And curious, hain’t it, that the noble and ardent discoverers who have tried to git friendly with them Great Forces and introduce ’em to the world have been called ignorant and pagan, when if these scoffers knowed it there is no paganism or ignorance to be compared to that of bigotry and intolerance.

And we see there dynamos of all kinds, motors, storage batteries, all sorts of power machines.  Electric railway equipments of every kind, telephone stations for talking with wires and without ’em, all kinds of electric lighting, arc lamps, electro-chemical displays.  And in one place they show the way Niagara wuz made to yield up her resistless power to work for mankind.  Labratories for all sorts of electrical exhibits and research work.  Electricity purifying water, making it safe to drink, wuz one of its best exhibits.

There wuz everything there it wuz possible to show in electricity and magnetism, not only in our own country, but the work and discoveries of all the foreign countries in this most interestin’ of fields.

There is another wireless telegraph and telephone station in the Model City that we visited another time.  You walk into this room and you don’t hear anything more than the ordinary noise the big crowd makes passin’ to and fro.  And the air about you don’t seem any different from jest plain Jonesville air.  Your human eyes and ears can’t discover any difference.

But you jest take up a receiver and put it to your ear and lo, and behold the atmosphere all about you is full of voices, near and fur off, strains of music.  It’s a sight.

And I sez to Josiah, “Who knows but some happy soul some happy day may discover the secret of seeing?  Who knows what divine visitors are this minute coming and going over these onseen routes connecting our souls with distant ones, connecting one land to another, one planet to another like as not.”

And growin’ some eloquent, I kep’ on, “We don’t hear the sound of their footsteps lighter and more noiseless than the down of a blossom, shod as they are with the softness of silence.  We don’t hear the rustle of their garments, woven of frabic [sic] lighter than air.  We can’t see their tender faces no more than we can see the sweet breath of the rose.  If they lay their tender hands on our foreheads they rest there so light and tender we fancy it is only a breath of air touchin’ our fevered brows bringing a sudden rest and comfort.

“If they speak to us when we’re tired out and heartbroken we hear their voices only in our souls that are suddenly and strangely consoled.  If their eyes ever look into our eyes filled with the divine pity and sweetness of their all comprehendin’ love and sympathy, we only know it by the sudden sunshiny light and warmth that fills our being.  But sometime, somewhere, some happy soul may see and comprehend what we now faintly apprehend.”

Josiah whispered, “Samantha Allen, do you realize what you’re doin’?  You’re attractin’ attention and makin’ talk, come along! this is no time for eppisodin’, if there ever is a right time.”