Produced by Roger Frank and Sue Clark WHITE LIGHTNING By Edwin Herbert Lewis Author of “Those About Trench,” Etc. 1923 COVICI-McGEE CHICAGO ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Copyright 1923 Covici-McGee Chicago PRESS OF PRINTING SERVICE COMPANY CHICAGO ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The thunderbolts were imprisoned in crucibled crystalline ore, And locked in the laughing ocean, and shut in the shining shore, And lulled in the light of evening, and hushed in gentle grain And unimperiled lilies impearled with quiet rain. A world of woven lightning, incredible, unguessed, Where we saw an Easter lily, and Raphael saw the rest. —The Ballad of Ryerson. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ WHITE LIGHTNING Chapter 1. Hydrogen An auburn-haired boy of twelve stood looking in at the door of a blacksmith shop and wondering why the smith sprinkled water on the fire. He stood with two girls and had an arm around each, but for the moment he had forgotten them both. There have always been smithies, and children coming home from school have loved to look in at the open door, and doubtless there has been many a lad of whom the girls were so fond that they were willing to stand like tame fillies while he gazed into the shop like a wondering colt. In such cases the young spectators were fascinated by the brawny courage of the smith, and by the danger of the sparks, but few would conclude that water will burn. This boy however did. He noticed that the sprinkling made the red flame sink back into the coals and then emerge whiter and brighter. The fire was certainly feeding on water. Presently the dazzling bar of iron was withdrawn, and the sparks began to fall at his feet. The girls shrank back, and he laughingly drew them away. Now this did not happen in a village but in the city of Chicago, and in the year 1905. Marvin Mahan was the third son of Chase Mahan, a mining engineer who was oftener away from home than at home. On this May afternoon, however, he happened not only to be in Chicago but to be engaged in writing letters in his den, which held minerals and chemicals and included most of the top story of an old house on the north side.