ration. The bird blundered in and startled u3
again.
Hall Produces Artemisium On a Small Scale
FOUR minutes! We were like statues, with all
eyes fixed on the polished ball of silver, which
shone in the brilliant light concentrated upon
it by the mirror.
Five minutes! The shining ball had become a
confused blue, and I violently winked to clear my
vision,
"At last! Thank God! Look! There it 13!"
It was Hall who spoke, trembling like an aspen.
The silver knob had changed color. What seemed
a miniature rainbow surrounded it with concentric
circles of blinding brilliance.
Then something dropped flashing into an earthen
dish set beneath the ball ! Another glittering drop
followed, and, at a shorter interval, another!
Almost before a word could be uttered the drops
had coalesced and become a tiny stream, which, as
it fell, twisted itself into a bright spiral, gleaming
with a hundred shifting hues, and forming on the
bottom of the dish a glowing, interlacing maze of
viscid rings and circlets, which turned and twined
about and over one another, until they had blended
and settled into a button-shaped mass of hot metal-
lic jelly. Hall snatched the dish away, and placed
another in its stead.
"This will be about right for a watch charm when
it cools," he said, with a return to his customary
self-command. "I promised you the first specimen.
I'll catch another for myself."
"But can it be possible that we are not dream-
ing?" I exclaimed. "Do you really believe that this
comes from the moon?"
"Just as surely as rain comes from the clouds,"
cried HaU, with all his old impatience. "Haven't I
just showed you the whole process?"
"Then I congratulate you. You will be as rich as
Dr. Syx."
"Perhaps," was the unperturbed reply, "but not
until I have enlarged my apparatus. At present I
shall hardly do more than supply mementoes to my
friends. But since the principle is established, the
rest is mere detail."
Six weeks later the financial centres of the earth
were shaken by the news that a new supply of arte-
misium was being marketed from a mill which had
been secretly opened in the Sierras of California.
For a time there was almost a panic. If
Hall had chosen to do so, he might have precipi-
tated serious trouble. But he immediately entered
into negotiations with government representatives,
and the inevitable result was that, to preserve the
monetary system of the world from upheaval, Dr.
Syx had to consent that Hall's mill should share
equally with his in the production of artemisium.
During the negotiations the doctor paid a visit to
Hall's establishment. The meeting between them
was most dramatic. Syx tried to blast his rival
with a glance, but knowledge is power, and my
friend faced hi3 mysterious antagonist, whose deep-
est secrets he had penetrated, with an unflinching
eye. It was remarked that Dr. Syx became a
changed man from that moment. His masterful
air seemed to have deserted him, and it was with
something resembling humility that he assented to
the arrangement which required him to share hi3
enormous gains with his conqueror.
The Syx Mill Is Blown Up
OF course, Hall'3 success led to an immedi-
ate recrudescence of the efforts to extract
artemisium from the Syx ore, and, equally
of course, every such attempt failed. Hall, while
keeping his own secret, did all he could to discour-
age the experiments, but they naturally believed
that he must have made the very discovery which
was the subject of their dreams, and he could not
without betraying himself, and upsetting the finan-
ces of the planet, directly undeceive them. The con-
sequence was that fortunes were wasted in hopeless
experimentation, and, with Hall's achievement daz-
zling their eyes, the deluded fortune-seekers kept
on in the face of endless disappointments and dis-
aster. , '„V .
And presently there came another tragedy. The
Syx mill was blown upl The accident— although
many people refused to regard it as an accident,
and asserted that the doctor himself, in his chagrin,
had applied the match— the explosion, then, occur-
red about sundown, and its effects were awful. The
great works, with everything pertaining to them,
and every rail that they contained, were blown to
atoms. They disappeared as if they had never
existed. Even the twin tunnels were involved in
the ruin, a vast cavity being left in the mountain-
side where Syx's ten acres had been. The force
of the explosion was so great that the shattered rock
was reduced to dust. To this fact was owing the
escape of the troops camped near. While the moun-
tain was shaking to its core, and enormous para-
pets of living rock were hurled down the precipices
of the Teton, no missiles of appreciable size tra-
versed the air, and not a man at the camp was
injured.
But Jackson's Hole, filled with red dust,
looked for days afterwards like the mouth of a
tremendous volcano just after an eruption. Dr.
Syx had been seen entering the mill a few minute3
before the catastrophe by a sentinel who was sta-
tioned about a quarter of a mile away, and who,
although he was felled like an ox by the shock,
and had his eyes, ears, and nostrils filied with
flying dust, miraculously escaped with his life.
After this a new arrangement was made whereby
Andrew Hall became the sole producer of artemisi-
um, and his wealth began to mount by leaps of mil-
lions toward the starry heights of the billions.
About a year after the explosion of the Syx mill a
strange rumor got about. It came first from Buda-
pest, in Hungary, where it was averred several per-
sons of credibility had seen Dr. Max Syx. Millions
had been familiar with his face and his personal
peculiarities, through actually meeting him, as well
as through photographs and descriptions, and, un-
less there was an intention to deceive, it did not
seem possible that a mistake could be made in iden-
tification.
There surely never was another man who looked
just like Dr. Syx. And, besides, was it not general-
ly known that he must have perished in the awful
destruction of his mill?
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