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Haven't heard about him in years. What's he doing?" Barney said he had only seen the old man, hadn't spoken to him. But he
was sure it was McAllen. "Where was this?" Elby asked. "Sweetwater Beach. Small town down the Coast." Elby nodded. "It must have been McAllen. | 1 |
Vahr Farg's son had gotten his rifle unslung
and uncovered. The Southron with the other rifle was slower; he was
only getting off the cover as Vahr, who must have seen the flash,
fired hastily. Too hastily; the bullet kicked up snow twenty feet to
the left. The third man had drawn his negatron pistol and was trying
to use it; thin hairlines of brilliance were jetting out from his
hand, stopping far short of their mark. Raud closed his sights on the man with the autoloading rifle; as he
did, the man with the negatron pistol, realizing the limitations of
his weapon, was sweeping it back and forth, aiming at the snow fifty
yards in front of him. Raud couldn't see the effect of his second
shot--between him and his target, blueish light blazed and twinkled,
and dense clouds of steam rose--but he felt sure that he had missed. He reloaded, and watched for movements on the edge of the rising
steam. It cleared, slowly; when it did, there was nothing behind it. Even the
body of the dead man was gone. He blinked, bewildered. | 1 |
Watson rubbed his face
irritably. "I'm beat, Jerry. There's somethin' here I can't get my hands
nor my head onto." "I know." The sheriff banged one big hand against the crumpled list. "That butter
churn of Mulford's. By God, I saw it! Same brand, same color. Even had
scratches around the base where that old cat of his sharpened her
claws." "I know," Jerry said again. | 1 |
What could this strange silence portend? Two minutes and a half! Some Members rose and approached him, but Disraeli raised his hand as if
to deprecate their interference, and they stole back to their places
conscious that they were forbidden to interrupt. Then, at last, when the
second hand of the clock had passed three times round its course, the
most remarkable silence which the House had ever experienced within
living memory was broken as the Tory leader slowly began once more to
speak. "'Mr. Chairman,'" he said, "'and gentlemen,'" and then word for word he
repeated the whole speech of Mr. Gladstone from which he had made his
quotation, duly introducing the particular passage which the Liberal
leader had denied. Then he paused and looked across at his rival. The
challenge was not to be avoided, and Mr. Gladstone bowed. | 2 |
Are you still game?" Both men seemed a little dazed, but Fauré pulled himself together,
speaking slowly, like a man in a dream. "We're with you. It's still hard to believe: we've got immortality!" "I'd hardly call it immortality," said Hudson drily, "since, as I
understand it, SDE does not kill disease entities, nor ward off bullets
or the disintegrating nuclear shaft of the needler--as we will very
likely find out before very long. But what do we do now? When people see
these two girls together, it won't be an hour before Marley hears about
it." David spoke up with a new authority. "He must not hear about it. I know
how poorly equipped I am to handle this situation, but since I created
it, I must assume responsibility, and I have made my plans. | 1 |
In the hermetically sealed cylinder back
upstairs among my Americana Spink I have some photographs, Circa 1945. One is of a citizen of old Nazi Germany who was supposed to have
cremated himself in a bunker. Papers there record that my forebear,
Cyril Spink, had his doubts at the time. "I am the Neofeuhrer, Earthman," this creep says. "I will conquer the
universe." "Look," I says, pawing beads of sweat as big as the creep's eyes from my
brow, "have you been testin' atom bombs and worse down here?" "Jar." "There, I knew Professor Zalpha was off the beam," I yelp at Wurpz. "This is what is causin' the earthquakes." "Come, schwine," the creep says. | 1 |
Don't ask us to sell that to the troops!" Travis closed his eyes briefly. "Boys, listen. We don't have to tell the
men about this. They don't need to know the real story until it's too late
for them to get out. And then we shall cover ourselves with such glory that
none of us shall ever be forgotten. Americans are the best fighters in the
world when they are trapped. They teach this in the Foot School back on the
Chatahoochee. And if we die, to die for one's country is sweet--"
"Hell with that," Crockett drawled. "I don't mind dyin', but not for these
big landowners like Jim Bowie here. | 1 |
Barnabas Nguma looked
as if he might have some slight understanding of what had happened. He
was the only one who spoke. "Good day, Mr. Martin. I am sorry we have
disturbed you. Thank you for your valuable time," he said with dignity. And then the three men walked out the door, closing it behind them. The detective sat behind his desk, looking at the door, almost as if he
could see the men beyond it as they moved down the corridor. Several
minutes later, when his secretary opened the door again, he was still
staring thoughtfully at it. She thought he was staring at her. | 1 |
With
the town nearby and almost certainly having heard their signals to each
other. Black rage invaded Bell. They would be hunted for, of course. Dogs, perhaps, would trail them. And the thing would end when they were
at bay, ringed about by The Master's slaves, with twenty-five shells
only to expend. The dim little glow in the sky between the jungle leaves kept up. It was
bright, and slowly growing brighter. There was a sudden flickering and
even the jungle grew light for an instant. A few seconds later there was
a heavy concussion. "Something else went up then," growled Bell. | 1 |
In fact, at _Interplanet_, we think you've done everything
right--but I'll come to that later." * * * * *
Interplanet? Then it wasn't the hospital or the police. What could I.
P. want of him? "No doubt the test you took was somewhat of a shock. Don't blame the
psych examiner for the conclusions he formed--he can't be expected to
know more than the leading psychologists. You're probably curious as
to what this test has to do with you and _Interplanet_. We hope so--we
want you to keep on listening. "The test proved you're no longer a competent pilot--but it also
indicated something much bigger. Dan, _you_ are the answer to a problem
that has been bothering us for generations. | 1 |
"Anything else?" I asked. Lawton shook his head moodily. "Nothing you can help with. I told Defoe
this was going to happen!" "What?" He glared at me. "Man, didn't you just come in through the main
entrance? Didn't you see that mob?" "Well, I wouldn't call it a mob," I began. | 1 |
Van Stuyler
something to eat and drink. The dear old girl must be frightened half
out of her wits by this time." "Very well," replied Redgrave; "but we'll come down literally first, so
that we can get the propellers to work." He turned the wheel back till the indicator pointed to five. The
cloud-sea came up with a rush. They passed through it, and stopped about
a thousand feet above the sea. Redgrave touched the first button twice,
and then the next one twice. The air began to hiss past the walls of the
conning-tower. The crest-crowned waves of the Atlantic seemed to sweep
in a hurrying torrent behind them, and then Redgrave, having made sure
that Murgatroyd was at the after-wheel, gave him the course for
Washington, and then went down to induct his bride-elect into the art
and mystery of cooking by electricity as it was done in the kitchen of
the _Astronef_. CHAPTER V
As this narrative is the story of the personal adventures of Lord
Redgrave and his bride, and not an account of events at which all the
world has already wondered, there is no necessity to describe in any
detail the extraordinary sequence of circumstances which began when the
_Astronef_ dropped without warning from the clouds in front of the White
House at Washington, and his lordship, after paying his respects to the
President, proceeded to the British Embassy and placed the copy of the
Anglo-American agreement in Lord Pauncefote's hands. | 1 |
Was there any possibility of forcing
Barter to perform the operation? No, for under the anesthetic again,
Barter, angered by the thwarting of whatever purpose actuated him,
might do something even worse than he had done--if that were possible. Again, even if he reached civilisation with Ellen, every human hand
would be turned against him. Rifles would hurl their lead into him. Hunters would pursue him....
No, it was impossible. Bentley, Ellen, and the Apeman--his own body, ape-brained--were but
pawns in the hands of Barter. Barter might be actuated by a desire to
serve science, that science which was alike his tool and his god. Bentley scarcely doubted that Barter believed himself specially
ordained to do this thing, in the name of science; probably,
unquestionably, felt himself entirely justified. Plainly, now that Bentley recalled things Barter had said, Barter had
waited for an opportunity of this kind--had waited for someone to be
tossed into his net--and Ellen and Lee, flotsam of the sea, had come
in answer to the prayer for whose answer Barter had waited. It was horrible, yet there was nothing they could do--at least, to
free themselves--until it pleased Barter to take the step. | 1 |
The earth came up
and hit him in the face as hard as a fist in the jaw. Stunned for a
moment, he sucked air into his chest and let it out slowly. He lay
perfectly still. His ear felt as if someone had laid a burning torch on
it. "Got the sonofabitch," came Eli Greenglove's flat voice from only a
short distance away. But he was still alive. And no one was shooting at him. His body went
limp with relief. He could not believe that he was still alive and conscious. _Maybe I am dead. | 1 |
I appreciate that," the detective said. But they were only
words. He knew that BenChaim meant exactly what he said--or thought he
meant it. But he also knew that BenChaim and others would always wonder
why he had turned the job down. _God!_ he thought, _I wish I knew!_ The thought was only momentary. Then, as it had done so many times before, his mind veered away from the
dangerous subject. Moishe BenChaim stood up. "Well, that's all I had to say, Mr. Martin. I
just wanted to warn you that that man might be coming around and to tell
you how I felt. | 1 |
Think what the world must have been
before our days, what it was still when our mothers bore us, and see it
now! Think how these slopes once smiled under the golden harvest, how
the hedges, full of sweet little flowers, parted the modest portion of
this man from that, how the ruddy farmhouses dotted the land, and the
voice of the church bells from yonder tower stilled the whole world each
Sabbath into Sabbath prayer. And now, every year, still more and more of
monstrous weeds, of monstrous vermin, and these giants growing all about
us, straddling over us, blundering against all that is subtle and sacred
in our world. Why here--Look!" He pointed, and his friend's eyes followed the line of his white finger. "One of their footmarks. See! It has smashed itself three feet deep and
more, a pitfall for horse and rider, a trap to the unwary. There is a
briar rose smashed to death; there is grass uprooted and a teazle
crushed aside, a farmer's drain pipe snapped and the edge of the pathway
broken down. Destruction! | 1 |
If he could
be gotten through the degenerative period he might live. But, if he
lived, he would still die. That is, if his life processes continued,
the radiation sickness would kill him. The answer was to stop the life
process, temporarily, by means of the injections and deep-freeze in
the vaults. It was used for more than radiation, of course. Marianna,
for instance--
Well, anyway, that was what the vaults were. These were undoubtedly
just a sort of distribution point, where local cases were received and
kept until they could be sent to the main Company vaults up the coast
at Anzio. I wasn't questioning the presence of vaults there; I was only curious
why the Company felt they needed guarding. I found myself so busy, though, that I had no time to think about it. A good many of the cases in this shabby hospital really needed the
Company's help. | 1 |
They just kept watching
while I came up with my call-radio. Huey said: "What the hell!" and came for me. I stood up, spilling the knapsack, and got ready to stand him off; but
I didn't need to, not then. Three of the others piled on him, like
dogs on a bear, and held him down. Huey's friend was at my side when I
turned. "How come?" he said. "Who are you planning on calling?" "I said I wanted to help you," I told him. | 1 |
Now that he stopped to consider it, Clara's strange behavior had begun
at about the same time that Bill Walden started cheating on the shifts. That kid Mary must have known something was going on, or she would not
have done such a disgusting thing as to come to their apartment. Conrad had let the rocket fall nose-down, until now it was screaming
into the upper ionosphere. With no time to spare, he swiveled the ship
on its guiding jets and opened the drive blast at the up-rushing earth. He had just completed this wrenching maneuver when two appalling things
happened together. Conrad suddenly knew, whether as a momentary leak from Bill's mind to
his, or as a rapid calculation of his own, that Bill Walden and Clara
shared a secret. At the same moment, something tore through his mind
like fingers of chill wind. With seven gravities mashing him into the
bucket-seat, he grunted curses past thin-stretched lips. "Great blue psychiatrists! What in thirty straitjackets is that
three-headed fool trying to do, kill us both?" | 1 |
The head was completely wrung off." He gave a long, low whistle. "And what is more, I have an idea which of your brutes did the thing. It's only a suspicion, you know. Before I came on the rabbit I saw one
of your monsters drinking in the stream." "Sucking his drink?" "Yes." "'Not to suck your drink; that is the Law.' Much the brutes care
for the Law, eh? when Moreau's not about!" | 1 |
Stunned by astonishment and disbelief, Goat stared at him, his mouth
moving soundlessly. "Go away," he whispered hoarsely at last. "Go out of here, monster!" Obediently, Brute shambled out of the study. As he passed through the
door, Goat regained his voice and called after him:
"Tell the children to come and take away Adam's body." * * * * *
Kilometers away, Maya Cara Nome and S. Nuwell Eli rode a groundcar that
moved swiftly across the interminable waves of the red sand. It swayed
through hollows and jounced over multiple ridges, Nuwell steering it
with some difficulty. In the steely sky, the small sun moved downward,
its brightness unimpaired by the occasional thin clouds which moved
before it. The sun touched the western horizon, seemed to hesitate, dropped with
breathtaking suddenness, and the stars immediately began to appear in
the deepening twilight sky. They stopped and had a compact meal, heated in the groundcar's
short-wave cooker. | 1 |
Curtis answered. "Occasions like these
don't admit of chivalry. Come along! It's the ham I'm after." Curtis shuffled forward as he spoke, and the next moment Kelson and he
were standing in front of the counter. The girl eyed Curtis very dubiously and it is more than likely would
have refused to serve him had he been alone. But her expression
changed on looking at Kelson. Kelson was one of those individuals who
seldom fail to meet with the approval of women--there was a something
in him they liked. Probably neither he nor they could have defined
that something; but there it was, and it came in extremely handy now. "What do you want?" | 0 |
HOW long Hopkins would have remained in an unconscious state had not a
cold perspiration sprung forth from his forehead, and, trickling over
his temples, brought him to his senses, I cannot say. Suffice it to
relate that his stupor lasted hardly more than a minute. When he opened
his eyes and gazed over toward the haunted vase, he saw there the same
depressing nothingness accompanied by the same soul-chilling sighs that
had so discomfited him. To the ear there was something there, a
something quite as perceptible to the auricular sense as if it were a
living, tangible creature, but as imperceptible to the eye as that which
has never existed. The presence, or whatever else it was that had
entered into Toppleton's life so unceremoniously, was apparently much
affected by the searching gaze which its victim directed toward it. "Don't look at me that way, I beg of you, Mr. Toppleton," said the
spirit after it had sighed a half dozen times and given an occasional
nervous whistle. "I don't deserve all that your glance implies, and if
you could only understand me, I think you would sympathize with me in my
trials." "I? I sympathize with you? | 2 |
"We're gaining on Sticoon
fast. We should make Deimos about the same time. I wonder where Quent
Miles is by now." "Probably wishing he had stopped for fuel!" interjected Astro with a
sour look on his face. "See if you can pick up Sticoon on the audioceiver, Astro," said Kit. "Ask him for an estimated time of arrival on Deimos. One of us will
have to come in first." Astro flipped the switch on the panel and began his call "_Good Company_
to _Space Lance_, come in!" "Right here, Astro," replied Tom immediately. | 1 |
A
violent blow. I felt him go suddenly limp. I cast him off and,
doubling my body, I kicked at the ceiling. It sent me diagonally
downward to the window, where I clung. And I saw Miko standing on the deck with a weapon leveled at me! XIII
"Haljan! Yield or I'll fire! Moa, give me the smaller one." He had in his hand too large a projector. Its ray would kill me. | 1 |
"Surely," remonstrated Mrs. Futvoye, "you don't mean to turn his wife
and daughter out of the room at such a moment as this? We shall be
perfectly quiet, and we may even be of some help." "Do as you're told, my dear!" snapped the ungrateful mule; "do as you're
told. You'll only be in the way here. Do you suppose he doesn't know his
own beastly business?" They left accordingly; whereupon Fakrash took the cup--an ordinary
breakfast cup with a Greek key-border pattern in pale blue round the
top--and, drenching the mule with the contents, exclaimed, "Quit this
form and return to the form in which thou wast!" For a dreadful moment or two it seemed as if no effect was to be
produced; the animal simply stood and shivered, and Ventimore began to
feel an agonising suspicion that the Jinnee really had, as he had first
asserted, forgotten how to perform this particular incantation. All at once the mule reared, and began to beat the air frantically with
his fore-hoofs; after which he fell heavily backward into the nearest
armchair (which was, fortunately, a solid and capacious piece of
furniture) with his fore-legs hanging limply at his side, in a
semi-human fashion. | 2 |
An intact space
cabin represented the only haven in which they could escape from the
cumbersome garments long enough to tend their biological needs. Imperceptibly the sensation of weight returned, but it was not the body
weight of earth. Even on the moon's surface they would weigh but
one-sixth their normal weight. "Skipper, look." Prochaska's startled exclamation drew Crag's eyes to
the radarscope. Bandit had made minute corrections in its course. "They're using steering rockets," Crag mused, trying to assess its
meaning. "Doesn't make sense," said Prochaska. "They can't have that kind of
power to spare. They'll need every bit they have for landing." | 1 |
He jumped. "What the dusty hell--Oh." He tried to grin, but
his face burned. "I see." "That is a sexy type of furniture, all right," agreed Doran. He lowered
himself into another chair, cocked his feet on the 3-D and waved a
cigarette. "Which speaking of, what say we get some girls? It is not
too late to catch them at home. A date here will usually start around
2100 hours earliest." "What?" | 1 |
They'll be back." Jerry's hand went slowly down. The sheriff's voice echoed hollowly from
the lowered receiver. "Well, won't they?" * * * * *
It was after midnight when the doorbell rang. It didn't wake Jerry--he
was sitting in bed, staring into the darkness. There was a pile of books
beside him; he knocked them over getting up to answer the door. Mike Carver stumbled in. He dropped into a chair, panting. Jerry went
for a bottle and glass. | 1 |
It is exactly that. Every story that appears in
Astounding Stories not only must contain some of the forecasted
scientific achievements of To-morrow, but must be told vividly,
excitingly, with all the human interest that goes to make any story
enjoyable To-day. The Editor and staff of Astounding Stories express their sincere thanks
to all who have contributed to our splendid start--especially to those
who had the kindness to write in with their helpful criticism. Already one of your common suggestions has been taken up and embodied in
our magazine, and so we have this new department, "The Readers'
Corner," which from now on will be an informal meeting place for all
readers of Astounding Stories. We want you never to forget that a
cordial and perpetual invitation is extended to you to write in and talk
over with all of us anything of interest you may have to say in
connection with our magazine. If you can toss in a word of praise, that's fine; if only criticism,
we'll welcome that just as much, for we may be able to find from it a
way to improve our magazine. If you have your own private theory of how
airplanes will be run in 2500, or if you think the real Fourth Dimension
is different from what it is sometimes described--write in and share
your views with all of us. This department is all yours, and the job of running it and making it
interesting is largely up to you. So "come over in 'The Readers'
Corner'" and have your share in what everyone will be saying. --_The Editor._
"_And Kind to Their Grandmothers!_"
Dear Editor:
I received a pleasant surprise a few days ago when I found a new
Science Fiction magazine at the newsstand--Astounding Stories. | 1 |
"Laying all joking aside, Spink," the news analyst says dolefully, "you
don't expect this to work." "Of courst!" I says emphatically. "You forget the first man to reach New
Mu was a Spink. A Spink helped Columbus wade ashore in the West Indies. The first man to invent a road-map all citizens could unfold and
understand was a Spink." Zmorro turns to Zahooli and Wurpz. "Don't ask us anythin'!" they yelp in
unison. "You would only git a silly answer." | 1 |
'Twud be a shame to lave it where
it'd be misthreated. But th' on'y throuble with Jawn is that he don't
see how th' other fellow feels about it. As a father iv about thirty
dollars I want to bring thim up mesilf in me own foolish way. I may not
do what's right be thim. I may be too indulgent with thim. Their home
life may not be happy. Perhaps 'tis clear that if they wint to th'
Rockyfellar institution f'r th' care iv money they'd be in betther
surroundings, but whin Jawn thries to carry thim off I raise a cry iv
'Polis,' a mob iv people that niver had a dollar iv their own an' niver
will have wan, pounce on th' misguided man, th' polis pinch him, an' th'
governmint condemns th' institution an' lets out th' inmates an' a good
manny iv thim go to th'bad." "D'ye think he'll iver sarve out his fine?" asked Mr. Hennessy. | 2 |
"What time is it now?" asked the Canadian. "Two o'clock at least," replied Conseil. "How time flies on firm ground!" sighed Ned Land. "Let us be off," replied Conseil. We returned through the forest, and completed our collection by a raid
upon the cabbage-palms, that we gathered from the tops of the trees,
little beans that I recognised as the "abrou" of the Malays, and yams
of a superior quality. We were loaded when we reached the boat. But Ned Land did not find his
provisions sufficient. Fate, however, favoured us. | 1 |
"And you don't want to make them too jealous
of you. So you made sure you lost consistently for the final half hour
or so, and that took the edge off your earlier winning in their minds." "That's the ticket!" The Undertube pulled out of the station and shot bullet-like through its
dark tunnel. Silently, Alan thought about his night's experience. He saw
he still had much, very much to learn about life on Earth. Hawkes had a gift--the gift of winning. But he didn't abuse that gift. He concealed it a little, so the people who lacked his talent did not
get too jealous of him. Jealousy ran high on Earth; people here led
short ugly lives, and there was none of the serenity and friendliness of
life aboard a starship. | 1 |
"I suggest this would be a good place for the center of the town's
north side...."
"Yes, here by the riverbank would...."
"I'll go east and you go west a half mile each, then we'll set our
corner stakes." "Then we'll both walk south a mile and set those, and have the four
corners done. Sometimes, Owl, I have to give you credit for having
brains." "Wish I could say the same about you." Jak reached out and gave his
brother a friendly shove. "Get going, Stupe. And when we start south,
be sure you keep your line straight." "Look who's yelping. Mine'll be as plumb as yours--probably more so,
because I'm a better plumber than you are." Jon started his pacing, while Jak went in the opposite direction after
a pretended "_grrr_" at Jon's horrible pun. | 1 |
Feeling too depressed
to do anything, he sat down by the roadside, and seriously thought of
remaining there till daybreak. A twinge of rheumatism, however, reminded
him the ground was little warmer than ice, and made him realize that
lying on it would be courting death. Consequently, he got up, and
setting his lips grimly, struck out in the direction of Bishopstone. At
every step he took the track grew darker. Shadows of trees and
countless other things, for which he could see no counterpart, crept out
and rendered it almost impossible for him to tell where to tread. A
peculiar, indefinable dread also began to make itself felt, and the
darkness seemed to him to assume an entirely new character. He plodded
on, breaking into a jog-trot every now and then, and whistling by way of
companionship. The stillness was sepulchral--he strained his ears, but
could not even catch the sound of those tiny animals that are usually
heard in the thickets and furze-bushes at night; and all his movements
were exaggerated, until their echoes seemed to reverberate through the
whole forest. A turn of the road brought him into view of something that
made his heart throb with delight. Standing by the wayside was an
enormous coach with four huge horses pawing the ground impatiently. | 0 |
"Then let's go." They had to hurry, Glaudot knew. Riding that stallion,
that incredible conjured-out-of-nothing stallion, Chandler had probably
reached the spaceship by now. A few words, a few hurried explanations,
and Purcell would lead an armed party out after Glaudot. Again Robin was silent. Glaudot stood stiffly in front of her, so close
he could reach out and wrap his arms about her. But this wasn't the
time, he told himself. Later ... later ...
"All right," Robin said at last, her eyes looking troubled. "I'll take
you to the land of Cyclopes." They began to walk, in silence. | 1 |
Nearly three days later, the _Polaris_ appeared over the twin oceans of
Tara and glided into an orbit just beyond the pull of the planet's
gravity. Aboard the spaceship, last-minute preparations were made by the
red-eyed spacemen. In constant contact with Space Academy, using the resources of the
Academy's scientific staff to check the more difficult calculations, the
six men on the _Polaris_ worked on. Connel appeared on the radar bridge and flipped on the long-range
scanner. "Have to find out where Junior is," he said to Roger and Alfie. "That doesn't work, sir," said Roger. "What do you mean it doesn't work?" exploded Connel. "Junior's falling into the sun, sir. The radiations are blocking it out
from our present position." | 1 |
Why can't
you see how _wrong_ that is?" "You'd better watch those accusations, Julius," Debra said, quietly and
intensely, almost hissing. "I don't know who killed you or why, but
you're the one who's guilty here. You need help." I barked a humorless laugh. Guests were starting to stream into the
now-open Park, and several of them were watching intently as the three
costumed castmembers shouted at each other. I could feel my Whuffie
hemorrhaging. "Debra, you are purely full of shit, and your work is
trite and unimaginative. You're a fucking despoiler and you don't even
have the guts to admit it." "That's _enough_, Julius," Lil said, her face hard, her rage barely in
check. | 1 |
Just off the crystal disk,
beyond the scarlet pillar of fire, it paused for long seconds, seeming
to regard them with malevolent eyes. For the first time, Larry could see it plainly. Its body, or its central part, was a tube of transparent crystal; an
upright cylinder, rounded at upper and lower ends. It was nearly a
foot in diameter, and four feet long. It seemed filled with a
luminous, purple liquid. About the cylinder were three bands of greenish, glistening metal. Attached to the lower band were four jointed legs of the same bright
green metal, upon which the strange thing stood. Set in the middle band were two glittering, polished lenses, which
seemed to serve as eyes, and Larry felt that they were gazing at him
with malevolent menace. Behind the eyes, two wings sprang from the
green band. Ingenious, folding wings, of thin plates and bars of green
metal. | 1 |
That was the theory, anyway. Of course, there were rival
Tribalists in every single management consulting firm in the world working
against us. Management consultants have always worked on old-boys' networks,
after all -- it was a very short step from interning your frat buddy to
interning your Tribesman. "That's it? A meeting? Jesus, it's just a meeting. He probably wants you to
reassure him before he presents to the CEO, is all." "No, I'm sure that's not it. He's got us sniffed -- both of us. He's been going
through the product-design stuff, too, which is totally outside of his
bailiwick. | 1 |
"No," John said, "I want to tell you something, Sophy,"
and then we walked on to the old boat summer-house. There he told me
everything. I cannot describe to you my feelings of anguish and horror
when he told me of the appearance of the man. The interest of the tale
was so absorbing to me that I took no note of time, nor of the cold
night air, and it was only when it was all finished that I felt how
deadly chill it had become. "Let us go in, John," I said; "I am cold and
feel benumbed." But youth is hopeful and strong, and in another week the impression had
faded from our minds, and we were enjoying the full glory of midsummer
weather, which I think only those know who have watched the blue sea
come rippling in at the foot of the white chalk cliffs of Dorset. I had felt a reluctance even so much as to hear the air of the
_Gagliarda_, and though he had spoken to me of the subject on more than
one occasion, my brother had never offered to play it to me. I knew that
he had the copy of Graziani's suites with him at Worth Maltravers,
because he had told me that he had brought it from Oxford; but I had
never seen the book, and fancied that he kept it intentionally locked
up. He did not, however, neglect the violin, and during the summer
mornings, as I sat reading or working on the terrace, I often heard him
playing to himself in the library. Though he had never even given me any
description of the melody of the _Gagliarda_, yet I felt certain that he
not infrequently played it. | 0 |
"Um. I see--"
"So someone looks like me. He tried to swipe my ship, it would appear. But they didn't need a dame to distract me; I could have been pushed
off by a gunman. Frankly, I am of the type that will gladly hand over
my wallet, my shoes, and/or my worldly goods rather than to have a hole
drilled through my dinner. So, John, here is Nora Phillips' address. You can get the name of the defunct crook from the police, I'm sure. See what connection they might have had." Stacey looked at Paul with a smile. "You're not making uranium out of
broken pop bottles are you?" | 1 |
A great
examination! Among the thirteen who were accepted there were names
which have since become illustrious: Julian, Bourgeois, Auerbach.... I
do not envy my colleagues on the summits of their official honors; I
read their works with commiseration; and the pitiful errors to which
they are condemned by the insufficiency of their documents would amply
counterbalance my chagrin and fill me with ironic joy, had I not been
raised long since above the satisfaction of self-love. "When I was Professor at the Lycée du Parc at Lyons. I knew Berlioux
and followed eagerly his works on African History. I had, at that
time, a very original idea for my doctor's thesis. I was going to
establish a parallel between the Berber heroine of the seventh
century, who struggled against the Arab invader, Kahena, and the
French heroine, Joan of Arc, who struggled against the English
invader. I proposed to the _Faculté des Lettres_ at Paris this title
for my thesis: _Joan of Arc and the Tuareg_. This simple announcement
gave rise to a perfect outcry in learned circles, a furor of
ridicule. My friends warned me discreetly. I refused to believe them. | 1 |
I was still laughing when I discovered that the boat had slowed to a
crawl and we were backing in between two high cliffs. Evidently
Abdullah, who had now stopped praying, had gotten enough control of
the boat to keep her into the wind and was keeping enough speed
forward to yield to it gradually. That would be all right, I thought,
if the force of the wind stayed constant, and as soon as I thought of
that, it happened. We got into a relative calm, the boat went forward
again, and then was tossed up and spun around. Then I saw a mountain
slope directly behind us, out the rear window. A moment later, I saw rocks and boulders sticking out of it in
apparent defiance of gravitation, and then I realized that it was
level ground and we were coming down at it backward. That lasted a few
seconds, and then we hit stern-on, bounced and hit again. I was
conscious up to the third time we hit. The next thing I knew, I was hanging from my lashings from the side of
the boat, which had become the top, and the headlights and the lights
on the control panel were out, and Joe Kivelson was holding a
flashlight while Abe Clifford and Glenn Murell were trying to get me
untied and lower me. I also noticed that the air was fresh, and very
cold. | 1 |
"I crossed it of my own accord." "You have insulted me." "Publicly." "And you shall give me satisfaction for that insult." "Now, this minute." "No. I wish everything between us to be kept secret. There is a wood
situated three miles from Tampa--Skersnaw Wood. Do you know it?" "Yes." | 1 |
For an instant,
the old man tried to resist, then, realizing the futility and undignity
of struggling, subsided. The psychiatrist had taken a leather case from
his pocket and was selecting a hypodermic needle. Then Myra Hampton leaped to her feet, her face working hideously. "No! Stop! Stop!" she cried. Everybody looked at her in surprise, Colonel Hampton no less than the
others. Stephen Hampton called out her name sharply. "No! | 1 |
Simon could hear the burning arrows sizzle on the wet wooden frameworks
and wet hides. The hides did not burn, but the light from the arrows
made it easier for the crossbowmen shooting from the battlements to see
their targets. Teodoro was down on the roof directing their fire. The
archers volleyed at the closest tortoise. The steel bolts tore right
through the skins, piercing the men beneath. Simon heard the thump of
thirty bolts striking a tortoise at once, then screams. The framework
stopped moving, and Simon saw men crawling from under it. Some ran
frantically back to the shelter of the side streets; others crept a few
paces and collapsed. Something whizzed past Simon's head and struck the brick merlon beside
him. A shower of chips clattered on his mail. | 1 |
Wondered what happened to
him. Never saw him after the first day up in Opertal." Sornal came to the end of the tape, then scrabbled about and found the
beginning. He commenced rechecking against the print. Stan shook his
head in annoyance. "How many times is he going to have to check that thing?" he asked
himself. He walked toward the man. "Got trouble?" Sornal looked up, then cringed away from him. | 1 |
"Ladies and gentlemen," he said, "I will present to you,
in conclusion, the famous Japanese trick recently invented
by the natives of Tipperary. Will you, sir," he continued
turning toward the Quick Man, "will you kindly hand me
your gold watch?" It was passed to him. "Have I your permission to put it into this mortar and
pound it to pieces?" he asked savagely. The Quick Man nodded and smiled. The conjurer threw the watch into the mortar and grasped
a sledge hammer from the table. There was a sound of
violent smashing, "He's-slipped-it-up-his-sleeve,"
whispered the Quick Man. "Now, sir," continued the conjurer, "will you allow me
to take your handkerchief and punch holes in it? Thank
you. | 2 |
He was on his way again at the
first touch of daylight, the sky darker than ever and the wind spinning
random flakes of snow before him. He stopped to look back to the south once, thinking, _If I turn back now
I might get out before the blizzard hits._
Then the other thought came: _These hills all look the same. It I don't
go to the iron while I'm this close and know where it is, it might be
years before I or anyone else could find it again._
He went on and did not look back again for the rest of the day. By midafternoon the higher hills around him were hidden under the clouds
and the snow was coming harder and faster as the wind drove the flakes
against his face. It began to snow with a heaviness that brought a half
darkness when he came finally to the hill he had seen through the
glasses. A spring was at the base of it, bubbling out of red clay. Above it the
red dirt led a hundred feet to a dike of granite and stopped. He hurried
up the hillside that was rapidly whitening with snow and saw the vein. It set against the dike, short and narrow but red-black with the iron it
contained. He picked up a piece and felt the weight of it. | 1 |
She would do just that, thought Cassal. "What about this Murra Foray?" The old man winked mysteriously. He opened his mouth and then seemed
overcome with senile fright. Hurriedly he shuffled away. Cassal gazed after him, baffled. The old man was afraid for his job,
afraid of the first counselor. Why he should be, Cassal didn't know. He
shrugged and went on. The agency was now in motion in his behalf, but
he didn't intend to depend on that alone. | 1 |
"James, perhaps you'd like to come up to the front and finish the lesson?" "Sir?" I said, looking at the blackboard. He'd been going through quadratics, an
elaborate first-principles proof. "I believe you know this already, don't you? Come up to the front and finish the
lesson." Slowly, I got up from my desk, leaving my slate on my desk, and made my way up
to the front. Some of the kids giggled. I picked up a piece of chalk from the
chalk-well, and started to write on the board. Mr Adelson walked back to my seat and sat down. | 1 |
The world was frightened. It looked for a victim, or victims, for its
fear. Once upon a time, witches were burned to ease the terrors of
ignorance, and plague-spreaders were executed in times of pestilence
to assure everybody that now the plague would cease since somebody had
been killed for spreading it. Organizations came into being with the official and impassioned purpose
of seeing that space research ceased immediately. Even more violent
organizations demanded the punishment of everybody who had ever
considered space travel a desirable thing. Congress cut some hundreds
of millions from a guided-missile-space-exploration appropriation as
a starter. A poor devil of a crackpot in Santa Monica, California,
revealed what he said was a spaceship he'd built in his back yard
to answer the signals from M-387. He intended to charge a quarter
admission to inspect it, using the money to complete the drive
apparatus. The thing was built of plywood and could not conceivably
lift off the ground, but a mob wrecked his house, burned the puerile
"spaceship" and would have lynched its builder if they'd thought to
look in a cellar vegetable closet. Other crackpots who were more
sensitive to public feelings announced the picking up of messages
addressed to the distant Something. | 1 |
Elizabeths
and told them the same thing. More used to the strange demands of
neurotic and psychotic patients, they were readier to comply. Everyone, Malone realized with satisfaction, was now assembling. Burris and the others were ready to go, sparklingly dressed and
looking impatient. Malone put down the phone and took one great breath
of relief. Then, beaming, he led the others out. * * * * *
Ten minutes later, there were nine men in Elizabethan costume standing
outside the room which had been designated as the Queen's Court. Dr. Gamble's costume did not quite fit him; his sleeve-ruffs were half way
up to his elbows and his doublet had an unfortunate tendency to creep. The St. | 1 |
Take it off this infernally hot night? Carry you out through the cool
reaches of interplanetary space? If there is anything else you want to
know, just ask me." "Yes," Captain Blake agree, "there is. I want to know how the game
came out back in New York--and you don't know that. Let's go over and
ask the radio man. He probably has the dope." "Good idea," said McGuire; "maybe he has picked up a message from
Venus; we'll make a date." He looked vainly for the brilliant star as
they walked out into the night. There were clouds of fog from the
nearby Pacific drifting high overhead. | 1 |
You've been out twenty hours, yourself. I'll fill you in on the news. Just shut up and drink up. Good Earth
whiskey--a hundred bucks just to shoot a fifth into orbit." Frank gulped and coughed. "Thanks, Gimp." His voice was like pumice. "Shut up, I said!" Gimp ordered arrogantly. "About me--first. | 1 |
The other was twisted and charred. "And Crane, the last," said Hawk Carse, and for some moments he stood
there, his face cold and unmoving save for the tiny twitching of the
left eyelid. Utter silence rested over the bitter three--a silence
broken only by the occasional roar of an angry phanti bull outside in
the enclosure. Finally Carse took a deep breath and turned to Friday. "You'll see to their burying," he ordered quietly. "Get the power ray
from the ship and burn out two big pits on that knoll off the corner
of the corral." Friday looked at him in puzzlement. "Two, suh?" he repeated. "Why two? | 1 |
One of us must watch the others go, and
then take the ring back to its place in the Museum. We will be gone too
long a time for one person to watch it here." The Very Young Man suddenly went to one of the doors and locked it. "We don't want any one coming in," he explained as he crossed the room
and locked the others. "And another thing," he went on, coming back to the table. "When I saw
the ring at the Biological Society the other day, I happened to think,
suppose Rogers was to come out on the underneath side? It was lying
flat, you know, just as it is now." He pointed to where the ring lay on
the handkerchief before them. "I meant to speak to you about it," he
added. "I thought of that," said the Doctor. | 1 |
Since he was in command of
the detachment, he could in all truth say that this was his own personal
planet. It would be a good bit of space humor to spring on the folks back
on Terra. "Yep, once I was boss of a whole world. Made myself king. Emperor of all
the metal molecules and king of the thorium spurs. And my subjects obeyed
my every command." He added, "Thanks to Planeteer discipline. The
detachment commander is boss." He reminded himself that he had better stop gathering space dust and
start acting like a detachment commander. He walked back to the landing
boat, stepping with care. | 1 |
I
was encouraged to prophesy the fact that six months before the election
of July, 1892, when Mr. Gladstone was confident of "sweeping the
country" and coming back with a majority of 170 or so, when both sides
predicted a decisive result, and political prophets were cocksure of
large figures, I luckily happened to be more successful in my
vaticinations than they, giving the Gladstonians a majority of something
between forty and forty-five. The actual majority turned out, six
months afterwards, to be forty-two. This encouraged me to write the
following letter to the _Times_, and it appeared July 19th:
"_A Parliamentary Prophecy._
"Sir,--I am surprised that no Parliamentary chronicler has written to
the papers to thank the electors of the United Kingdom for the happy
result of the General Election. The jaded journalist is the only person
to whom the result is pleasing, as he will have no lack of material for
descriptive matter in the coming Parliament. "The Gladstonians are not pleased, because they have barely got a
working majority. The Conservatives are not pleased, because they have
not got one at all. The Liberal Unionists are not pleased, because they
go with the Conservatives. The Irish Nationalists are chagrined, because
of the success of five Unionists in Ireland. The Parnellites feel
mischievous but unhappy. | 2 |
We have a big fellow with
whom to deal, but we know where to find him now." "How can he work from a fixed position to make his attacks on the earth
at such widely separated points?" I asked. "It isn't a fixed position in the first place, and besides the earth
rotates once in twenty-four hours, while the moon travels around the
earth once in about twenty-eight days. But, even so, the widespread
destruction could not be accounted for. He must send out scouting
parties or something of that sort. That is one of the things we are to
learn when we get out there. We'll have some fun, Jack." "Will the _Pioneer_ be ready?" I asked. | 1 |
She burst into a laugh and took out her toothpick to point it at me. "Go
and put your penny in another slot if you want an answer to an idiot
question like that. How long? A day, a month, a year, ten years." "In ten years--" I began. "Exactly," she said and put away the toothpick. _83._ I phoned Stuart Thario to fly over right away for a conference. "General," I began, "we'll have to start looking ahead and making
plans." He hid his mustache with the side of his forefinger. "Don't quite
understand, Albert--have details here of activities ... next three
years ..."
I pressed the buzzer for my secretary. | 1 |
The sleep lozenges he counted
on to end the horror of each day had begun to show side-effects, and he
could hardly take one in mid-afternoon. So he struggled on, eyes
wincing yellow weakness as he stirred uncomfortably in his Group
Leader's chair, amid the upper bridge of the first destroyer. Whatever
that might mean. Until a surge of liquid anguish overpowered him, and
he knew he could not go on. So that was the way of it. At the bitter last his pride was broken,
and his will rendered useless. He got up from the chair, leaning one arm heavily on the padded rest,
and waited for the tiny squares to pass from before his eyes. Then
mumbled something to his exec about IN MY QUARTERS, CALL ME IF THERE IS
ANY NEED. And turned and walked weakly, sweatily from the enclosure. As he made his way down the long corridor to the elevator leading
downwards, he tried dully to reckon the number of lozenges it would
take to end his life. | 1 |
Why let him hope?" "Found out anything about the differences in protoplasm?" she evaded. "Why let him kid himself? What chance has he got against that hunk of
muscle and smooth talk?" "But Pat isn't after Elsie," she protested. "Every scatter-brained woman on this ship is trailing after Pat with
her tongue hanging out. Brant St. Clair is in the bar right now. He doesn't say what he is drinking about, but do you think Pat is
resisting all these women crowding down on him?" | 1 |
When he heard that I was bathing in November, when the bay is
still as warm as new milk, he would shake his wicked old head and say,
'You are very audashuss--you are very audashuss!' and put on no end of
side before his Italians. By God, he had pitched upon the right word
unawares, and I let him know it in the end! "But that bathing, Bunny; it was absolutely the best I ever had
anywhere. I said just now the water was like wine; in my own mind I
used to call it blue champagne, and was rather annoyed that I had no
one to admire the phrase. Otherwise I assure you that I missed my own
particular kind very little indeed, though I often wished that YOU were
there, old chap; particularly when I went for my lonesome swim; first
thing in the morning, when the Bay was all rose-leaves, and last thing
at night, when your body caught phosphorescent fire! Ah, yes, it was a
good enough life for a change; a perfect paradise to lie low in;
another Eden until ...
"My poor Eve!" And he fetched a sigh that took away his words; then his jaws snapped
together, and his eyes spoke terribly while he conquered his emotion. I pen the last word advisedly. I fancy it is one which I have never
used before in writing of A. J. Raffles, for I cannot at the moment
recall any other occasion upon which its use would have been justified. | 3 |
[Illustration]
They dragged Harvey out and I went over to the visicom, punched a
button. I was trembling with an icy rage as Carmody's lean hawk face
swam into view. "Hello, Jake," he said languidly. "How's Cost?" I told him curtly about Harvey. "Another weak sister," I rasped. "Can't
you screen them any more? Didn't you note his stability index? I'm going
to report this to Starza, Don." "Relax," Carmody smiled. | 1 |
"You call it the
Toon; I suppose that's what the word platoon has become, with time. You were, originally, a military platoon?" "_Pla_-toon!" the white-bearded man said. "Of all the unpardonable
stupidity! Of course that was what it was. And the title, Tenant, was
originally _lieu_-tenant; I know that, though we have all dropped the
first part of the word. That should have led me, if I'd used my wits,
to deduce platoon from toon. "Yes, sir. We were originally a platoon of soldiers, two hundred years
ago, at the time when the Wars ended. | 1 |
Perhaps the little disagreeable circumstance, which is made so
much food for gossip in the neighbourhood, has affected her spirits?" "It has." "You allude to the supposed visit here of a vampyre?" said Charles, as
he fixed his eyes upon Varney's face. "Yes, I allude to the supposed appearance of a supposed vampyre in this
family," said Sir Francis Varney, as he returned the earnest gaze of
Charles, with such unshrinking assurance, that the young man was
compelled, after about a minute, nearly to withdraw his own eyes. "He will not be cowed," thought Charles. "Use has made him familiar to
such cross-questioning." It appeared now suddenly to occur to Henry that he had said something at
Varney's own house which should have prevented him from coming to the
Hall, and he now remarked,--
"We scarcely expected the pleasure of your company here, Sir Francis
Varney." "Oh, my dear sir, I am aware of that; but you roused my curiosity. You
mentioned to me that there was a portrait here amazingly like me." | 0 |
At first you had the Pleasure for to treat the Women, those pretty
pleasing Creatures, and to hear all their sweet and amiable
discourses. But now you shall be honoured with treating the Matron
like Midwife, and those Men and Women that are your kindest friends
and nearest relations; Yea and the God-Fathers and God-Mothers also
who will all of them accompany you with courteous discourses and
pleasant countenances: They will begin a lusty Bowl or thumping glass,
_super naculum_ drink it out, upon the health & prosperity of you,
your Bedfellow and young Son; and very heartily wish that you may
increase and multiply, at least every year with one new Babe; because
that they then might the better come to the Child-bed Feast. Here you'l see now how smartly they'l both lick your dishes, and toss
your Cups and Glasses off. Begin you only some good healths, as; pray
God bless his Majesty and all the Royal Family: the Prosperity of our
Native Country; all the Well wishers of the Cities welfare, &c. And
when you have done, they'l begin; and about it goes to invest you with
the honour and name, in a full bowl to the Father of the Family; Well
is not that a noble title; such a Pleasure alone is worth a thousand
pounds at lest. And whilest the Men are busie this way; the good woman with the other
Women are contriving on the other side how the Child ought to be put
in Cloaths upon the best and modishest manner: For she is resolved to
morrow morning to be Church'd, & in the afternoon she'l go to market. She accomplishes the first well enough, but is at a damnable doubt in
the second part of her resolution; for by the way, in the Church, and
in the streets, she hath continually observed severall children, and
the most part of them dressed up in severall sorts of fashions: Some
of them she hath a great fancy for, but then she doubts whether that
be the newest mode or not. One seems too plain and common, which makes
her imagine in her thoughts; that's too Clownish. But others stand
very neat and handsom. 'Tis true, the Stuf and the Lining is costly
and very dear; but then again it is very comly and handsom. And then
again she thinks with her self, as long as I am at Market, I'd as good
go through stirch with it; and make but one paying for all; it is for
our first, and but for a little child, not for a great person;
therefore it is better to take that which is curious and neat, the
price for making is all one; besides it will be a great Pleasure for
my husband when he sees how delicately the child is drest up, and his
mony so extraordinarily well husbanded. | 2 |
"Look, for instance," he went on, turning round and pointing to the
west, "there is Venus following the sun. In a few days I hope you and I
will be standing on her surface, perhaps trying to talk by signs with
her inhabitants, and taking photographs of her scenery. There's Mars
too, that little red one up yonder. Before we come back we shall have
settled a good many problems about him, too. We shall have navigated the
rings of Saturn, and perhaps graphed them from his surface. We shall
have crossed the bands of Jupiter, and found out whether they are clouds
or not; perhaps we shall have landed on one of his moons and taken a
voyage round him. "Still, that's not the question just now, and if you are in a hurry to
circumnavigate the moon we'd better begin to get a wriggle on us as they
say down yonder; so come below and we'll shut up. A bit later I'll show
you something that no human eyes have ever seen." "What's that?" she asked as they turned away towards the companion
ladder. | 1 |
Or perhaps in the School of
the Past--the Dark Ages Department. But not here! "Don't worry, sir," Herbux said. "I can't do it to you." "But--do _what_?" Smithy cried. "What did you do?" "I destructed." Smithy took a deep breath. He felt as though a cruel hoax had been
played on him. | 1 |
I
recollect the reading-room at the back looked on to a huge building with
mournful black lettering on it, announcing the fact that it was the
office of some Necropolis. Truly a doleful surrounding for the club
whose members are engaged in promoting the gaiety of nations! The long
room was divided into two, the longer portion being the dining-room, and
the smaller one the card-room, and on Saturday evenings, when they all
sat round smoking their calumets, and singing their songs, and dancing
their war-dances, the room was tried to its utmost capacity, and as on
the occasion to which I am referring the tribe paid me the compliment of
assembling in its numbers, the whole room was required. It was late in
the evening when I arrived, and I found the lanternist in a state of
agitation because the partition was not down, and he was, therefore,
unable to put up the screen, as the card-players vigorously protested
against any disturbance. Now it has always struck me, perhaps more forcibly on this occasion than
on any other, that the most selfish men on the face of the earth are to
be found in the card-rooms of clubs. The time was close at hand for me
to make my maiden effort in public lecturing, and I was not going to be
baffled by a handful of card-players; so, backed by the authority of the
secretary, I ordered them in Cromwellian tones to "Take away that
partition!" The players were all but invisible, surrounded as they were
by volumes of smoke, out of which there issued incalculable quantities
of great big D's intermixed with the fumes of poisonous nicotine. Down
went the partition, up went the screen, on went the game. I firmly
believe they would not have looked up had Cavendish come to deliver a
discourse from the platform on whist. I was quite prepared to proceed
without disturbing their game, but a difficulty arose--there was no
platform, and I required their tables for the purpose. | 2 |
Yes! That must be it: this nightmare
country lies in a huge geographical fault--something like the Dead
Sea." * * * * *
Mile after mile he could see fertile green land stretching away toward
some low undulating hills on the horizon. Atlans was very thickly
settled--that he recognized at once--for the terrain was divided and
sub-divided into a vast checker-board, such as he had seen in France
and Germany, while terraces, green with produce, had been laboriously
gouged out of the frowning mountain sides. Then his eye encountered the source of that curious amber light which
pervaded the whole valley. A titanic flaming gas vent spouted like a
cyclopean torch from the peak of a nearby mountain. Its steady,
subdued roar struck Nelson's ear as he turned away his eyes, for the
glare was too intense to be long endured. Further down the valley were
two more such incandescent vents, shooting their flaming tongues
boldly into the sky, warming the air and casting that rich, amber
radiance over all. "That is Mount Ossa nearest us," the Atlantean's voice came as though
from a long distance. Victor Nelson was too staggered, too unspeakably
amazed to register the fact of the Hero's proximity. | 1 |
"I want to live
through the day, anyway; I want to live to see the full glory of my
sect; I don't want to be drownded jest in front of the gole." He looked mad--mad as a hen; but he see firmness in my mean, so we went
back, and down a flight of steps to the water's edge, and he signalled a
craft that drew up and laid off aginst us--a kinder queer-shaped one,
with a canopy top, and gorgeous dressed boatmen--and we embarked and
floated off on the clear waters of the Grand Basin. Oh! what a seen that
would have been for a historical painter, if Mr. Michael Angelo had been
present with a brush and some paint! Josiah Allen's Wife a-settin' off for the express purpose of seein' and
admirin' the work of her own sect, and right in front of her the grand
figger of Woman a-standin' up a hundred feet high; but no higher above
the ordinary size of her sect wuz she a-standin' than the works of the
wimmen I wuz a-settin' out to see towered up above the past level of
womankind. Oh, what a hour that wuz for the world! and what a seen that
wuz for Josiah Allen's Wife to be a-passin' through, watched by the
majestic figger of Woman. The green, tree-dotted terraces bloomin' with flowers a-risin' up from
the blue water, and above the verdent terraces the tall white walls of
them gorgeous palaces, a-risin' up with colonades, and statutes, and
arabesques, and domes, and pinnacles, and on the smooth white path that
lay in front of 'em, and on every side of 'em, the hull world a-walkin'
and a-admirin' the seen jest as much as we did. And if there wuzn't
everything else to look at and admire, the looks of that crowd wuz
enough--full enough--for one pair of eyes; for they wuz from every
country of the globe, and dressed in every fashion from Eve, and her men
folks, down to the fashions of to-day. | 2 |
"And if she knows everything? If she's taking her revenge ... if she's
getting you there to have you arrested?" said Victoire. "Yes, M. Formery is probably at the Ritz with Gournay-Martin. They're
probably all of them there, weighing the coronet," said Lupin, with a
chuckle. He hesitated a moment, reflecting; then he said, "How silly you are! If
they wanted to arrest me, if they had the material proof which they
haven't got, Guerchard would be here already!" "Then why did they chase you last night?" said Charolais. "The coronet," said Lupin. | 3 |
Let's get Wrail first." Russ nodded silently, his mind still half full of fleeting thought. Absent-mindedly he knocked out his pipe and pocketed it, swung around to
the manual of the televisor. His fingers reached out and tapped a
pattern. Callisto appeared within the screen, leaped upward at them. Then the
surface of the frozen little world seemed to rotate swiftly and a dome
appeared. The televisor dived through the dome, sped through the city, straight
for a penthouse apartment. Ben Wrail sat slumped in a chair. A newspaper was crumpled at his feet. In his lap lay a mangled dead cigar. | 1 |
Jove, did they wriggle! Even in atomsuits they were better than
Messalina Magdalen working on her last G-string. Here, I'll switch it
on. Maybe the rescue team's--"
Building up inside the hundreds of thousands of layers of crystallized
plastic came a reddish, three-dimensional landscape, as if viewed from a
height. Orange dust swirled across a gaunt, clawed plain under a
transparent pink haze. A feeling as of sub-visual vibration, emanating
from the cube, tugged at Jason's eyelids. No life.
" --Nope; they've cleaned up the carcasses already. Too bad. Tell you
what, though. | 1 |
Just give me the right to cherish and
protect you. Say that you will be my wife, Virginia, and we need have
no more fears that the strange vagaries of your father's mind can ever
again jeopardize your life or your happiness as they have in the past." "I feel that I owe you my life," replied the girl in a quiet voice,
"and while I am now positive that my father has entirely regained his
sanity, and looks with as great abhorrence upon the terrible fate he
planned for me as I myself, I cannot forget the debt of gratitude which
belongs to you. "At the same time I do not wish to be the means of making you unhappy,
as surely would be the result were I to marry you without love. Let us
wait until I know myself better. Though you have spoken to me of the
matter before, I realize now that I never have made any effort to
determine whether or not I really can love you. There is time enough
before we reach civilization, if ever we are fortunate enough to do so
at all. Will you not be as generous as you are brave, and give me a
few days before I must make you a final answer?" With Professor Maxon's solemn promise to insure his ultimate success
von Horn was very gentle and gracious in deferring to the girl's
wishes. The girl for her part could not put from her mind the
disappointment she had felt when she discovered that her rescuer was
von Horn, and not the handsome young giant whom she had been positive
was in close pursuit of her abductors. | 1 |
Billie was sure that every last bee was
greatly afraid; their agitation was almost pitiful. But such was
their organization and their automatic obedience to orders, there
was infinitely less confusion than might be supposed. Another five
minutes had not passed before not only that hive, but all within the
"city" were emptied; and millions upon millions of desperate bees
were under way toward the village. Rolla and Cunora knew of it first. They heard the buzzing of that
winged cloud as it passed through the air above their heads; but
such was the bees' intent interest in the village ahead, the two
women were not spied as they hid among the bushes. By this time
twilight was half gone. The firelight lit up the crowd of humans as
they surged and danced about their new deity. For, henceforth, fire
would replace Mownoth as their chief god; it was easy to see that. Moreover, both Corrus and Dulnop, as primitive people will, had been
irresistibly seized by the spirit of the mob. They threw their
burden down and joined in the frenzy of the dance. | 1 |
The method was useful, but it had led to some dangerous mistakes. Sight
and sound got across, but often the atmosphere of the place didn't. Dan
thought it might be the same here. The feeling that the city gave him didn't match what his reasoning told
him. He crossed a street, passed an inscription on a building:
Freedom
Devisement
Fraternity
Then he was back in a twisting maze of streets. He walked till the wind
from the sea blew in his face. The street dipped to a massive wall and the sea, where a few brightly
colored, slow-moving trawlers were going out. Dan turned in another
street and wound back and forth till he came out along the ocean front. On one side of the street was the ocean, a broad strip of sand, and
the sea wall. On the other side was a row of small shops, brightly
awninged, with displays just being set in place out in front. | 1 |
Downing, "but----"
"Not at all, Mr. Downing. Is there anything I can----?" "I have discovered--I have been informed--In short, it was not
Jackson, who committed the--who painted my dog." Mike and the headmaster both looked at the speaker. Mike with a
feeling of relief--for Stout Denial, unsupported by any weighty
evidence, is a wearing game to play--the headmaster with astonishment. "Not Jackson?" said the headmaster. "No. It was a boy in the same house. | 2 |
When Redwood came to remonstrate with
her, she banged pillows about and wept and tangled her hair. "_He's_ all right," said Redwood. "He's all the better for being big. You wouldn't like him smaller than other people's children." "I want him to be _like_ other children, neither smaller nor bigger. I
wanted him to be a nice little boy, just as Georgina Phyllis is a nice
little girl, and I wanted to bring him up nicely in a nice way, and here
he is"--and the unfortunate woman's voice broke--"wearing number four
grown-up shoes and being wheeled about by--booboo!--Petroleum! "I can never love him," she wailed, "never! He's too much for me! I can
never be a mother to him, such as I meant to be!" But at last, they contrived to get her into the nursery, and there was
Edward Monson Redwood ("Pantagruel" was only a later nickname) swinging
in a specially strengthened rocking-chair and smiling and talking "goo"
and "wow." | 1 |
Our money, and all those deaths?" "It doesn't matter now. I--I had changed my mind, Mary. Truly. But now,
now that you're a prisoner, what if I don't talk? Don't you see, they'll
torture you. They'll make you talk. And that way--we get nothing. I
couldn't stand to see them hurt you." "They can do--what they think they have to do. | 1 |
Before the young aviator could swerve the flying
machine to escape the vane upon the roof of the tower, and the long
arms of the mill, they were right upon these things! The fast-shooting _Snowbird_ was jarred through all her members; but she
tore loose. And then, in erratic leaps and bounds, she kept on across
the fields and woods towards Easton, never rising very high, but
occasionally sinking so that she trailed across the treetops,
threatening the whole party with death and the flying machine itself
with destruction, at every jump. CHAPTER II
MARK HANGS ON
Professor Henderson and his adopted sons--Jack Darrow and Mark
Sampson--had been in many perilous situations together. Neither one
nor the other was likely to display panic at the present juncture,
although the flying _Snowbird_ was playing a gigantic game of
"leap-frog" through the air. The professor had himself constructed many wonderful machines for
transportation through the air, under the ground, and both on and
beneath the sea; and in them he and his young comrades had voyaged
afar. Narrated in the first volume of this series, entitled, "Through the
Air to the North Pole," was the bringing together of the two boys and
the professor,--how the scientist and Washington White rescued Jack
and Mark after a train wreck, took them to the professor's workshop,
and made the lads his special care. In that workshop was built the
_Electric Monarch_, in which flying ship the party actually passed
over that point far beyond the Arctic Circle where the needle of the
compass indicates the North Pole. Later, in the submarine boat, the _Porpoise,_ the professor, with
his young assistants and others, voyaged under the sea to the South
Pole, the details of which voyage are related in the second volume of
the series, entitled "Under the Ocean to the South Pole." In the third volume, "Five Thousand Miles Underground," is related the
building of that strange craft, the _Flying Mermaid_, and how the
voyagers journeyed to the center of the earth. | 1 |
"Oh, I have no doubt of that. Unfortunately, I do not have the
authority to negotiate such a complete capitulation. I have contacted
both our President and the Assembly (a necessary lie), and also the
Coalition military representative. You will have an answer soon
enough. One question, though, if I may ask it." "What is it?" "How do you plan to run the occupational government?" He looked at
Brunner as he said these words, turned back to Hayes. "Who will be in
charge?" "The Belgians and Swiss." | 1 |
XCIII.--"HE LIES LIKE TRUTH." A PERSON who had resided for some time on the coast of Africa was asked
if he thought it possible to civilize the natives. "As a proof of the
possibility of it," said he, "I have known some negroes that thought as
little of a _lie_ or an _oath_ as any European." XCIV.--HAND AND GLOVE. A DYER, in a court of justice, being ordered to hold up his hand, that
was all black; "Take off your _glove_, friend," said the judge to him. "Put on your _spectacles_, my lord," answered the dyer. XCV.--VAST DOMAIN. A GENTLEMAN having a servant with a very thick skull, used often to call
him the king of fools. "I wish," said the fellow one day, "you could
make your words good, I should then be the _greatest_ monarch in the
world." XCVI.--MONEY RETURNED. | 2 |
Evidently they didn't see any reason for building it off
Earth then. What I mean is, something must've happened since then to
make them decide to take it off Earth. If they've spent all this much
money to get it away, that must mean that it's dangerous somehow." "If that's the case," said Captain Quill, "why don't they just shut the
thing off?" "Well--" Vaneski spread his hands. "I think it's for the same reason. It
knows too much, and they don't want to destroy that knowledge." "Do you have any idea what that knowledge might be?" Mike the Angel
asked. "No, sir, I don't. | 1 |
oh, yes, Gypsy. And the still greater thrill when
he was experimenting later with the dogs on the kennel deck, and had
found that he could not only read their complete minds and control
their nerves and muscles to make them follow his bidding, but that
he could also _dissociate_ a portion of his mind, put it in their
brains and leave it there, connected with the balance of his own mind
merely by a slender thread of consciousness, yet able to think and act
independently. But it certainly came in mighty handy in his work as a secret
serviceman, and he was thankful to whatever powers may be that had
given him this ability to do these amazing things. Now if he could
only learn how to read and control the whole mind and body of a human,
instead of being able to read only their surface thoughts! But he was trying to learn to be content with what he had, and to use
it thankfully. Yet he never ceased trying to learn more--to be able to do more along
these lines. Finally back in his room Hanlon grinned again to himself as he began
undressing. He felt good. He had put it over again. He was sure he was
"in". | 1 |
So far as
those who are opposed to the report have spoken, they conceive, as I
understand it, that the position taken by the committee is taken by
those who are advocating its adoption. Then we are agreed that it is not
a matter of sentiment, it is not a matter of chivalry. There is no place
for knighthood, or any of its laws, or any other of the principles that
dominated the contests of the knights of old. If it were a matter of
knighthood there is not a man on this floor that would deem it necessary
to bring a lance into this body. All would be peace and quiet. There are none that would hail with more joy and gladness the women of
the Church to a seat in this body than those of us who now, under the
circumstances, oppose their coming in. It is not either a matter of progressive legislation regarding the
franchise of colored men, or of anybody else in the country. It is a
question of law, Methodist law, and Methodist law alone. Now, so far as the intention is concerned of those who made the law, I
do not see how those who have kept themselves conversant with the
history of lay delegation can for a moment claim that it was even the
most remote intention of those who introduced lay delegation into the
General Conference to bring in the women, and for us to transfer the
field now toward women, in view of their magnificent work in the last
ten or fifteen years, back to twenty years, is to commit an anachronism
that would be fatal to all just interpretation of law. I myself was in the very first meeting that was ever called to initiate
the movement that at last brought in lay delegation. | 2 |
You know what kind of fellows the
Dawsons are. I'm not going to sit like a bird in a nest and have
them swoop down upon us, though." "There are three--you can count them in their airship," said Hiram,
shading his eyes and craning his neck. "Four," corrected Dave. "The Drifter has a capacity of five
ordinary people, Mr. Randolph told me." The Monarch II made a magnificent slanting rise up into the air. Dave knew the splendid qualities of the machine under his control. They included an ability for a quick light ascent. He had no idea
of the purpose of the Drifter crowd, but of course their main object
was to capture their rival. | 1 |
Growth starts over from the most meager of
beginnings. Survival becomes a matter of the most bitter conflict, with
everyone becoming a hunter and being hunted in his turn. In this
situation, detection of an enemy becomes vital." He grinned wryly. "Can
you imagine what would happen to someone who radiated his thoughts?" Jaeger ran a finger over his lips. "He'd be easy to locate," he mused. "And he'd have a hard time evading an enemy." "Precisely." Kweiros nodded. | 1 |
Such acceptance would
carry much more conviction; it would influence a people's entire
thinking. We see it reflected in their disregard for death--suicide as
a social function, this Society of Assassins, and the like. It would
naturally color their political thinking, because politics is nothing
but common action to secure more favorable living conditions, and to
these people, the term 'living conditions' includes not only the
present life, but also an indefinite number of future lives as well. I
find this title, 'Independent' Institute, suggestive. Independent of
what? Possibly of partisan affiliation." "But wouldn't these people be grateful to her for her new discoveries,
which would enable them to plan their future reincarnations more
intelligently?" Tortha Karf asked. "Oh, chief!" Verkan Vall reproached. | 1 |
Prudery, rape, frigidity,
intrigue for power--and assassination? Beyond the one hint, Grinnel had
said nothing that affected Syndic Territory. But nothing would be more logical than for this band of brigands to lust
after the riches of the continent. Back of the waterfront were shipfitting shops and living quarters. Work
was being done by a puzzling combination of mechanization and
musclepower. In one open shed he saw a lathe-hand turning a gunbarrel
out of a forging; the lathe was driven by one of those standard 18-inch
ehrenhaft rotors Max Wyman knew so well. But a vertical drillpress next
to it--Orsino blinked. Two men, sweating and panting, were turning a
stubborn vertical drum as tall as they were, and a belt drive from the
drum whirled the drill bit as it sank into a hunk of bronze. The men
were in rags, dirty rags. And it came to Orsino with a stunning shock
when he realized what the dull, clanking things were that swung from
their wrists. | 1 |
There was
no grass, but the velvet coat of green was quite similar. The trees were
shaped like an inverted bowl, their branches conforming to the curve of
the dome above. They were smaller than the trees of earth, with very
large leaves. The eyes of the earth people kept returning to the dome. It was hard to
believe that it was not blue sky, except for giant supports that reached
from the ground to the metal ceiling, hundreds of feet above. When Peter Yarbro learned that he was in charge of this agricultural
dome, his pleasure knew no bounds. His wife couldn't wait to see the
home that had been prepared for them--and waiting almost twenty years. A circle of buildings formed the foundation of the immense metal
ceiling, as well as housing thousands of inhabitants. The back walls of
the structures were always blank, toward the vapor beyond the miniature
civilization. Each city was a world of its own, with a curved horizon at
the top of the buildings. | 1 |
Bird nodded to the mechanics and followed Carnes into the big
sedan. With a motorcycle policeman clearing a way for them, they
roared across Washington and north along the Baltimore pike. Two hours
and a half of driving brought them to Aberdeen and they turned down
the concrete road leading to the proving ground. Two miles from the
town a huge chain was stretched across the road with armed guards
patrolling behind it. The car stopped and an officer stepped forward
and examined the pass which Carnes presented. "You are to go direct to headquarters, gentlemen," he said. "Colonel
Wesley is waiting for you." The commanding officer rose to his feet as Carnes and Dr. Bird entered
his office. "I am at your service, Dr. | 1 |
Let righteousness prevail! Let her
go with "the fearful and unbelieving, the abominable and murderers, the
white-slave traders and sorcerers." Off with her to that lake "which
burneth with fire and brimstone!" (Revelation XXI, 8.).... Go, Jezebel! Go, Athaliah! Go, Painted One! Thy sins have found thee
out. February 11. I spoke myself at to-night's meeting--simple words, but I think their
message was not lost. | 2 |
* * * * *
The stars through the dome-windows were swinging. A long swing--the
shadows and starlit patches on the deck were all shifting. The Planetara
was turning. The heavens revolved in a great round sweep of movement,
then settled as we took our new course. Hahn at the turret controls had
swung us. The earth and the sun showed over our bow quarter. The
sunlight mingled red-yellow with the brilliant starlight. Hahn's signals
were sounding; I heard them answered from the mechanism rooms down
below. Brigands there--in full control. The gravity plates were being
set to the new positions; we were on our new course. | 1 |
I had never heard of the brand so I skipped it. "Next is the Hofbräu," he said. "Next what?" Baldy's conversation didn't seem to hang together very
well. "My pilgrimage," he told me. "All my life I've been wanting to go back
to an _Oktoberfest_ and sample every one of the seven brands of the best
beer the world has ever known. I'm only as far as Löwenbräu. I'm afraid
I'll never make it." I finished my _mass_. "I'll help you," I told him. | 1 |
* * * * *
After much deliberation Sheen sent his letter to Drummond on the
following day. It was not a long letter, but it was carefully worded. It explained that he had taken up boxing of late, and ended with a
request that he might be allowed to act as Drummond's understudy in the
House competitions. It was late that evening when the infirmary attendant came over with
the answer. Like the original letter, the answer was brief. "Dear Sheen," wrote Drummond, "thanks for the offer. I am afraid I
can't accept it. We must have the best man. Linton is going to box for
the House in the Light-Weights." XVII
SEYMOUR'S ONE SUCCESS
This polite epistle, it may be mentioned, was a revised version of the
one which Drummond originally wrote in reply to Sheen's request. | 2 |