Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-01-22

With our new bombs" she
n A answered: some that just
came in this morning"
What do you mean?"
There are four in the tray that
came up to the studio just now which
have no labels!"
Brainard breathed a carefully con-
cealed sigh of relief.
Some condenser has been careless. ="
REX yelling, who brings them up
tells me that every machine man down.
stairs swearS he has labeled every bomb
he has handled"
They are all working on Implications
today"
They're supposed to be-"
Brainard looked at his watch. We'll
zee who is the careless one" he re-
marked, making memorandum of the
hour. Have the unlabeled bombs left
in the STUDIO; I'll look at them later"
She smiled at him. II told them you
wouldn't be worried" she said. She
brought hand from behind her, twirl-
ing a red rose in it. Somebody sent
me some posies," she told him. II saved
you one" She reached up to fasten it
on his lapel
She was really an exquisite CONNECTION
of cream and rose herself. A perfume
as subtle as the flowers own came up
TO him. She was long time about her
task, her arm across his breast. When
at last she dropped her hands, and her
eyes, he wondered If witness of such
q scene could suppose him about to lose
his equilibrium at his sudden new alti-
tude.
But when she was gone he was too
restless to sit at his desk. He paced
the f1oor-till young John Norman sud-
denly put his head in at the door. John
was privileged person about the place,
and knew it.
"oh, Rad" he said, coming in. "rve
just been looking at some Ivanhoe
stu1-Sir Somebody unhorsing Count
de Whoever-he-was! Some scrap! But
they say they can't duplicate it because
you have the index. It's some old stuff
you canned last year."
Brainard studied the young fellow.
Here was a boy who had obviously
reached stage of familiarity with the
Vicarion's phenomena in which he no
longer either marveled or caviled.
Say" went on John, 1--we been
reading up on liquid air. The books say
you can't keep it over "a hours"
Trying to steal my trade, John?"
smiled Brainard. when We're your
books written2"
"Oh, 1 don't know. What do you keep
II you don't keep liquid air?"
II keep the essential extract. know
n lot of things, old chap, about which !
haven't written any books. That's why
they're not in books.
We'll, say, can ! see this Bots Gull
bert-Front de Boeuf stuff again? Gee,
1t was great! When they opened that
chaps corslet you could see the sweat
marks on the lining-and the rawlings
on the edge Of his undershirtl"
''I'll look it up"
And say, why can't I learn to run
one of those condenSers?"
What for?"
I'D like to pick up couple of bull
dghts-and some old prize-ring stuff
Sullivan Kilrain, u rounds with bare
knucks-what? BY Jove, Rad, people
aren't half alive these days! You have
to go back and learn from the dead
ones!"
Here was an aspect to present to
Phyllis. Brainard opened the door.
Come on in the studio, son." he sug-
geSted. IN show you some mystery
Things that somebody has slipped in on
US, unlabeled. I may need new con-
0enser operator, at that"
Slipped in on you? Unlabeled? Bet
ter have EN- opened under water by the
bomb squad! Sooner or later somebody
Is going to send you Something--inaybe
b cigar box full of clockwork, or some
ohocolate-coated cyanide!"
Brainard led the way toward the
studio. mo" he replied, "it's not going
20 get anybody anything to get me. If
I don't run. this history monopoly it's
going into irresponsible hands"
1.-THE chaps that send the bombs
around by mail never figure that out,
though" said John wisely. And then:
II suppose we'll see the day when
every housewife will be putting up her
own family record in Mason jars-from
baby's first tooth to the blanket of vio-
lets over grandpal"
NO" grinned Brainard, they'll have
my line by that time in the chain
Stores!"
In the dim light of the studio John
sobered little. IT am sure, Rad, that
there. are plenty more Honers in the
world. And you don't forget, do you
that they never found his body? Cad!
I'd almost forgotten that myself. I bet
he got away over the roof! But the
chaps whose business you ruin will take
pot shots Of one kind or another at you
sure"
They don't gun much for the chain
store men. Besides, can be just as
benevolent as men who have cornereo
gasoline de luxe or paper-covered motor
cars"
Better advertise that. Maybe It'll
help fill the dummies Of lot OF starv.
ing screen stars"
Brainard found one of the unlabelec
bombs in his tray closet and put it into
place for release of its contents.
We'll cross the corner grocers anc
the screen heavies when we come tt
them" he said and threw his switches
The deafening rumble of mill wheels
rose about them. They looked into {
room in which 20 men and women
pleasantly busted with powdered wood
bent over the lathes, planers, shaperS
in what seemed to be a toy factory.
Sunlight bathed the place, breaking
into thousand high lights on shafts
pulleyS and whirring wheels. Voice
called banteringly to and fro in happ.
Vulgarities. Now and th.n the yelp o
q band saw or the rising wall of I
slotter drowned all other sounds. Fas
cinating scene of homely industry Fl
for the brush of some master of genre
but done AS no one would ever do
but master Of life!
But in q moment John was stirrini
reStlessly. We'll, what is it all about?
he asked.
Brainard did not answer. His ey
was arrested by the working of greas
IN Jne gears OF machine IN the lore
ground-little nodules Of tin an
out, in and out, with the sunlight hit
ting them every one as they appeare
and drawing spark from their black
ness, and their horror!
A shrek cut through this preoccu
patton like knife! And then anothe
"A long-draWn, piercing gutteral G
utter human agony. Men and wome
all over the shop dropped their tool
and turned aghast; then started run
ming together toward a common cente
Groans and cries rose from a cluste
Of girls who chung to one another /
the streaming sunshine. Some or
flung a lever and the machinery's roa
died in a sob. A man dashed past til
budding girls and threw aside boa
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