in him as a model for Achilles. He was as unlike the modern hideous
type of man as he could well be,--and most particularly unlike any
specimen of American that could be found on the whole huge
continent. In truth he was purely and essentially English of
England,--one of the fine old breed of men nurtured among the winds
and waves of the north, for whom no labour was too hard, no service
too exacting, no death too difficult, provided "the word was the
bond." His natural gifts of intellect were very great, and profound
study had ripened and rounded them to fruition,--certain discoveries
in chemistry which he had tested were brought to the attention of
his own country's scientists, who in their usual way of accepting
new light on old subjects smiled placidly, shook their heads, pooh-
poohed, and finally set aside the matter "for future discussion."
But Roger Seaton was not of a nature to sink under a rebuff. If the
Wise Men of Gotham in England refused to take first advantage of the
knowledge he had to offer them, then the Wise Men of Gotham in
Germany or the United States should have their chance. He tried the
United States and was received with open arms and open minds. So he
resolved to stay there, for a few years at any rate, and managed to
secure a position with the tireless magician Edison, in whose
workshops he toiled patiently as an underling, obtaining deeper
grasp of his own instinctive knowledge, and further insight into an
immense nature secret which he had determined to master alone. He
had not mastered it yet--but felt fairly confident that he was near
the goal. As he slept peacefully, with the still shade of a heavily
foliaged vine which ramped over the roof of the hut, sheltering his
face from the sun, his whole form in its relaxed, easy attitude
expressed force in repose,--physical energy held in leash.

The sun sank lower, its hue changing from poppy red to burning