go to pot. We'd have to have all
our histories rewritten!

Harbauer is well-known in Denver as the eccentric inventor
who, for the last five or six years, has occupied a lonely
shack in the mountains, guarded by a high fence of barbed
wire. He claims that he has now perfected equipment which
will enable him to project himself forward in time, and
expects to make the experiment in the very near future.

This writer was permitted to view the equipment which
Harbauer says will shoot him into the future. The apparatus
is housed in a low, barn-like building in the rear of his
shack.

Along one side of the room is a veritable bank of electrical
apparatus with innumerable controls, many huge tubes of
unfamiliar shape and appearance, a mighty generator of some
kind and an intricate maze of gleaming copper bus-bar.

In the center of the room is a circle of metal, about a foot
in thickness, insulated from the flooring by four truncated
cones of fluted glass. This disc is composed of two
unfamiliar metals, arranged in concentric circles.

Above this disc, at a height of about eight feet, is
suspended a sort of grid, composed of extremely fine silvery
wires, supported on a frame-work of black insulating
material.

Asked for a demonstration of his apparatus, Harbauer finally
consented to perform an experiment with a dog--a white,
short-haired mongrel that, Harbauer informed us, he kept to
warn him of approaching strangers.

He bound the dog's legs together securely, and placed the
struggling animal in the center of the heavy metal disc.
Then the inventor hurried to the central control panel and
manipulated several switches, which caused a number of
things to happen almost at once.

The big generator started with a growl, and settled
immediately into a deep hum; a whole row of tubes glowed
with a purplish brilliancy. There was a crackling sound in
the air, and the grid above the disc seemed to become
incandescent, although it gave forth no apparent heat. From
the rim of the metal disc, thin blue streamers of electric
flame shot up toward the grid, and the little white dog
began to whine nervously.

"Now watch!" shouted Harbauer. He closed another switch,
and the space between the disc and the grid became a