Part 9 (2/2)
”It is easy to name him,” said Cosmo. ”Kant Jacobi Leergeschwatz.”
”Why he?”
”Because he will harmlessly represent the metaphysical _genus_, for n.o.body will ever understand him.”
”Musicians twelve?”
”Chosen for the same reason as the players,” said Cosmo, rapidly writing down twelve names because they were not easy to p.r.o.nounce, and handing them to Smith, who duly copied them off.
When this was done Cosmo himself called out the next category--”'speculative geniuses.'”
”I mean by that,” he continued, ”not Wall Street speculators, but foreseeing men who possess the gift of looking into the 'seeds of time,'
but who never get a hearing in their own day, and are hardly ever remembered by the future ages which enjoy the fruits whose buds they recognized.”
Cosmo mentioned two names which Joseph Smith had never heard, and told him they ought to be written in golden ink.
”They are _sui generis_, and alone in the world. They are the most precious cargo I shall have aboard,” he added.
Smith shrugged his shoulders and stared blankly at the paper, while Cosmo sank into a reverie. Finally the secretary said, smiling with evident approval this time:
”'Society' zero.”
”Precisely, for what does 'society' represent except its own vanity?”
”And then comes agriculture and mechanics.”
For this category Cosmo seemed to be quite as well prepared as for that of science. He took from his pocket a list already made out and handed it to Joseph Smith. It contained forty names marked ”cultivators, farmers, gardeners,” and fifty ”mechanics.”
”At the beginning of the twentieth century,” he said, ”I should have had to reverse that proportion--in fact, my entire list would then have been top-heavy, and I should have been forced to give half of all the places to agriculture. But thanks to our scientific farming, the personnel employed in cultivation is now reduced to a minimum while showing maximum results. I have already stored the ark with seeds of the latest scientifically developed plants, and with all the needed agricultural implements and machinery.”
”There yet remain thirteen places 'specially reserved,'” said Smith, referring to the paper.
”I shall fill those later,” responded Cosmo, and then added with a thoughtful look, ”I have some humble friends.”
”The next thing,” he continued, after a pause, ”is to prepare the letters of invitation. But we have done enough for to-night. I will give you the form to-morrow.”
And all this while half the world had been peacefully sleeping, and the other half going about its business, more and more forgetful of recent events, and if it had known what those two men were about it would probably have exploded in a gust of laughter.
CHAPTER VII
THE WATERS BEGIN TO RISE
Cosmo Versal had begun the construction of his ark in the latter part of June. It was now the end of November. The terrors of the _third sign_ had occurred in September. Since then the sky had nearly resumed its normal color, there had been no storms, but the heat of summer had not relaxed. People were puzzled by the absence of the usual indications of autumn, although vegetation had shriveled on account of the persistent high temperature and constant suns.h.i.+ne.
”An extraordinary year,” admitted the meteorologists, ”but there have been warm falls before, and it is simply a question of degree. Nature will restore the balance and in good time, and probably we shall have a severe winter.”
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