Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-01-07

the psychic field, theories Of vibration,
and so forth, we're full of promise
full of prophecy. might say. 1t
seemed to me that we were on the
verge of much greater things. I gradu-
ated from college in June, 1929-just
six years ago this coming Spring-and
could think of nothing else but de-
velopment and combination of the
various means of gathering and trans
hitting and perpetuating life!"
He paused as If to quell tide OF
emotion, and his emphasis on his final
word flung his feeling over them like
a spell.
"Six years!" he went on, after a
moment. "It is now 1935--and think
have brought some of the prophecies
step toward fulhllment. am not
going to explain what 1 am showing
you till you have seen it. I think you
may be less impressed by what you
see at first than you will be after the
OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES you are so used
to discounting marvels. But you will
presently recognize that there Is some
thing more here than mechanically
recorded sights and sounds. It Is this
that may startle you; I am frank to
say that it terrified me at first" He
paused to moisten dry lips. But re-
member, control it. I'll stop the
moment any of you ask me to. I"
MY soul, Radley!" interrupted Carol.
What manner Of sorcery are you go
ing to introduce us to? II you don't
live up to the sensations you are pro-
ducing in me at this moment, shall
be blighted woman!"
Carol" mildly protested Phyllis
mother, as she always protested at
Carols unhaltered speech.
your prologue is great, Rad" said
John with light laugh. 1.-THE beauty
Of it is that it seems so unstudied
and spontaneous and yet creates such
prodigious suspense"
1T will take some living up to-,
Radley" Mr.. Norman was clearly
caught by anticipation. Lets have it."
II hope It's nothing improper" in
| terjected Aunt Relief. And the Curl
Gus part of it was that she was quite
sincere She had come to her nephew's
California home, as she often said,
down LIES last hill gracefully. But
she retained some of the graces Of a
childhood of half century ago.
Phyllis found herself gripping the
arms of her chair She relaxed; 1t
was absurd! Why was she taking this
! thing so seriously? One would have
! thought she recognized some menace
i here by that mueh-eXplotted power
| alleged to be feminine-called intuition.
+, One would think that some moral
! boundary, say, was indeed about to be
J overstepped--for Phyllis had begun to
| live while moral boundaries and preju-
dices were still standardized.
"Hurry, Rad" urged Carol inapa-
! tiently. st haven't had such lovely
! sensation as this since I can remenl-
| Der. And nothing bores one like a
sensation merely sustained"
| Every we1I tneii-look," said Brain
ard scarcely above whisper, as If
| aWareneSS of his spectators were drop
ping out Of his mind.
| Phyllis heard the soft click OF some
button or key, as startling n1echa-
nism was tripped. Out Of the darkness
on the farther side of the room the
white curtain there began to be visible
! in soft, rosy glow. The light was
I singularly luminous. Its source was
! plainly at a center that correSponded
J to the position of the great eye she
had seen behind the hanging fabric.
The curtain itself became invisible as
/ the light grew with a sudden fare to
an intensity of red radiance that struck
like heat into her, eyes. Her mother
cried out with a sharp little exclama-
ton of distress. But almost at once
the light diffused and glowed with
pleasant Softness that was like balm
to the first shock
A slow, rhythmic sound made itself
heard. 1t was like the soft brush Of
the wind in trees-no, like waves on
the beach-Summer waves, lazy, warm,
soothing. Why, 1t was the sound of
ves-real-marvelousi And there In
that slowly whitening light was growing
a scene, as If the walls of the white
room were dissolving in a cloud-like
stream which was vanishing to clear
ness. A beach-a rock; cleaning, sum
touched sand; long tongues of water
tapping and tapping up over the shin
gle, setting their mark, subsiding, their
wet trail whitening as 1t dried: little
huhhles nonninp DISTANCE atmoSnhere