ B y Horatio Alger, Jr. 15-From Farm Boy to Senator .............. By Horatio Alger, .Tr. lG-The Young Outlaw ................ . . . . By Horatio Alger, Jr. 17-Jack's Ward .......................... By Horatio Alger, Jr. 18-Dean Dunham ........................ Ry Horatio Alger, Jr. lfl-ln a Nt>w World ......... .............. By Horatio Alger, Jr. 20-Both Sides of the Continent ............. By Horatio Alger, Jr. 2l-The Store Boy ........................ By Horatio Alger, Jr. 22-Brave and Bold .........•..... ...... , . By Horatio Alger, Jr. 23-A New York Boy .....................•. By Horatio Alger, Jr. 24-Bob Burton .............•............. By Horatio All\'er, Jr. 25-Thc Young Adventurer .........•.. , ..•. By Horatio Alger, Jr. 26-Julius, the StrePt Boy ...............••. By Horatio Alger, Jr. 27 -Adrlft in New York .•.....•.... , ....... By Horatio Alger, Jr. 28-Tom Brace ........................... By Horatio Alger, Jr. 29-Struggllng Upward .................... By Horatio Alger, J.r. 80-'-The Adventures ot a New York Telegraph Boy. By Horatio Alger, Jr.

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ALGER SERIES 31-Tom Trac,. ••.....••............•..••• By Horatio Alger, Jr. 32-The Young Acrobat .................... By Horatio Alger, Jr. 33-Bound to Rise ........................ By Horatio _Alger, Jr. 34--Hector's Inheritance ........•.......... By Horatio Alger, Jr. 35-Do and Dare ... •................•..•• By Horatio Alger, Jr. 36-The Tin Box .....•................ .•.• By Horatio Alger. Jr. 37-'.l'om, the Bootblack ......•... . ......... By Horatio Alger, Jr. 38-Risen from the Ranks .................. By Horatio Alger, Jr. 39-Shift!ng for Himself .................. . By Horntio Alger, Jr. 40-Wait and Hope ................. , ... . . By Horatio Alger, Jr. 41-Sam's Chance ....... .................. By Horatio Alger, Jr. 42-Striving for Fortune •...............••• By Horntlo Alger, Jr. 43-Phll, the Fiddler ........... . .......••. By M o r atlo Alger, Jr. 44--Slow and Sure .... . . ..............•••. By Horatio Alger, Jr. 45-Walter Sherwood's Probation .......... . By H oratio Alger, Jr. 46-'.l' h e '.l'rials and Triumphs of Mark Mason.By Horatio Alger, Jr. 47-The Young Salesman . ................. By Horatio Alger, Jr. 48-And y Grant's Pluck ................... By Horatio Alger, Jr. 49-!J'acing the World ..................... By Horatio Alger, Jr. 50-Lukc W alton .....................•... By Horatio Alger, Jr. 51-Strive and Succee d •................••• B y Horatio Alger, Jr. 52-From Canal Boy to President . ........•• By Horatio Alger, Jr. 53-The Erle Train Boy .................•.• By Horatio Alger, Jr. 54-Paul, the Peddle r ...................•• By H oratio Alger, Jr. 55-The Young Miner . . . . ............. ...• By Horatio Alge r, Jr. 56-Charlie Codman' a Cruise . . . ...... ...... By Horatio Alger, Jr. 57 A Debt of Hono r ..................... . By Horatio Alger, Jr. 58-'.l'he Young Explorer ................... By Horatio Alger, J r. 59B cn's Nugget ..•.........•............ By Ho=atio Alger, Jr. 60-The Errand Boy .. ...•............... . By Horatio Alger, Jr. 61-Frnnk and F earless •.....•...........•. By Horatio Alger, Jr. 62--Frank Bunte r's Peril •................. By Horatio Alge r , Jr. 63-Adrift in the City •..... . .......... .... By Horatio Alger, Jr. 64-Tom Thatc her's Fortune ........... .... By Horatio A lger, Jr. 65-Tom Turner's Legacy .................. By Horatio Alger, Jr. 66-Dan, the Newsboy .........•........... By Horatio Alger, Jr. 67Digging for Gold ...................•. . By Horatio Alger, Jr. 68-Lester's Luck .........•............... By Horatio Alger, Jr. 69-In <;earch of Treasur e .................. By Horatio Alger, Jr. 70-Frank's Campaign ..................... By H o ratio Alger, Jr. 71-Bernard Brook's ............ By Horatio A lger, Jr. 72-Ro b ert Coverdale's Struggles ..• ......... By Horatio Alger, Jr. 73-Paul Prescott's Charge . ................ By Horatio Alger, Jr. 74-Mark Mann Jug's Mission . .............. By Horatio Alge r , Jr. 75-Rupe rt's Ambition ........••....•...... Ry Horatio A lger, Jr. 76--Sink or Swim ...... _, ..... . ......•. ,.,.By Horat i o Alger, Jr. 77-Th e Backwoods Boy ... , ........... . , . . By Horatio A lger, Jr. 78T om T emple's Career .•................ Ry Horatio Alger, Jr 79-Ben Bruce ............•............... By Horatio Alger, Jr. 80-Tbe Young Musician ................... By Horatio A lger, Jr. 8 1-The Telegraph Boy ••. , ................ By Horatio Alge r , Jr 82-Work and Win • . . , , . . . . . . . . . ......... By Horatio A lger, .Tr 83-Tbe Train Boy ................. . ..... . R y Horatio Alger, Jr. 84-The Cash Boy ........................ By Horatio Alger , Jr. 85--Herbert Carter's Legacy ................ By Horatio Alger, Jr. 86-Strong and Steady .................... Ry Horatio Alger, Jr. 87-J,ost nt Sea •.......................... By Horatio Alger, Jr. 88-From Farm to Fortune ................. Ry Horatio Alger, Jr. 89...:.....Young Capthin Jack . .................. Ry Horatio Alger, Jr. 90-Joe, the Hote l Boy .........•.•........ By Horatio Alge r , Jr. 91-0nt for Business .........••...• ..•.... p._,. Jr. 82-Fnlllni.: In With Fortune ••••. . ,,, .....•. By F " " Alger, Jr.

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ALGER SERIES 93--Nelson, the Newsboy •............•..... By Horatio Alger, Jr. 94--Randy of the River ..... , •..•.......... By Horatio Alger, Jr. 9:i---Jerry, the Backwoods Boy •.... .......... By Horatio Alger, Jr. 9&-Ben Logan's Triumph •••••............. By Horatio Alger, Jr. 97-The Young Book Agent •••.............. By Horatio Alger, Jr. 98---The Lnst Cruise of The Spitfire . •...... By Edward Stratemeyer 99-Reuben Stone's Discovery ...•..•..... By Edward Stratemeyer 100---True to Himself ..•.....•.•......... By Edward Str.J!_temeyer 101-Richard Dare's Venture ••.. , ......... By Edward Stratemeyer 102-0!lver Bright's Search , ...... , ....... By Edward Stratemeyer 103-To Alaska for Gold ......•........... By Edward Stratemeyer 104--The Young Auctioneer ............... By Edward Stratemeyer 105-Bound to Be an Electrieian ... .' . . • . .... By Edward Stratemeyer 1'06-Shorthand Tom •....••.......... .' ... Uy Edward Straterneyer 107-Fighting for His Own ...•..•....•.... By Edward Stratemeyer 108-J oe, the Surveyor ••.••...•.......... By Edward Stratemeyer 109-Larry, the Wanderer .• , .• , .....•.... By Edward Stratemeyer 110---The Young Ranchman ••..•.•........ By Edward Stratemeyer 111-The Young Lumberman •• , •.......... By Edward Stratemeyer 112-The Young Explorers ••••••.• , ..... : . By Edward Stratcme_yer 113-Boys of the Wilderness .•••..... •..... By Edward Stratemeyer 114-Boys of the Great Northwest •.•....... By Edward Stratemeyer 115-Boys of the Gold Fields ••••••. , .•..... By Edward Stratemeyer 116-For His Country , , , • ; , ••••••........ By Edward Stratemeyer 117-Comrades in Peril ... , ••••••• , ....... By Edward Stratemeyer 118---The Yonng P earl Hunters •••••••...... By Edward Stratemeyer 119-The Young Bandmaster .••.••..•..... By Edward Stratemeyer 120-Boys of the Fort. ...•• , ••••......... By Edward Stratcmeyer 121-0n Fortune's Trail •.•••••. , •.. , ..... By Edward Stratemeyer 122-Lost in the Land of Ice .•••• , ........ By Edward Stratemeyer 123-Bob, the Photographer ••• -. •..•....... By Edward Stratemeyer 124--Among the Missing •••••••••••••........ . ... By Oliver Optic 125 -His Own Helper ..•••••••••••••••.•......... By Oliver Optic 12G-Honest Kit Dunstable •••••••••••.•.......... By Oliver Optic 127-Every Inch a Boy ••••••••.••••..•••......... By Olive r Optic 128-The Young Pilot •••••••. , • . . . . . • • . . . . . . . . . Ry Oliver Optic 129 -Always in Luck .••••••••••....•............ R y Oli ve r Optic 130-Rich and Humble .•••.•.•.•..• • , ... , ........ By Oliver Optic 131-In School and Out.. . . • . . • • . . . . . . . . . . . • ... Rv Oliver Optic 132-Watch and Wait •........ .................. By Oli..-er Optic 133-Work nnd Win ....... . . . ................... B y Oli..e r Optic 134-Hop e and Hu ve . . .......................... By Oliver Optic 135-Haste and Waste ............•.............. By Oliv e r Optic 136-Royal Tarr's Pluck ......................... By Ollvcr Optic 137 -The Prisoners of the Cave .........•......... By Oliver Optic 138-I,ouls Chiswick's Mission ............•....... B y Oliv e r Optic 139-The Professor's Son ••••................ ... . By Oliv e r Optic 140-Tl!e Young H ermit . . • . • . • . . . . . . . . ....... By Oliver Optic 141-The Cruise of The Dantty .••.................. By Oliver Optic 142-Bullding Himself Up • • . • . . . . . . . . . . . .... .... By Oliv e r Optic 143-Lyon Hart's Heroism ................... . ... By Optic Young Silver Kings ................... . By Oliver Optic 145-Maklng a Man of Himself ............ ........ By Olivpr Optic HG-Striving for His Own.... . . . . . . . . . . • . . . . . . . . By Optic 147-Tbrough by Daylight •.•.............. ...•.. . By OllvH Optic 148--I,Jgh tnlng Express • • • • . • . . . . . . . . • . . . " ..... By Oliver Optic 149-0n Time .. , • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • . . . . . . . . ... By ()]h•er Optic 150-Swltch Oft' .•••• , ••••• , • • • • • • . • • • • • . • • . ... H-y t)ltver Optic

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NICK CARTER STORIES New Magnet Library Nick Carter stands for an interesting detective story. The fact that the books in this line are so uniformly good is entirely due to the work of n specialist. The man who wrote these stories produced no oilier type of nclion. His mind was Cfillcentrated upon the crea tion of new plots and situations in which bis hero emerged trium phan Uy from all sorts of troubles and lAn.d e d the ctlminnl just where be should be-behind the bars. The author of these stories knew more abont writing detective sto ries than any other single person. Following is a list of the best Nick Carter stories. They have been selected with extreme care, and we unhesitatingly recommend each of them as being fully .as interesting as any detective story between cloth co rs which sells at ten times the price. If you do not know Nick Carter, buy a copy of any of the New Magnet Library books, and get acquainted. He Will surprise and de light you. ALL T ITLES ALWAYS IN PRINT 850-Wanted: A Clew ........................ By Nicholas Carter 851-A '!'angle d Skein ...•................ .... By Nicholas Carter 852-The Bullion l\Iystery .................... By Nicholas Carter 8'53-The Man of Riddles ..................... By Nicholas Carter 854-A Miscarriage of Justice ...•............. By Nicholas Cnrter 855-The Gloved Uand ....................... By Nicholas Carter 85G-Spoilers and the Spoils ................... By Nicholas Carter 837-The Deeper Game ...................... By .Nicholas Cnrter 858-Bolts from Blue Skies ..•......•......... By Nicholas Cnrter 85!l-Unseen Foes ............•.............. By Nicholas Carter 860-Knaves in Hig h Places ................... By Nicllolns Carter 8Gl-The J\Iicrobe of Crime .................... By Nicltolns Carter 862-In the Toils of 1!'ear ..................... By Nicholas Carter 8G3-A He1itnge of Trouble ...........•....... By Nicholas Carter 8G4--Called to Account. ...................... By Nicholas Cnrter 865-Tltc Ju t nncl the Unjust ................. By Nicholas Carter 8G6-Instinct at Fault. ... . ................... By Nicholas Cnrter 887-A Rogue Worth rrapping .............•.. By Nicholas Carter 868-.\ Rope of S lender Threads .............. By Nicholas Cnrter 86!l-T11e Last Cnll ............ . .... .....•... By Ni ltolas Carter 870-The Spoils of Chan ce .............. ...... By Nicholas Corter 871-A Struggle With Destiny ................. By Nicholas Carter 87.2-'.l'he flla,e of Crime ...................... By Nicholas Carter 873-The Crook's Blind ................ ...... By Nicholas Carter 874-A Rascal of Quality . .' ................... By Nicl!olas Carter 875-Witlt Shackles of Fire ................... By Nicholas Carter 876-'.Phe Man Who Changed Faces ............ By Nicholas Carter 87'7-Tbe Fixed Alibi ........................ Ry Nicholas Carter 878-0ut With the Tide ...................... By Nicholas Carter 87!l-The Roul Destroyers .......••••.......... Ry richolas C.utc.r 880-Th. Wui;es of Rascality •••••••••••• ,.,, • . By Nicholas Carter

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NEW MAGNET LIBRARY 881-Birds of Prey .............•.......... . . By 882-When Destruction Threatens ... .......... By 883-The Keeper of Black Ilounds ........•••... By 884--The Door of Doubt ..........•.........•. By 885-The Wolf Within ....................... By 886-A Perilous Parole ...................... Bv 887-The Trail of the Finger Prints . . ......... By 888-Dodging the Law ....................•... By 880-A Crime in Paradise ......• '. ....•....•.. By 890-0n the Ragged Edge ..................... By 801-The Red God of Tragedy • ...........•.•.. By 892-The Man Who Paid ......••.....•....... By 893-The Blind Man's Daughter . ........•..... By 894-0ne Object i n Life •....•..•..•.......•.. By 805-As a Crook Sows ...........••..•.• ..••.. By 806-In Record Time ........•.......•.. . . . . . By 89 7-Hel d i n Suspense ... ....•....•. .••••.•.. By 898-The $100,000 Kiss ...•....• . • •..•.....•. By 890-Just One Slip ..............•. •..• ...... By 900-0n a Milliondollnr Trail .....•..•.••. . ... By 901-A Weird Treasure .........•.....•••.•... By 902-The Middle Link ............•.......... By 903-To the Ends of the Earth . . ...••..•...... By 004--When Honor s Pall ..................... By 90li-The Yellow Brand ...................... By 906-A New Serpent in Eden ....•............. By 907-When Brave Men Tremble .. .............. By 008-A Test of Courage ...........•......... . By 909-Where Peril Beckons .................... By Gargoni Girdle .....•......•........ By 011-Rascals & Co. . . . • .•.................... By 012-Too Late to Talk ..................•..... By 913-Satan's Apt Pupil ...................... By 01-1-The Girl Prisoner . ..................... By 91ii -'l'he DanJ! e r of Folly .................... By OlG-One Shipwreck Too Many.'. . ..•.......... By 917-.ScourgNl by Fear ....................... By 018-Thc Red Plague ........................ Ry !)10-Scounclrcl• Rampant .................... By 920-From Cll'w to Clew . .... ................ By 921-When Rogues Conspire ..............•••. By 922-Twclve in a Grave. . . . . , ............. By fli3-The Great Opium Case.. . ............. By 924-A Conspiracy of Rumors ..............•.. By 925-A Klondike Claim ....................•. By 926-The :Mvil Formula ...................... By 927-The Man of Many Faces ................. By 028-Thc Grcnt Enigma ..........•........ ... By 920-The Burden of Proof ................... By 930-The Stolen Brain ....................... By 931-A Titled Counterfeiter .................. By 932-The Mnl!ic N<>cklnce . ................... By 033-'Ronncl the W orld for a Quarter .......... By OM-Over the Edge of the World .............. By 93fi-ln thP Grip of Fate ........•............ By 936-The Case of Many Clews . . ....•.......... By 937-The Sealed Door .........••............ Ry 038-Nick Carter ancl the Green Goods l\IPn ..... By 9:>iJ-ThP Man Witho11t a Will . ......... .....•. By 040-Trocked Across the Atlantic .............. By 941-A Clpw From the Unknown ............... By 042-The Crime of a Countess ................. By 043-A Mixed Up llfeRS ....................... ny 044--The Great Mone y Order Swindle ...••..... By 9.Jri-The Adder's Brood ...................... Ry 046-A Wall Street Haul. .......•............ By 947-For ll Pawne-d Crown ••••••••••••• • • • . • . By Nicholas Carter Nicholas Carter Yicholas Carter Nicholas Carter Nicholas Carter Nicholas Carter Nicholas Carter Nicholas Carter Nicholas Carter Nicholas Carter 1\icholas Carter Nicholas Carter Nicholas Carter Nicholas Carter Nicholas Carter Nicholas Carter Nicholas Carter Nicholas Carter Nicholas Carter Nicholas Carter Nicholas Cartel" Nicholas Carter Nicholas Carter Nicholas Carter Nicholas Carter Nicholas Carter Nicholas Carter Nicholas Carter Nicholas Carter Nicholas Carter Nicholas Carter Nicholas Carter Nicholas Carter Nicholas Carter Nicholas Carter Nicholas Carter Nicholas Carter Nicholas Carter Nichohs Carter Nicholas Carter Nicholas Carter Nicholae Cartr r Nicholas Carter Nicholas Carter 'icholas Carter Nicholas Carter Nicholas Carter Nicholas Carter Nicholas Carter Nicholas Carter Nicholas Carter Nicholas Carter "'<'lcholas Carter Nicholas Carter Nicholas C'arfor icho las Carter Nicholas Carter Nicholas Carter Nichol"-e Carter Ni(:;holas t...( .... ter Nicholas Cane!" Nicholas Carter Nicholas Carter Nicholas Carter Nicholas Carter Nirholas Carter Nichvlas Carter

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Not HowMuch But HOW GOOD In the edito r ial preparation of th e STREET & SMITH NOVEL the q u estion of h o w much in money w e w ere going t o get fo -each volume n ever really occurred to us. V ve l os t s ight e11t irely of t h e fact tha t t he se book s old at ,, the copy. and gave as much serious con s ideration to th e selec ti on and p r epa ration oE t h e stories as thoug'h they were going to sell for t e n times as much . We thi nk, '
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The Dealer who handl e s the STREET & SMITH NOVELS is a man worth patronizing. The fact that he does handle our books proves that he has con sidered the merits of paper-covered lines, and has decided that the STREET & SMITH NOVELS are superior to all others. He has looked into the question of the moral ity 'Of the paper covered book, for instance, and feels that he is perfectly safe in handing one of our novels to any one, because he has our as surance that nothing except clean , wholesome litera ture finds its way into our lines. Therefore, the STREET & SMITH NOVEL dea ler is a careful and wise tradesman, and it is fair to assume selects !:'he other articles he has for sale with the same degree of intelligence as he does his paper-covered bookis. Deal with the STREET & SMITH N OVEL dealer. STREET & SMITH CORPORATIO N 79 Seventh Avenue New York City


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