With the present hatred of nation against nation, with different countries full of those unimprisoned maniacs whom we call Jingoes--men preaching the hatred of one people against another--how long do you think the world will last when once such knowledge is abroad in it ?" The Professor looked longingly at the machine he had so slowly and painfully constructed.
"It would be of much use to humanity if it were but benevolently employed.

With the coal fields everywhere diminishing, it would supply a motive force for the universe that would last through the ages." "Professor Seigfried," exclaimed Jennie earnestly, "when the Lord permits a knowledge of that machine to become common property, it is His will that the end of the world shall come." The Professor said nothing, but stood with deeply wrinkled brow, gazing earnestly at the mechanism.

In his hand was the hammer-head which he had previously given to the girl; his arm went up and down as if he were estimating its weight; then suddenly, without a word of warning, he raised it and sent it crashing through the machine, whose splintering glass fell with a musical tinkle on the floor.
Jennie gave a startled cry, and with a low moan the Professor struggled to his chair and fell, rather than sat down, in it.

A ghastly pallor overspread his face, and the girl in alarm ran again to the cupboard, poured out some brandy and offered it to him, then tried to pour it down his throat, but his tightly set teeth resisted her efforts.

She chafed his rigid hands, and once he opened his eyes, slowly shaking his head.
"Try to sip this brandy," she said, seeing his jaws relax.
"It is useless," he murmured with difficulty.