into being?"

In another essay she said:

"Half a century ago it was discovered that a man could talk through
a thousand miles of wire, and yet now we doubt that a man can descend
through fourteen miles of rock."

As to the Artesian ray itself, there could be no doubt whatever, for
when Clewe, in one of his experiments, directed it horizontally through
a small mountain and objects could be plainly discerned upon the other
side, discussions in regard to the genuineness of the action of the
photic borer were useless.

In medicine, as well as surgery, the value of the Artesian ray was
speedily admitted by the civilized world. To eliminate everything
between the eye of the surgeon and the affected portion of a human
organism was like the rising of the sun upon a hitherto benighted
region.

In the winter, Margaret Raleigh and Roland Clewe were married. They
travelled; they lived and loved in pleasant places; and they returned
the next year rich in new ideas and old art trophies. They bought a fine
estate, and furnished it and improved it as an artist paints a picture,
without a thought of the cost of the colors he puts upon it. They were
rich enough to have everything they cared to wish for. Undue toil and
troubled thought had been the companions of Roland Clewe for many a
year, and their company had been imposed upon him by his poverty; now
he would not, nor would his wife, allow that companionship to be imposed
upon him by his riches.

The Great Stone of Sardis was sold to a syndicate of kings, each member
of which was unwilling that this dominant gem of the world should belong
exclusively to any royal family other than his own. When a coronation
should occur, each member of the syndicate had a right to the use of
the jewel; at other times it remained in the custody of one of the great
bankers of the world, who at stated periods allowed the inhabitants of
said planet to gaze upon its transcendent brilliancy.

But the Works at Sardis were not given up. Margaret was not jealous
of her rival, Science, and if Roland had ceased to be an inventor, a
discoverer, a philosopher, simply because he had become a rich and happy
husband, he would have ceased to be the Roland she had loved so long.

The discovery of the north pole had given him fame and honor; for,
notwithstanding the fact that he had never been there, he was always
considered as the man who had given to the world its only knowledge of
its most northern point.