Mr. Hugh Searles of London Arrives
A Bad Send-off
Aboard the S.S. Majestic
Discomfitures at Sea
Half Awake, Half Asleep
Life at Sea a Kaleidoscope
Colonel Harris Returns to Harrisville
Capital and Labor in Conference
Knowledge is Power
In Touch with Nature
The Strike at Harrisville
Anarchy and Results
Colonel Harris Follows his Family Abroad
Safe Passage, and a Happy Reunion
A Search for Ideas
The Harrises Visit Paris
In Belgium and Holland
Paris, and the Wedding
Aboard the Yacht “Hallena”
Two Unanswered Letters
Colonel Harris’s Big Blue Envelope
Gold Marries Gold
The Magic Band of Beaten Gold
Workings of the Harris-Ingram Experiment
THE HARRISES IN NEW YORK
It was five o’clock in the afternoon, when a bright little messenger boy in blue touched the electric button of Room No. —— in Carnegie Studio, New York City. At once the door flew open and a handsome young artist received a Western Union telegram, and quickly signed his name, “Alfonso H. Harris” in the boy’s book.
“Here, my boy, is twenty-five cents,” he said, and tore open the message, which read as follows:—
Alfonso H. Harris,
Carnegie Studio, New York.
We reach Grand Central Depot at 7:10 o’clock
tomorrow evening in our
new private car Alfonso. Family greetings; all well.
Alfonso put the telegram in his pocket, completed packing his steamer trunk, wrote a letter to his landlord, enclosing a check for the last quarter’s rent, and ran downstairs and over to the storage company, to leave an order to call for two big trunks of artist’s belongings, not needed in Europe.
A hansom-cab took him to the Windsor Hotel, where he almost forgot to pay his barber for a shave, such was his excitement. A little dry toast, two soft boiled eggs, and a cup of coffee were quite sufficient, since his appetite, usually very good, somehow had failed him.