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Thursday, January 26, 1928 H)N tiptoe Stewart Edward White Illustrations by Henry Jay Leo WHO'S WHO IN THIS STORY GRIMSTEAD, the “Buccaneer” of this swashbuckling story, is stranded among the California redwoods in hfc private craft,” a high-powered car, when its gasoline tank is brok en. BURTON GRIMSTEAD, his spoil ed daughter, is with him against her will, especially so as she perceives her fatner’s object in insisting on her going on the trip is to throw her into the company of ROSS GARDNER, Grimstead’s sin ister “Second in Command,” a cap able, good looking- man. SIMMiNS, the Grimstead’s Eng lish butler-chauffeur, whose gay spirits are repressed by his dignity. DAVENPORT, a youth, comes by and astonishes them first by saying his small car runs on electricity so he has no “gas” to give them, and next by winning a SIO,OOO bet from Gardiner by oredicting a rainstorm. CHAPTER IX A Marvelous Discovery Grimstead put on his poker face j to conceal his inner excitement. This • offer was more than he had hoped. “I should like to very much,” he I replied. “So should I” spoke up Burton, j “but I want to hear it in words of j one syllable.” “It is not at all complicated. Now , you know if you put a copper plate and a zinc plate side by side in an acid solution and connect them with wires you generate electricity. That is the simple wet battery. “All right. If you run a dynamo you also generate electricity 1 , this time by induction. “Where does that electricity come ! from? You might say chemical ac- j tion in the one case or mechanical i action in the other, but they »re I actually only a means to an end. The world lies in a great field of static or inert magnetism. The cell and the dynamo are merely means by which this inert electricity is liven ed up, made into kinetic or active electricity they actually produce nothing in themselves. Is that clear?” “Perfectly,” said Burton. “When we have used this kinetic electricity, or it becomes ‘grounded’ it returns to the reservoir or static. All I’ve done is to make a short cut ' between the static electricity which j we are immersed and the kinetic electricity we can use.” “That is self-evident, young man” j remarked Grimstead drily. “I am just making it clear for \ Miss Burton. Go back to the wet ! cell. It is heavy and awkward and ! short lived. My battery is just like a w T et cell without those disadvan tages. The wet cell consists of two plates of different metal in a solution. Mine consists of two : plates of different metals side by Side in air. The wet cell trans forms or produces its electricity by or through, a chemical action that is limited in effectiveness and in j duration. My battery transforms \ the static from the air into kinetic without chemical action—apparent-1 ly; and in much greater quantity j in proDortion to the size of the plates.” Grimstead was sitting up now in his interest. “There must be chemical ac- * tion!” he cried. “You can’t lift! yourself by your bootstraps.” “Os course; there probably is” > agreed Davenport. “I only said j there was apparently none. It must! be very slight—ilke the apparent ! loss in radium, I suppose—for,' as, I say, I have used this battery! to dr;ve my car eleven hundred ! miles without any wear I can de- 1 termine by looking at it.” “What metals do you use?” “Pardon,” returned the young j man, “but there, of course, yo’vre! asking my secret. I will say this, 1 however. They are alloys of metall easiiy procurable. The aPoy must be exact and the distance between the piates must be exact. I have a micrometer scicw to auiust my plates.” “You say the metals are easily i procurable. How much do you es-1 timate it cost you to build such a i battery?” “Mine up to now have been ex perimental and built piecemeal by experiment,” Davenport pointed out. “But m quantity they could he built—of that size—for some where between fifty and a hundred and fifty dollars. It isn’t the ma terials; it’s the accuracy, and I : don’t know just what workmen of the necessary skill would cost.” Grimstead’s poker face was still doing business, but his cigar butt was chewed to a frazzle. “You say that battery there will run a brake test of forty horse power?” he asked. “About that.” “Will a larger battery develop more horsepower in proportion? What are the limits in capacity?” “I haven’t the slightest idea. There’s no limit apparently to the amount of static you can take by means of dynamos; why should there be any more limit to , what you can take by other means? Os course, I don’t know; I’m just be ginning to. try it out.” “Well, you may have something, though it sounds pretty radical,” yawned Grimstead, as though the subject had ceased to interest him. Burton hopped from the log- on which she sat. “The moonlight is heavenly,” she declared, “I must see it through the big trees. Will you go with mp. Mr. Davenport, outside the fire light?” Davenport jumped to his feet Gardiner too. stirred as though about to arise, but paused as he felt Grimstead s restraining hand on his arm. . . The two young people stepped j out into the enchantment of the forest. , CHAPTER X “The” Larry Davenport They walked for 100 yards, feel ing their : way in the olack white contrasts of moonlight; then sat side by side on a log. “It is almost too perfect, said Burton. “It’-almost hurts. But I shall never forget it.” They began to, chat, to make disjointed remarkes, swinging back down the wide are of ecstasy to the starting point of everyday things. In a little while Daven port was talking eagerly, openly. The subject was battery. “It ought to be tremendously val uable. Tou’ll probably make a mil lion or so out of it. j hope you do,” the girl said. “ ies, of course. I’d like to make j something out of it. But that isn’t the real point. Do you mind if I ! talk a little about it?” “Oh, please!” she begged. “Don t you see what it will mean | to the world,” he said, “the poor ! struggling old world? What a bur ! den it does carry. Lord, what a | task it has assumed just in feeding itself and clothing itself and keep ing itself warm. And it has to hus tle just to do that.” He twisted on the log more near ly to face her. “Look here,” he de manded, “what is the greatest ma terial need, the very greatest need of the world?” | “Davenport’s batteries,” she re j plied promptly. He threw his head back and ! laughed boyishly. “I was getting rather preachy, wasn’t I? Well, the thing the world needs most is breathing time, time to play more and to soak up the rbing that never come to a man when he is in a hurry or surround ed —m proportion. But the point is, the work a day world needs most ; is leisure, a little leisure.” “The trouble is,” said Burton, i “people are never satisfied. If thety would be contented to go without j so v r>r,y frills they’d have leisure en l ough.” .l\o, you’re wrong. They should have the frills. The frills repre sent the grace and beauty of life. We all have an instinct for frills, and real instincts should be gratifi ed—in proportion. But the point is, ! frills are too hard to get. A living is too hard to get. Heaven forbid we should ever get anything with out working for it; that is absolutely fatal. But there’s no sense in hav ing to perform soul-deadening and giinding toil for it.” “But what has the battery to do with this?” “Why don’t you see? Every in vention that reduces the labor necessary to produce things is a step toward that leisure for the race. It’s a step toward supplying more | frills, besides more abundant necessi ties, with the same amount of la bor.” With vivid sentences he sketched | the world as he saw it: a reorgan- ! ized world, free to put its energies i into postive creation of those things ! which men’s true instincts crave; producing its abundance by honest, I sincere, necessary labor, but accom ; plishing the production without the ! exhaustion of squalor, i It was no impossible Utopia; it ! was an absurd dream of an impossi ble “equality”; but it was a world ! of opportunity released from pres | sure. What men did with the op j portunity would still be, as it had ; always been, a matter for themselves. But no longer would there be any reason or necessity for the spo j mergence under inexorable circum stances of the man whose hands reached toward the stars. That is what he visioned; and that is what Burton, kindling to his ideas, i saw too. And as she had not lived I with the idea, as had he, and was j unaccustomed to it, she was the more i eagerly afire. They sat silent for a time. “Tell me about yourself?” she said suddenly. “I was born of poor but honest, parents and my friends call me Lar ry.” he began. “You’re not the Lawrence Dav enport?” she gasped, l “I’m the only one I know about. There may be others I know not of; but be assured, O lady, that they are nothing but spurious imitations.” “Why, I’ve read all your books and I’ve just loved them!” . “Long and - patient study has not yet revealed to me the suitable an swer to one who claims she loves your books,” sadly confessed Dav enport. Burton began to chuckle, then to laugh aloud. “I’m thinking of the joke o n us,” she explained, of Dad. We thought you were a garage mechanic!” “And me such gentlemanly man ners,” he mourned, “and my diction, faulty as it is, yet observes the rules of grammar.” “Your funny little car misled us, I suppose,” she explained, “and then you were so handy about every thing.” “You relieve me. The car was the cheapest I could get for a pure experiment.” “And the battery?” “Came to me just like a story, a little at a time. I’m no mechanic. No one could be worse fitted than I to be an inventor. But I couldn’t help noticing from time to time i the incredible amount of power everywhere going to waste, and one day when I was filling the star ting battery of my car —I have got a car—it struck me what a nuisance it was, and 1. wondered if we could not get a battery that would work with air.” “And then you figured it out.” “I did not,” he disclaimed. “I merely kept it in mind, the way I do a story, and it worked out its own plot, bit by bit. It took me some time to tumble to the fact actiy so far apart. But at last I that the plates had to be just ex got it to work and to work hard for a long time. One horrible thought occurred to me; that maybe it will only work .near electric plants - al ready in operation under the old methods.” “Stealing what’s already been made! I see.” “That’s why I’m up in this wild country, bag and baggage. I’m going to find out. It seems to be alright though.” “ sou don’t know how I appreciate your telling me all this, Mr. Daven port,” then said she. “I told you my friends call me Larry,” he pointed out; then at her slight withdrawal, “Now, really, look at me. Am I a Larry looking person?” He cocked his eye comic ally in her direction. “You’re right—Larry,” said she. CHAPTER XI In the morning the famous batt ery, lashed to the running board, had been connected up with the self starter which was now turning over in the laborous and vociferous man ner peculiar to the species. Grim stead and Gardiner were inclined to stand and watch it in fascination; but Davenport was quite unimpress ed. “That’s all there is to it,” said he. “Now all we have to watch out for is that she doesn’t run dry of lubrication. Simmins can keep track ol’ that.” He turned away. “Now we’ve got a good morning’s work in front of us,” he announced cheerfully. “I picked a good place for camp, before breakfast. We must move camp, and then we must make a start on our road out.” “I’m going fishing this afternoon” warned Grimstead. The evening meal that night wat a jolly one, thanks to a large trout. Grimstead’s high good humor over its capture carried all temperamental TURN IT AROUND ! People SPEND money on the installment plan, for that is an easy way to buy things without paying all at once. Why not turn the plan around? , Why not SAVE money on the installment plan? It can be done by putting a little deposit in our Bank each month. 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Burton was in the highest spirits, also, for she had what she consid ered a very intriguing secret, which she intended to keep for the time being at least, in the hope of ex tracting from the situatiton still further amusement. in this she was abbetted by Larry Davenport himself. Now that that young man really understood the po sition in the social structure he was supposed to fill, he played up and become the Perfect Garage Mechan ic. When this performance drew • Simmins’ puzzled eye Larry’s hap [ piness was complete. “Now,” sighed Grimstead comfor tably, as he struggled to .his thick ; legs after supper, “if you young ! people will excuse us, Ross and 1 1 have a little business to talk over.” He lighted a cigar and, followed by Gardiner, disappeared in the darkness. “Now,” he demanded of Gardiner,, once they were settled on a conven i ient log. “How about it?” i His benign good humor had fall : en from him and his whole being had tautened into a hard alertness. “It has been running without a break, and without apparent loss of ; energy at any time up to 5 o’clock,” answered Gardiner. “We’ve got to tie this thing down before somebody else gets hold of it,” declared Grimstead. “I wonder if anybody has? He might be tied up already.” “May be,” agreed Gardiner, “but I don’t think so. This seems to be his first test of the thing.” “Well, we must tie him up,” said Grimstead. “Going to buy him out, chief? You could probably get it cheap, compar atively.” “Gardiner,” said the pirate, “I sometimes wonder a little about you.” “What do you mean?” asked Gar diner. “I gather you think we could drive a creap bargain with this qoung man.” “Yes,” he said finally, with con victiton. “I think we could —before he gets talking with some one else.” “Os course we could, but we won’t I’ll offer him the very largest share I can, or the highest royalties posible consistent with control and good bus iness. See why?” Gardiner shook his head. “Well, either this is a whooper big thing, or it is a flivver. If it’s a flivver it doesn’t matter if w r e give i Care throats 12 i Rub Vicks on throat chest. Relieves /\ VK V/ra two ways at once — absorbed, inhaled. VICKS him the whole works; it would be! giving- him nothing. But suppose it 1 turns out to be a world beater and we’ve made a sharp bargain. Either he, or some one else, is going to buck. Then there’s law suits without end. If, however, we have at the very start, before the thing is proved up at all, given him a full share, then when it turns out big he’ll stay with us.” “Well, young man,” said Grim stead when they had returned to the fireside, “your battery seems to be making good. There’s no doubt that you have a big thing- there. I don’t know just how big, but it’s good enough to market as it is. Every thought of it?” % “\es, of course. But Fve never been sure enough it was going to work to do anything about- it.” Grimstead cast an eye of triumph toward Gardiner. “Wei,” said he, “I am consider ably in the electric line myself. What would you think of taking it up with me?” •“I was going- to propose it my self, after you had satisfied yourself the thing was go : ng to run.” “Good! Now I’m not going to in sult your intelligence by trying to buy outright,” said Grimstead, craft ily gaining merit from his decision, “You’d know better than that. There are two other methods. 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