Chapter I The Harrises in New York

Chapter II
Mr. Hugh Searles of London Arrives

Chapter III
A Bad Send-off

Chapter IV
Aboard the S.S.  Majestic

Chapter V
Discomfitures at Sea

Chapter VI
Half Awake, Half Asleep

Chapter VII
Life at Sea a Kaleidoscope

Chapter VIII
Colonel Harris Returns to Harrisville

Chapter IX
Capital and Labor in Conference

Chapter X
Knowledge is Power

Chapter XI
In Touch with Nature

Chapter XII
The Strike at Harrisville

Chapter XIII
Anarchy and Results

Chapter XIV
Colonel Harris Follows his Family Abroad

Chapter XV
Safe Passage, and a Happy Reunion

Chapter XVI
A Search for Ideas

Chapter XVII
The Harrises Visit Paris

Chapter XVIII
In Belgium and Holland

Chapter XIX
Paris, and the Wedding

Chapter XX
Aboard the Yacht “Hallena”

Chapter XXI
Two Unanswered Letters

Chapter XXII
Colonel Harris’s Big Blue Envelope

Chapter XXIII
Gold Marries Gold

Chapter XXIV
The Magic Band of Beaten Gold

Chapter XXV
Workings of the Harris-Ingram Experiment

Chapter XXVI
Unexpected Meetings

Chapter XXVII
The Crisis

THE HARRIS-INGRAM EXPERIMENT

CHAPTER I

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:—­

  Harrisville,—.

  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.

  Reuben Harris.

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.