L.P.M. : The End of the Great WarBarney, J. Stewart (John Stewart)
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L.P.M. : The End of the Great War
Barney, J. Stewart (John Stewart)
World War, 1914-1918 -- Fiction
“And, Mr. Williams,” he halted the retiring subordinate, “when Mr.
Edestone’s papers have been drawn, will you kindly bring them to me?
I wish to present them in person, and I know of no more appropriate
occasion than this afternoon, when I am to receive a delegation of
school children from the Southern Baptist Union and the Boy Scouts of
the Methodist Temperance League. I will be glad to have these young
Americans, as well as any others who may be calling to pay their
respects--not to me but to my office--hear what I have to say on
peace, patriotism, and grapes.”
With the departure of the secretary he unbent slightly. “Well,” he
smiled, “you cannot say, as did Ericsson with his monitor and Holland
with his submarine and the Wrights with their aëroplane, that you
could not get the support of your Government until it was too late. In
fact, my dear fellow, when I think of the obstacles so many inventors
have to contend with, it strikes me that you have had pretty easy
sailing.”
“Perhaps,” Edestone raised his eyebrows a trifle whimsically, “it has
not been so easy as you think, Mr. Secretary.”
“Oh, I know, I know!” the other replied. “You still must admit that in
comparison with most men you have been singularly fortunate. You have
had great wealth, absolute freedom to develop your ideas as you saw
fit, and finally the influence to command an immediate hearing for
your claims. Do you know that perhaps you are the richest young man in
the world today? It is this which, I must confess, at first rather
prejudiced me against you.”
Edestone laughed good-naturedly. “It is lucky that my photographs were
able to speak for me.”
“Yes,” the Secretary assented. “As you probably have recognized, I am
not a scientist, and all your formulae and explanations were about as
so much Greek to me, but those photographs of yours were most
convincing, and prove to me how simple are the greatest of
discoveries. I fancy,” he added slyly, “that they will penetrate even
the intelligence of a monarch.”
“Ah!” He rubbed his hands together. “I can imagine the chagrin and
fury of those war lords when they find themselves so unexpectedly
called to time, while your device is held over the nations like a
policeman’s club, with America as its custodian. What a thought!
Universal dominion for our country; Universal Peace!”
Some sense of opposition on the part of his companion aroused him, and
he levelled a quick and searching glance at the other.
“That is your intention, is it not, Mr. Edestone?” he demanded. “That,
upon the completion of your present mission, the Government shall take
over this discovery of yours?”
Edestone moved uneasily in his seat. He had naturally anticipated this
question, and yet he was unprepared to meet it.
The Secretary frowned and repeated his question. “That is your
intention, is it not?”
Hesitating no longer the inventor answered quietly:
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