Better days; or, A Millionaire of To-morrowFitch, Thomas
Philosophy
Better days; or, A Millionaire of To-morrow
Fitch, Thomas
Utopias -- Fiction; West (U.S.) -- Fiction
“By the only aerial war vessels equipped with potentite which the allied
nations would suffer to exist, your highness, and which vessels would be
subject to the orders of the Court of Nations. If any nation refused to
obey such decree, it could be disciplined, and if any nation attempted
to put a potentite air ship under way, it would be necessary, in
self-defense, for the allied powers, after adequate warning, to
extirpate the offending parties.”
“Might not a potentite air ship be secretly fitted out, your lordship?”
asked the prince.
“Hardly,” replied the Marquis, “for, with the aid of a corps of
observation air ships, and of international detectives in every center
of population, the world, both savage and civilized, could be adequately
policed at a very small cost.”
“And what, in your lordship’s opinion, will be the condition in or
before the Congress of Nations, of a people who desire separate
government and who have been unable to obtain it?” said Mr. Michael
Davitt, who was standing by.
The Marquis looked the Irishman squarely in the eye and replied slowly:
“I think it will be quite out of the power of any government to retain
by force under its rule any considerable number of people, who, with or
without, a grievance, are practically unanimous for a separate
government. The Congress of Nations will, or at least ought to, require
that any people seeking separation shall be nearly unanimous. But do you
think, Mr. Davitt, to be candid, that the people of Ulster and the
people of Galway would ever be brought to agree to any proposition on
earth?”
“Begorra, your lordship, if you don’t mind me takin’ the answer to your
question out of the mouth of Misther Davitt,” said the Honorable Bellew
McCafferty, Home Rule member from Mayo—“begorra, there’s one great
principle upon which Oireland is, and ever will be, united. Catholic and
Protestant, Fardowner and Corkonian, Priest and Peeler are all heart and
soul agreed”—
“To do what?” queried his lordship.
“Never,” replied the McCafferty, “never to pay any rint.”
CHAPTER XXVI.
“’Tis less to conquer than to make wars cease.”
The _Siva_ steamed out of San Diego harbor at nine o’clock on an April
morning in the year 1896, carrying as passengers the naval and ordnance
officers commissioned by the various European and American governments
to examine and report upon the result of the dynamic exposition. The
civil and diplomatic representatives were apportioned among the
different members of the fleet, which had gathered from the Pacific
squadrons of every naval power in the world, and was now lying in San
Diego Bay. The success of the air ship the day before in almost
obliterating the Coronado Islands, filled every mind with eager
anticipation of the results likely to be achieved by the torpedo boats,
and there was an especial pressure for places on board the _Siva_, which
carried the novel engines of destruction.
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