The Lampasas Daily Leader (Lampasas, Tex.), Vol. 31, No. 306, Ed. 1 Saturday, March 2, 1935 Page: 3 of 4
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THE LAMPASAS LEADER
Chic Worsted for Suit and Ensemble
By CHERIE NICHOLAS
By EDWIN BALMER
and PHILIP WYLIE
Copyright by Edwin Balmer
and Philip- Wylie
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CHAPTER XX—Continued
—SO—•
The passengers were breatMsg,
gasping, hiccoughing; their hearts
were pounding; their faces were stsxtl
white; but they seemed to be alive.
Tony knew they would be all right as
soon as the gravity from Bronson
Beta became stronger. He knew that
the voyage was more than half fin-
ished. I-Ie fell into a state between
sleep and coma.
Some one woke him. “We’re eating.
How about a sandwich?” He sat up.
The gravity was still very slight, but
nn hour Inter conditions were im-
proved for moving about the cham-
ber, by the starting of the motors
which were to decelerate the ship. The
•floor was firm again. On the screen
-now at their feet they could see Bron-
son Beta. It was white like an im-
mense moon, but veiled in clouds.
Here and there bits of its superficial
geography were visible. In four hours
the deceleration had been greatly in-
creased. In six, Bronson Beta was vis-
ibly spreading on the screen. Deceler-
ation held them tightly on ftae floor,
but they would crawl across each oth-
er laboriously, and in turn stare at
the floating, cloudy sphere upon which
they expected to arrive.
The hours dragged more, even, than
they had on the outward journey. A
word of warning went through the
ship. The passengers took another
tlrink of water, ate another mouthful
of food, and once again strapped them-
selves to the floor. Hendron turned
on more power.
A half hour passed, and he did not
budge. His face wu taut. The dan-
gers of space had been met. Now
came the last great test. At his side
again was D.uquesne. So great was
the pressure of retardation that it was
almost impossible for him to move,
and yet it was necessary to do so with
great delicacy. A fractional miscalcu-
lation would mean that all his work
had gone for nothing.
Suddenly the clouds seemed to rush
ap toward him.
Hendron pressed a stud. The re-
tardation was perceptibly increased.
Sound began to pour in awful volumes
to their ears.
Suddenly Hendron’s lips jerked spas-
modically, and a quiver ran through
the hand on the rheostat. He pointed
toward the screen with his free hand,
and they had their first view of the
aew world.
CHAPTER XII
The first view of the new world
Dow flashed through the remnants of
cloud to all the passengers. Below
them was a turbulent rolling ocean.
Where the force of their blasts struck
it, it flung back terrific clouds of
steam. They descended to within a
mile of its surface, and then Hendron,
operating another lever, sent out hori-
contal jets, so that the ship began to
move rapidly over the surface of this
unknown sea.
To everyone who looked, this des-
olate expanse of ocean was like a
oeneficent blessing from God himself.
Here was something familiar, some-
thing interesting, something terrestri-
al. Here was no longer the incom-
prehensible majesty of the void.
The Space Ship had reached the
surface of Bronson Beta and was trav-
eling now at a slow, lateral velocity
above one of the oceans. , Hendron
worked frantically with the delicate
controls to keep the ship poised and
In regular motion; yet it rose and
fell like an airplane bounding in rough
winds, and it swayed on its horizontal
axis so that its pilot ceaselessly played
his fingertips on the releases of the
quick blasts which maintained equili-
brium.
The sullen, sunless ocean seemed
endless. Was there no land? Had
the cities, had the mountains and
plains, been mere optical illusions?
Still the views obtainable from the
side periscope flashed upon the screen
and showed nothing but empty sea
and lowering cloud.
Then, on the far horizon, land ap-
peared dimly.
A cry, a shout that drowned in the
tumult of the motors, broke from
trembling lips. Speedily they ap-
proached the land. It spread out un-
der them. It towered into hills. Its
extent was lost in the mists. They
reached its coast, a bleak Inhospitable
stretch of brown earth and rock, of
sandy beach and cliff upon which noth-
ing grew or moved or was. Inland
the country rose precipitously; and
Hendron, as if he shared the itnpa-
ience of his passengers and could bear
o more, turned the ship back toward
plateau that rose high above the
vel of the sea.
Along the plateau he skimmed at
speed that might have been thirty
les an hour. The Ark drew down
oward the new Earth until it was
ut * few feet above the ground. The
diminished, the motors were
turned off and on again quickly. There
was a very short, very rapid drop;
bodies were thrown violently against
the padded floor; the springs beneath
them recoiled—and there was silence.
The ship settled at a slight angle in
the earth and rock beneath it.
The Ark was filled with a new sound
—the sound of human voices raised in
hysterical bedlam.
“Hendron!” rose rhe shout; and men
and women, almost equally hysterical,
rushed to him. They had to clap hands
on him, touch him. cry out to him.
Tony discovered Eve at his side,
struggling toward her father, and
weeping. Some one recognized her
and thrust her through the throng.
Men and women were throwing their
arms about each other, kissing, and
screaming in each other’s faces. AI
last some one opened the larder and
brought out food. People who had
eaten practically nothing for the four
days began to devour everything they
•Mid get their hands upon.
Tony, meanwhile, had somewhat re
eorered himself. He made a quick
COBsas and shouted: “We all are
hare. Everyone who started on this
ship survived !”
It set off pandemonium again, but
also it reminded them of doubt of the
safety of the second ship. “Where us
it? Can it be sighted? . . . How
about the Germans? . . . The Eng-
lish? . . . The Japanese?”
Their own shouts quieted them, so
that Hendron at last could spei.'.c.
“We have had, for three days, no
sight of our friends or of any of the
other parties from Earth," he an-
nounced. “That does not mean that
they all have failed; our path through
spac* was not the only one. Some
may hav« been ahead of us and ar-
rived when the other side of this world
was turned; others may still arrive:
but you all understand that we can
count upon no one but. ourselves.
“We have arrived; that we know.
And none of you will question my sin
verity when I repeat to you that it is
ray conviction that fate—Destiny—far
more than our own efforts has brought
us through.
“I repeat here, in my first words
upon this strange, new, marvelous
world what I said upon that planet
which now flies in shattered fragments
about our sun; we have arrived, not
as triumphant individuals spared for
ourselves, but as humble represent-
atives of the result of a billion years
of evolution transported to a sphere
where we may reproduce and recreate
the life given us. . . .
“I will pass at once to practical
considerations.
“At this spot, it is now late in the
afternoon of Bronson Beta’s new day,
Nitrogen, 4S per cent; oxygen, 24 per
per cent: neon, 13 per cent; krypton,
6 per cent; argon, 5 per cent; helium,
4 per o<ent; other gases, 5 per cent.
Hendron looked at the list thought-
fully and took a notebook from a rack
over the table. He glanced at the as-
sistant and smiled. “There’s only
about a 3 per cent error in our tele-
scopic analysis. It will be fair enough
to breathe.”
The assistant, Borden, smiled. He
had been, in what the colonists came
to describe as "his former life,” a pro-
fessor of ehemistry in Stanford uni-
versity. His sinile was naive and
pleasing. “It’s very good to breathe.
In fact, I drew in a large sample and
breathed what was left over for about
five minutes. It felt like air; It
looked like air; and I think we might
consider it a very superior form of
air—remarkably fresh, too.”
Hendron chuckled. “All right, Bo9-
den. What about the temperature?”
“Eighty-six degrees Fahrenheit, top
side o,f the ship—but the ground all
around has been pretty highly heated,
and the blast from the beacon also
helped warm up the air. 1 should con-
jecture that the temperature is really
about seventy-eight degrees.”
Hendron nodded slowly. “Of course
I don’t know our latitude and longi-
tude yet. but that seems fair enough.
Pressure.?”
“Thirty point one hundred thirty-
five ten thousandths.”
“Wind velocity?”
“Eighteen miles an hour."
“Humidity?”
“Seventy-four per cent. But If I’m
any judge of weather, it’s clearing up.”
"That’s fine. We’ll go out in the
morning.”
Another man approached the desk.
“The radio set Is working, Mr. Hen-
dron. There’s terrific static in bursts,
but in the intervals listening has been
pretty good. Everything’s silent. 1
don’t think anybody else made It."
“Bight. No one will leave the ship
tonight. I believe that the situation
here is favorable; but we will need
every advantage for our first experi-
ence upon this planet. So we will
wait for the sun.”
The night came on clear. The visa-
screen, which had been growing dark-
er, showed now a dim, steady light.
It was the light of the earth-destroy-
er, Bronson Alpha, shining again upon
the survivors of men as it set off on
its measureless journey Into Infinite
space. Other specks of light rein-
forced it; and the stars—glints from
the debris of the world settling them-
selves in their strange circles about
the sun.
Exhaustion allied Itself to obedience
steps were taken in the stinging va-
pors.
Then—cooler air blew on his face.
Sweet, fresh, cool air I
He inhaled lungfuls of it. It had
no odor. It was like earth air washed
by an April rain. It did not make him
dizzy or sick. He did not feel weak-
ness or numbness or pain, lit* felt
exhilarated.
He flung out his arms in ecstasy.
Beside him a voice said quietly:
“It’s spjended, isn’t it, Tony?”
He could have been no more startled
if stones had spoken or a mummy had
sat up in its sarcophagus. He stif-
fened, not daring to look. Then into
his icy veins blood flowed. He had
recognized the voice. He turned in
the lush, starlit dark.
“Mr. Hendron, I—I—I—”
“Never mind.” The older man ap-
pwached. "I think I know why you
came. You wanted to be sure of the
air before any of the rest of us left
the ship.”
Tony did not reply. Hendron took
his arm. “So did I. I couldn’t sleep.
I had to inspect our future home. I
came out on the ladder half an hour
ago.” Hendron chuckled. “Duquesne
was on my heels. I hid. He’s gone
for a walk. 1 heard him fall down
and swear. What do you think of it?
Did you see the aurora?”
“No.” Tony looked at the stars.
He had a feeling that the sky over-
head was not the sky to which he
had been accustomed. The stars
looked slightly mixed. As he stared
upward, a crimson flame shot into
the zenith from the horizon. It was
followed by torches and sheets in all
colors and shades. “Lord!” he whis-
pered.
"Beautiful, Isn’t it?” Hendron said
softly. “Nothing like it on earth. It
was in rippling sheets when I came
out. Then in shafts—a colorful ca-
thedral. It made faint shadows of tbu
landscape. 1 venture to say it’s a
permanent fixture. The gases here
are different from those on earth.
Different ionization of solar electrical
energy. That red may be the neon.
The blue—1 don’t know. Anyway—
it’s gorgeous.”
“Like the rainbow that came on
Ararat,” Tony said slowly.
“Lord! So it is! God’s promise,
eh? Tony—you’re an odd fellow for
a football player. 'Football! What a
thing to hover in the mind here! Come
—let’s see If we can find Duquesne.
The wily devil wanted to be first on
Bronson Beta. He came out of the
Ark like a shot No. Wait—look.”
Tony glanced toward the Ark. The
lock was opening again.
They watched the fourth man to
touch the new soil make his painful
descent and run across the still hot
earth. They saw him stop, a few yards
away, and breathe. They heard his
voice ecstatically. Then—they heard
him weep.
Hendron called: “Hello—James!”
Tony saw Eliot James undergo the
unearthliness of hearing that voice
come through the empty air. Then
James approached them.
“How beautiful!” he whispered.
“I’m sorry. I thought some one should
try the air. And—I admit—I was
keen to get out. Wanted to be first,
1 suppose. I’m humiliated—”
Again Hendron laughed. “It’s all
right, ray boy. I understand. I un-
derstand all of us. When I came out
I half expected you others would b«
along. It’s in your blood. The rea-
son you came here one by one, alone
and courageously, is the reason 1
picked you to eome here with me. It
makes me rather happy.”
On the outcrop of stone ledge they
seated themselves. They looked and
breathed and waited.
Occasionally one of them spoke. Us-
ually It was Hendron—casting up from
his thoughts between periods of si-
lence memories of the past and plans
for the future.
“We are here alone. I cannot help
feeling that our other ship has in
some way failed to follow us. If, ia
the ensuing days, we hear nothing, we
may be sure it is lost. Bronson Beta
belongs to us. It is sad—tragic. Runs
dell is gone. Peter Vanderbilt is gone.
Smith. That Taylor youngster you
brought from Cornell. All the others.
Yet—with the world gone, who are we
to complain that we have lost a few
more of our friends?”
Tony moved away from them. He
was stirred with a great restlessness.
He wandered toward the ship; and
he saw, in that glowing, opalescent
night, a woman’s form; and he knew
before he spoke to her, that it wat
Eve.
“I was sure you’d be out,” he said,
“Tony!”
TO BB CONTINUED,
SMS
VX7'HEN it comes to topnotch swank,
* Y audacious color schemes and ver-
satile weaves the new worsteds which
go to make up the spring suits and
ensembles have arrived at a dramatic
moment in their career.
It is nothing uncommon in the ad-
vance spring styles parade for an en-
semble to be fashioned of a skirt of
one woolen, a blouse of another with
the jacket, coatee or long coat still
another type and color. Yet in the
final analysis the entire outfit will have
correlated into a perfect unit of high-
est artistry.
The call of the immediate mode is
for the suave and slim fitted tailored
suit which has a related topcoat of
heavier wool to go with it. The en-
semble to the left in the picture is
typical of the new suit-with-topcoat
movement. The skirt and jacket is of
light oxford gray wool, with a long
top raglan of two-tone stripe novelty
woolen. Later this topcoat can be
worn as a separate wrap with other
dresses.
Centered in the group is a two-piece
tailleur with button trim from neck to
hem with a brown oxford topcoat held
in readiness, its color being comple-
mentary to the brown and white check
of the suit. As to checks and stripes
and plaids they qre all the rage in
every conceivable mood of color and
weave.
To the right is an early spring ar-
rival—a coat made of a “nifty” new
woolen of intriguing novelty. The
check is achieved via a shaggy sur-
TORTOISE SHELL
By CHKRIE NICHOLAS
If you are the sort who wish to be
“first in fashion" in your set, appear
on the scene wearing either of the
tortoise shell sports jewelry ensembles
here pictured. Barbaric in design Is
the stunning necklace of blond tortoise
shell catalin with matching bracelets
which the stylish young woman above
In the picture is wearing with her
bright green silk dress.
faced cord on a navy blue background.
Navy, by the way, is at the top of the
list of important colors for spring.
Buttons above the waistline as em-
ployed in the fastening of this coat and
the unusually wide belt are also fea-
tured details in the incoming fashions.
The wide collar is of navy woolen
which is quilted in wide welts. Vol-
umes could be written about the new
quilted, stitched and shirred effects
which embellish dresses, coats, hats
and everything in sight which is quilt-
able, stitchable or shirrable.
The new “companion woolens'*
brought out this season provide end-
less opportunity to designers to work
out striking and original fashions. A
laceweave tweed for the suit with a
lacier lighter weight wool for the
blouse done in overchecks of white, the
ground color matching the color of the
suit material gives some faint idea of
the handsome combinations in store
for fashion’s followers this season.
Another model consists of a fitted
suit in cinnamon brown wool with a
loose topcoat in the same woolen
which is striped in white. Then again
a light and soft texture suiting in
diagonal weave is apt to have a com-
panion woolen in interesting plaided
patterning which introduces bright
colors and it is even possible to detect
an interweaving of gold or -silver
metal threads.
Rustic weaves in coatings are high
style for sportswear, such as a basket
weave check in soft spongy texture,
one color running one way and a con-
trasting shade running the other, also
handknit and carpet-weave effects
which are colorful and sturdy in ap-
pearance.
©, Western Newspaper Union.
MUST HAVE VELVET
TOUCH TO ENSEMBLE
Even If you don’t want to wear a
velvet frock or suit this year, there
should be a touch of velvet about you
if you are to be truly smart and luxu-
rious looking.
A turban of velvet ribbon done with
intricate twists and drapings is always
good when worn by the picturesque or
exotic type. The fall Russian hats of
sleek velvet also are good, as are the
pill-box hats with rhinestone ornaments
and flirtatious veil. These are nice to
nestle in huge, upstanding fur coat col-
lars.
Then, too, there are afternoon bags
of velvet, many of them shirred and
trimmed with rhinestone or mirror orr
naments.
Though Clothes Are Very
Chic, They Are Practical
Clothes are ever so smart this season,
but at no time have the designers lost
sight of the practical. Thus we have
tunics that are strikingly elaborate, yet
they will give new life to an old eve-
ning frock, or a long, slim skirt These
tunics come in beautiful fabric, some-
times they are rhinestone studded or
else they have bands of spangles. One
beautiful model that we saw was of
heaviest lame in silver and green. The
very draped neck was caught in front
with a jeweled ornament, and brace-
lets caught the loose sleeves into tight
cuffs. This could go over an evening
dress to make a lovely outfit
Frothiness
Net dresses, sometimes complement-
ed by capes, all are marked by ex-
treme frothiness about the neck, shoul-
ders and hem lines. Black, turquoise,
pink, brown and peach are the favorite
colors in order of their popularity.
Sport Sweaters
The smartest of sports sweaters
show a decided English influence iu
their conformation to more or less sim-
ple and classic styles, softest varus
and unusual pastel off-tones.
“1 Was Sure You’d Be Out,” He Said. “Tony!”
which lasts thirty hours instead of the
twenty-four to which we are accus-
tomed. For the present, we must all
remain upon the ship. The ground
immediately under is still baked hot
by the heat of our blast at landing.
Moreover we must test the atmosphere
carefully before we breathe it.
“Of course, if it is utterly unbreath-
able, we will all perish soon; but if it
proves merely to contain some unfa-
vorable element against which we
must be masked at first until we de-
velop immunity to it, we must discov-
er what it is.
“While waiting, we will discharge
one of the forward rocket tubes at
half-hour intervals in the hope that
our sister ship will see this signal and
reply. We will also immediately put
into operation an external radio sys-
tem and listen for her. I wish to
thank those of you who acted as my
crew during this flight, and who in
spite of shuddering senses and strick-
en bodies stuck steadfast to your
posts. But there is no praise ade-
quate in human language for the in-
numerable feats of courage, of inge-
nuity and perseverance which have
been performed by every one of you.
I trust that by morning we shall be able
to make a survey of our world on
foot, and I presume that by then we
shall have heard from our sister ship.”
Eve and Tony walked back and forth
through the throng of passengers, arm
in arm. Everyone was talking. Pres-
ently some one began to sing, and all
the passengers joined in.
Up in the control room Hendron
and his assistants began their analysis
of a sample of atmosphere that had
been obtained through a small airlock.
They rigged up the ship’s wireless,
and sent into the clouds the first bea-
con from the Ark’s sky-pointing tubes.
Lights were on all over tbe ship. Above
the passenger quarters, several men
were releasing and tending stock. The
sheep and a few of the birds had per-
ished, but the rest of the animals re-
vived rapidly.
One of Hendron’s assistants put a
slip of paper before his chief. He
read It:
to Hendron’s orders. The emigrants
from Earth slumped down and slept.
Tony lay down but did not sleep.
A thought had been stirring in his
brain for a long time. Some one would
have to take the risk of being the first
to breathe the air of Bronson Beta. A
small sample was not decisive. Tony
did not know how accurately its com-
position might have been measured.
He thought it might be chemically pos-
sible to breathe, but practically, hope-
less. It might contain a trace of some
rare poison.
He should test it himself. They
should send him out first. It was a
small contribution, in Tony’s mind;
but it would help justify his presence
on the Ark.
“They might send some one useful,”
he thought. “Hendron might sacrifice
himself in the test.”
At last he rose. He went down the
spiral staircase quietly. He shut doors
behind him. In the bottom chamber
he stood for a long time beside the
airlock. He was trembling.
He lifted the levers that closed the
inner door, balancing them so that
they would fall automatically. He
stepped between it and the outer door.
The lock slammed; the levers fell. He
was in pitch darkness.
He opened the outside door. He
leaned oat—his heart in his mouth.
He drew in a breath.
A hot, rasping, sulphurous vapor
smote his nostrils. He shuddered.
Was this the atmosphere of the new
planet? He remembered that the
blast of the Ark had cooked the ground
around it.
Gasping, with running eyes, he lay
down on the floor and felt with his
feet for the iron rungs of the work-
men’s ladder that ran from the now
inverted bow of the Ark to the upper
door ajvd matched that on the opposite
end. He began to descend. He coughed
and shuddered. With every step the
heat Increased.
His foot touched the ground. It
gave off heat like the earth around
a geyser. He ran away from the loom-
ing bulk of the ship. His first fifty
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