"At the University."
"You mean in the laboratory."
Roger nodded. Haskell cleared his throat and looked over Roger"s black head for a minute, then he said:
"My dear fellow, I am a business man, not a philanthropist. When you can come to me and say, "I"ve got a plant in Texas and one in Mississippi and one in Egypt and they"ve worked for, say two years, and the folks want more," why, then you"ll interest me. But I don"t see putting a hundred thousand dollars into a laboratory experiment, however clever."
Roger"s clear blue eyes, still unsophisticated despite his twenty-five years, did not flinch. There was a perceptible pause, however, before he said:
"But, Mr. Haskell, how am I going to get a dozen plants into use unless some one manufactures and installs them for me?"
"Some one will have to do just that. But you"ll have to pay for it."
"But I thought great concerns like yours," persisted Roger, "were constantly looking for new developments."
"We are. But frankly, Mr. Moore, your whole idea is too visionary. Some day, undoubtedly, we shall have solar engineering. But that day is several generations away. We have coal and all its by-products and water power is just beginning to come into its own."
"Coal would have to retail at a dollar a ton to compete with my solar device in a hot climate," interrupted Roger.
"Very interesting if true! But you"ve erected no plant in a hot climate.
I"ll tell you what I will do though, Mr. Moore. I could very well use your unusual knowledge of heat transmission in my concern. I"ll give you three thousand a year to begin with."
Roger got slowly to his feet, rolling up his drawings. "Thank you, Mr.
Haskell. But I think I"ll stick to my solar engine."
Haskell rose too. "An inventor"s life is h.e.l.l, my boy. Better come in out of the rain."
"But why should it be h.e.l.l?" asked Roger. "The inventor is the very backbone of the industrial life of the world."
"I know it. But for every good invention offered there are a thousand poor ones. We who pay the piper have to be careful."
"I"m much obliged to you for giving me so much time," said Roger, picking up his hat.
"Not at all. And remember that my offer to you is a permanent one."
Roger grinned, and left the office.
Outside the building he drew a long breath, stared abstractedly at the pa.s.sing crowd, then drew out his second letter of introduction. James Howe and Sons Company, Marine Engines. Roger decided to walk to his second meeting. It would give him time to collect his thoughts. The walk was a long one and by the time he had covered the distance his hopes had soared again.
James Howe and Sons Company did not seem overjoyed by the letter of introduction and for some time it seemed as if Roger could not pa.s.s the young woman who guarded the main office door. He was finally admitted, however, to the office of Mr. Hearn, the general manager. Hearn was a man of forty, full faced and ruddy.
"I get the idea! I get the idea!" he said impatiently when Roger was about half way through his explanations.
Roger flushed. "You can"t possibly, Mr. Hearn. I haven"t reached the main idea yet."
"I"ve got enough to convince me that you"re hopelessly impractical. Give it up, young man! Give it up and get into something that"ll pay the bill at the corner grocery. Solar power is about as practical as wave power.
Fit merely for the dreams of poets. Sorry not to be able to give you more time. Good day! Miss Morris, call in the foundry boss."
Roger found himself in the street before he had finished rolling up his drawings. "Well, I"ll be hanged!" he muttered. Then he suddenly smiled.
"I think I came down here with an idea that we"d be turning out machines in a couple of months! Gee, if I"m landed by Christmas, I"ll be lucky."
He pulled out the third letter of introduction, and his head lifted defiantly, started off to present it.
The Dean had been generous with his letters, but by the end of the first week in Chicago, Roger had presented them all. Curiously enough, in all this week of meeting with manufacturers Roger told but one of them his ultimate dream. John McGinnis, maker of kerosene engines, was elderly and Irish and immensely interested in Roger and his idea.
He slapped Roger on the back. "It"s a grand idea, me boy! If I wasn"t just about to retire, hanged if I wouldn"t help you to build one plant.
How come you ever to take up solar heat though, with the world all howling for a real kerosene engine?"
They were sitting in McGinnis" pleasant office, the windows of which overlooked Lake Michigan. The old man had c.o.c.ked his feet up on his mahogany desk and had about him an air of leisurely interest. He gave Roger the mate to the long brown cigar he himself was smoking and after a few minutes Roger said, hesitatingly:
"When I was a kid of fourteen, labor difficulties ruined my father. He owned a little plow factory, employing a couple of hundred men. I got a good deal of the men"s side for I worked as a forge boy that summer, but after the crash, for a long time, I was all for father"s side of the matter. Gradually though, I began to think differently.
"I began to be sorry for the men as well as for my father. They were hardworking, ambitious chaps who wanted to get ahead, just as my father did. They took the only way they saw for getting ahead. They didn"t believe that just because father was the brain of the concern, he should be well-to-do and they poor.
"I couldn"t find any system of government that I was convinced would remove the economic inequalities that were the root of the trouble. So I began to think about sources of wealth. You can see how my mind fastened first on machinery, then on power, then on quant.i.ty and accessibility of power; then solar heat."
McGinnis nodded, then smiled. "You"re a d.a.m.n queer inventor. What do you expect to get out of it?"
"All any man can get on the physical side out of anything is a living,"
replied Roger. "What I am getting and expect to have more of, is some great adventures."
McGinnis smoked for a while and said, "If I were twenty-five instead of seventy, I"d look at it as you do. Being seventy I have to say to you, me boy, that though some day you may work out a practical plant for hot countries, you"ll never solve the labor problem. As long as human nature exists we"ll have social inequalities. But, after all, as long as you contribute something real to the world in the way of a power idea, devil a bit does it matter what motive put you at the job."
Roger smoked in silence.
"Had any encouragement in Chicago?" asked the older man.
"Not a bit," replied Roger, cheerfully. "But the trip has done me good.
I"ve learned that I can"t sell an idea. I"ve got to sell a working plant."
"Right you are! And with the patent situation fully covered. Those drawings of yours are full of interesting suggestions for makers of any kind of engines. Philanthropic of you to show them about Chicago."
"By Jove!" exclaimed Roger, with a startled air. "I guess I"d better beat it back to Eagle"s Wing until I get out of swaddling clothes. I supposed the firm that would take this up would take care of the patents. I don"t know anything about patents myself."
"Better learn," said McGinnis. "Many of your ideas are clever and need protection."
Roger laughed ruefully. "I thought," he confessed, "that I"d have the thing marketed in a couple of months."
"Listen," said the old man. "On the average the man who has an invention that is of fundamental significance gives his life to perfecting and marketing it, then dies hungry. Do you get me?"
"But there are exceptions, aren"t there?" insisted Roger.
"Yes, but no such pipe dream as you have there," pointing to the drawings, "could be an exception."
"Would you advise me to give it up?" Roger asked curiously.
"I would not. That"s your job. Civilization owes its existence to chaps like you."
Roger, face flushed, black hair rumpled, blue eyes glowing, rose to go.