The Montgomery advertiser., 1902-05-06
THE ADVERTISERS
 DAILY SHORT STORY

i "You humans are a proud race-ano | Tm>a little fearful of your price; He said so much-that we 'idn Is spect the animals enough. and lad TOT. | gotten our ancestors before Christ; that we held ourselves too much, and ma. | he knew a land where the ruling class were birds. Jiminy criky! ] want 10 go sailing the spaces myself, II l can stow ps away in. that Rho ship. Then at last ne | was formal.
 {" My great Lord, the King craves your | friendship said he. =, 'I knew he referred to the nome or l the brave and the land of the free. Oh, we'll be glad to have 1t. but look i! out that they don't make you a trust or a show. or While I talked-he was. listening-he fade into the green and the blue of the space. believe they can pass from light to shadow. Yes, I do. Nothing strange he said. It's matter your science is aware of And he was by my side again, smiling, gracious-and his men by the boat in the meadow-and somebody riding an eagle as
 {" Co! and tell your people for some little time we shall remain out of your sight. But you shall hear ns. and now and then see us-until you are prepared to accept us. We shall dismay your sci ence at first; yet you'll know deal soon'
 IIc Sdiu 5OiuctHiIiS HiOEt-l uOH CA- actly remember. Then his figure. blurred again. and heard the chorus of a song. Then l was alone. l waited, but I did not see or hear the Rho man again that day. All the meadow was alone:
 Then I walked over the hill-home. But I could not get the song out of my mind. and I talked to myself more than usual, so Mary said. She says it's the fever I had down in the West Indies. thiat nar don't ms nsS fos Heavens sake' let em
 He raised himself impulsively on an elbow
 "oh. you'n be all right" said Moore, duizzicalIy.
 You don't believe me, do you?' said Perkins, at this.
 Well. Jim, how can I, really?' asked Moore. Do you want me to"'
 Dent you hear 'em--these voices when there's music when there's singing when an organ grinder plays-when the winds are lonely-not So often when p..o- pie go about? I believe many of the wandering musicians hear
 And am to take it that many of these vagabonds are MartianS, or Uran- fans, or Rho men?'
 "Many--many-many of them, said Perkins. Those who have rowed through the ether to us And Suns men, They come and go in the sunshine" Moore.
 why shouldn't I be? Merrily mer- rily. over the pillows of space to Mars. or Venus. or Saturn. From Mars to Earth again. Why didn't they know, if they used Earth currents, they'd call down the stars to see what 1t was all about?'
 'Oh. I say Jim, it's the pounding of the guns in Cuba, and the click of the instruments"
 Don't you believe it? It's Rho"
 The week after. Moore passed Mary Perkins.
 How is he?"
 ''Oh he's back at his desk.'
 Still hearing and seeing things?'
 "Oh, I don't care" said Mary "Jim is good husband, and what he says
 And what does he say?'
 "Ycu know, he's a telegrapher. and be- lieves in Earth currents. He says it's the return of Arthur and his men, Again he says that the explosion of the star in Noon Persel shook up things
 .'oh does hep
 And" said Mrs. Perkins, the fai- ries are true-and the gods-the Greek gods-they always were. just as in the
 Who told you this?' asked a stern voice.
 "Ycu did. Jim" siid Mary Perkins.
 Well. we both heard them. Doctor said Perkins. Surprising isn't it-to know that we share Earth. with the im- mortals?'
 Moore looked serious, yet laughed. He was thinking:
 '1 don't know what you are going to do with such a case. And then, life is queer-a mystery"
 And this is the story of the toiegraphcr "a nervous man who heard things and these things truths.