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tion to that of Morse and says. "Why not take those wires away 

 altogether and send our electricity to make it own path through 

 space?" This was a superhuman effort, and this was the immortaJ 

 Marconi. He established a dispatching station at one side of the 

 Atlantic ocean and a receiving station on the other side, with 3,OOG 

 miles of ocean between, having his skilled assistant at the dispatching 

 station with instructions to keep sending a message consisting of 

 the crooked little letter S and keep on till he received further in- 

 struction, while he, the immortal Marconi, stationed himself at the 

 other station to await results. At the time appointed both were on 

 duty, when Marconi felt (if he did not fully realize it) that there was 

 some influence being exercised on his instrument, indefiinite, uncer- 

 tain, but as the dispatcher kept on repeating the letter S its symbol 

 flickered and wavered till at last the finger of God traced that letter 

 S in the sight of Marconi as clearly and distinctly as that same finger 

 of God in long ages gone by traced the fatal MENE MENE TEKEL 

 UPHARSIN on the walls of Balschazer's banquet hall, and we had 

 the wireless telegraph an established fact through the knowledge, 

 faith, and above all, the imagination of Marconi under God's supreme 

 blessings. 



Now compare our dwarf fruit question with the above scrap of 

 history and note the resemblance. None of those developments 

 added anything to the inherent powers of electricity They already 

 existed from the foundation of the world, but simply were un- 

 recognized, and the men their heads screwed on in the right direction 

 to see the glorious vista spread before them and the imagination to 

 appreciate it had not yet come. So with the dwarf fruit tree ques- 

 tion. More than 1,000 years ago the Japanese gardeners became 

 aware of the possibilities of dwarfing fruit trees. Hundreds of 

 years later the system was practiced in Europe. Fruit growing was 

 practiced from the days of the Garden of Eden, and the industry 

 grew up in the long courses of the ages, line upon line, precept upon 

 precept, here a little and there a little, till we reached the present 

 state of commercial orchardizing. When a man comes along with his 

 head screwed on in the proper direction to see the glorious vista 

 opening before him of the future of dwarf fruit tree culture and 

 blessed with the imagination to realize it in all its detail and practical 

 knowledge of the subject, and although 75 years of age, with mental 

 activity sufficient to carry out his investigation in spite of the silly 

 vaporing of Dr. Ossler, who thinks men should be narcoticized with 



