“Not at all,” he said. “You do something all day long, don’t you? Every one does. If you get up at seven o’clock and go to bed at eleven, you have put in sixteen good hours, and it is certain with most men that they have been doing something all the time. They have been either walking, or reading, or writing, or thinking. The only trouble is that they do it about a great many things and I do it about one. If they took the time in question and applied it in one direction, to one object, they would succeed. Success is sure to follow such application. The trouble lies in the fact that people do not have an object—one thing to which they stick, letting all else go.” OPPORTUNITIES FOR FUTURE INVENTORS. “You believe, of course,” I suggested, “that much remains to be discovered in the realm of electricity?” “It is the field of fields,” he answered. “We can’t talk of that, but it holds the secret which will reorganize the life of the world.” “You have discovered much about it,” I said, smiling. “Yes,” he said, “and yet very little in comparison with the possibilities that appear.” “How many inventions have you patented?” “Only six hundred,” he answered, “but I have made application for some three hundred more.” “And do you expect to retire soon, after all this?” “I hope not,” he said, almost pathetically. “I hope I will be able to work right on to the close. I shouldn’t care to loaf.” Shouldn’t care to loaf! What a thought after fifty-two years of such magnificent achievement. THE WIZARD AT HOME. While the inventions of Thomas A. Edison keep him constantly in the public eye, as a man in private life he is comparatively unknown. If you should see him in his laboratory, buried deep in work, surrounded by battalions of machines and hosts of experimental appliances, dressed in his “shop clothes” spotted with chemicals, you would never suspect that, just seven hundred feet away, a palatial home awaits him. Ten years ago he was an undomesticated man. His workshop and his chemical laboratory held such powerful sway over his mind that he was only supremely happy when “up to his eyes” in work. Gradually, almost insidiously, the “wizard” has been weaned away from the weaving of his spells, and now a new and more potent power than ever before controlled him has gained its mastery over him. This is the power of love. Though the great inventor even now works as few men of his age and accomplishments are in the habit of doing, the last few years have seen a steady relaxation of his toil. The time has passed when he was wont to lock himself in a room and work sixty hours at a stretch without taking more than an hour’s sleep at various intervals in that time. MRS. EDISON IS ALSO AN INVENTOR OF GOOD ABILITY.