se yourself by
telling me that you had forgotten it--"

"You broke off about the clock, you know," interrupted Christopher.

"Yes. Nevertheless, I cannot be accused of having forgotten the
information, and to prove it I will say that what I intended to add was
that at night the numerals on the dial are not only illuminated but a
flashlight from the tower sends out the time to those too far away
either to see the face of the clock or hear it strike. A series of white
flashes mark the hours, and the quarter hours are indicated by red
flashes. Out over the land shoot these lights--out over the sea too. It
is a mighty beacon--a great, throbbing, live thing that from its place
high above the city keeps constant watch and slumbers not nor sleeps."

Christopher looked into the old man's eyes.

"I don't believe," ventured he, with a wistful expression, "it would be
fair to swap any of the stuff I know for yours. You see, the things you
have stored away in your mind are so much--so much finer."

"They weren't at first, laddie," returned McPhearson kindly. "I gathered
a deal of worthless material before it occurred to me I could improve
its quality. Then one day I said to myself, 'Why isn't it just as
possible to collect beautiful and interesting thoughts as to collect
stamps, or china teapots, or anything else?' So I set about weeding out
the good from the unprofitable and found the scheme worked perfectly. If
you don't believe it, try the plan yourself sometime, sonny."

"I'm going to," affirmed Christopher with earnest emphasis.

The Scotchman bent to file the tooth of a small brass wheel.

"Before we drop the subject of giant clocks," continued he presently, "I
must warn you not to forget the monster newly set up by the Colgates on
their building that skirts the Jersey shore of the Hudson. It is a
veritable Titan with a dial fifty feet in diameter and hands measuring
thirty-seven and a quarter feet and twenty-seven and a half feet in
length. For miles down New York harbor it is visible, a formidable
contestant for world supremacy."

"Clocks seem to grow bigger and bigger, don't they?" mused the boy.

"I hope they grow better and better--a far finer achievement, to my way
of thinking," was the craftsman's answer.

CHAPTER XIII

CLOCKS ON LAND AND CLOCKS AT SEA

Christmas came and went, January passed, and February was well on its
way, and still Christopher did not tire of coming into the city with his
fa