Christian socialism -- Fiction; German Americans -- Fiction; Shoemakers -- Fiction
Leppel himself could have lived on air, in his present tension of mind
and body. His model was at last completed; more, it actually worked. It
was indeed a beauteous little machine, and the admiration of the whole
quarter; so that, in spite of the hard times, he had been able to borrow
five dollars here and ten there, until he had raised enough to pay the
necessary fees at the patent-office.
“But if you take my advice,” said one of the lenders (the loans were all
to be secured by shares in the patent), “you’ll get a man I know in
Washington to look into it for you. I believe he has that patent-office
at his finger-ends, and it’s a regular picnic to hear him tell why this
model was a failure, and that, not half so good, perhaps, took like hot
cakes. Just send your machine to him. It looks to _me_ like a pretty
good thing, but”—
“I’ll _take_ it to him,” answered Leppel sharply.
He did take it to him.
The man of knowledge inspected it closely, and carefully studied every
motion. Then he thoughtfully stroked his beard, which was long and
luxuriant (perhaps from excess of knowledge) to the point of
aggressiveness.
“Yes,” he said slowly. “Yes, yes. Seems pretty clever: ingenious, too;
works all right; labor-saving, no doubt of that. Might be a very good
thing; but I’m afraid, Mr. Rolf, I’m _afraid_ there’s no money in it. In
fact,” for you see the man of knowledge had had other interviews with
inventors, and he knew that things must be broken to them gently, “in
fact, there’s a what-you-call-‘em already in the office, enough like
yours to be its own brother.”
“Impossible! I never heard of it!” stammered the inventor.
“Oh! I don’t suppose you did; case of great minds thinking alike, you
know. Bless your soul, it happens every day! Not the same _machine_, you
know,” with an emphasis as if it might possibly have been the same
something else; “but like it; just enough like it for yours to be an
infringement on the patent, if the patent was worth anything, which it
ain’t.”
“Then my invention is surely not the same,” said poor Leppel, in his
labored English; for, though he had twice helped to elect a President,
he had lived in America only ten years. “Have you not already said it
was good and labor-saving?”
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