Chapter VI Half Awake, Half Asleep Chapter VII Life at Sea a Kaleidoscope Chapter VIII Colonel Harris Returns to Harrisville Chapter IX Capital and Labor in Conference Chapter X Knowledge is Power Chapter XI In Touch with Nature Chapter XII The Strike at Harrisville Chapter XIII Anarchy and Results Chapter XIV Colonel Harris Follows his Family Abroad Chapter XV Safe Passage, and a Happy Reunion Chapter XVI A Search for Ideas Chapter XVII The Harrises Visit Paris Chapter XVIII In Belgium and Holland Chapter XIX Paris, and the Wedding Chapter XX Aboard the Yacht "Hallena" Chapter XXI Two Unanswered Letters Chapter XXII Colonel Harris's Big Blue Envelope Chapter XXIII Gold Marries Gold Chapter XXIV The Magic Band of Beaten Gold Chapter XXV Workings of the Harris-Ingram Experiment Chapter XXVI Unexpected Meetings Chapter XXVII The Crisis THE HARRIS-INGRAM EXPERIMENT CHAPTER I THE HARRISES IN NEW YORK It was five o'clock in the afternoon, when a bright little messenger boy in blue touched the electric button of Room No. ---- in Carnegie Studio, New York City. At once the door flew open and a handsome young artist received a Western Union telegram, and quickly signed his name, "Alfonso H. Harris" in the boy's book. "Here, my boy, is twenty-five cents," he said, and tore open the message, which read as follows:-- Harrisville,--. _Alfonso H. Harris, Carnegie Studio, New York._ We reach Grand Central Depot at 7:10 o'clock tomorrow evening in our new private car Alfonso. Family greetings; all well. Reuben Harris. Alfonso put the telegram in his pocket, completed packing his steamer trunk, wrote a letter to his landlord, enclosing a check for the last quarter's rent, and ran downstairs and over to the storage company, to leave an order to call for two big trunks of artist's belongings, not needed in Europe. A hansom-cab took him to the Windsor Hotel, where he almost forgot to pay his barber for a shave, such was his excitement. A little dry toast, two soft boiled eggs, and a cup of coffee were quite sufficient, since his appetite, usually very good, somehow had failed him. It was now fifteen minutes to seven o'clock. In less than half an hour Alfonso was to meet his father, mother, and sisters, and after a few days in the metropolis, join them in an extended journey over the British Isles, and possibly through portions of Europe.