It was another day.
In the mind of Edward Franklin, when he was but a boy, there came often problems upon which he pondered with all the melancholy seriousness of youth, and as he grew to young manhood he found always more problems to engage his thoughts, to challenge his imagination.

They told the boy that this earth was but a part of a grand scheme, a dot among the myriad stars.

He was not satisfied, but asked always where was the Edge.

No recurrent quotient would do for him; he demanded that the figures be conclusive.

They told him of the positive and negative poles, and he wished to see the adjoining lines of the two hemispheres of force.