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Comet, v. 1, issue 2, March-April 1941

Page 8

PAGE 8     THE COMET

and Mr. Bradford sipped another glass or two of claret.

"Why we're rolling right along as if nothing happened," spoke Sue. And true they were except -- except that there was no engine's roar up front to keep them company! And inevitably Paul spoke up.

"Say. Why no noise? It's still as death's own tomb!"

Mary and Sue rushed to the window. They both began to speak, but Sue beat the draw. "There -- there are no --." She looked again.

Mary cried: "there's no engine or cars ahead!"

The entire family sat down and was silent for some time.
* * * * *
It was for hours -- or was it weeks -- that the family had sat in silence. Suddenly the train drew to an abrupt halt.

They immediately found themselves on the outside with the train departing in the distance. They were in pitch black. And it was unendurably hot. In[?] odd red made itself visible on the distant horizen.

"Last call. Last call." This voice was heard as a platform made itself visible to the group.

After seating theirselves inside, Mary voiced a probing thought. "How strange -- the trip I mean."

The mother made herself heard above an incessant roaring. "Why, dear, everything is as it should be. What did you expect?"

"I don't know, but somehow everything is wrong -- at least for me." It became hotter. Father Bradford sipped the last few drops of wine from the glass he still clenched. "I'm going outside." he said. "i can't stand it in here. I'm tired."

The door opened and shut. But in that brief instant, Mr. Bradford had stepped out upon a platform of seething flames. Then a terrible scream to hear --- one which lasts in the memory for time immemorial. "I didn't think he would get off here." someone voiced, and the mother replied: "Why, he said his whole life long that this is where he would get off."

Sue spoke again. "Why is all this? Why --." And the train stopped again. Immediately they were off as before. Paul broke a second silence.

"I guess that we should each take his own course and find out if we are arrived yet."

Mary stepped off toward the west. The sun gleamed out from behind the clouds that seemed to rest on the horizen. They did rest on the horizen.

Paul followed, but broke off suddenly to turn back. he stared toward the ticket-office. "I forgot something. I'll be back shortly." Mother headed for a sad flowered garden, and as she walked, she showed a halo all around. Upon entering the garden, she broke into dazzaling glory that blinded all eyes -- and as Mary became obscured in cloud-dust, the clouds radiated a sparkling excellence that blinded all eyes ---- and as Paul returned from the ticket-office he twinkled as a lonely star among millions.
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PAGE 8 THE COMET and Mr. Bradford sipped another glass or two of claret. "Why we're rolling right along as if nothing happened," spoke Sue. And true they were except -- except that there was no engine's roar up front to keep them company! And inevitably Paul spoke up. "Say. Why no noise? It's still as death's own tomb!" Mary and Sue rushed to the window. They both began to speak, but Sue beat the draw. "There -- there are no --." She looked again. Mary cried: "there's no engine or cars ahead!" The entire family sat down and was silent for some time. * * * * * It was for hours -- or was it weeks -- that the family had sat in silence. Suddenly the train drew to an abrupt halt. They immediately found themselves on the outside with the train departing in the distance. They were in pitch black. And it was unendurably hot. In[?] odd red made itself visible on the distant horizen. "Last call. Last call." This voice was heard as a platform made itself visible to the group. After seating theirselves inside, Mary voiced a probing thought. "How strange -- the trip I mean." The mother made herself heard above an incessant roaring. "Why, dear, everything is as it should be. What did you expect?" "I don't know, but somehow everything is wrong -- at least for me." It became hotter. Father Bradford sipped the last few drops of wine from the glass he still clenched. "I'm going outside." he said. "i can't stand it in here. I'm tired." The door opened and shut. But in that brief instant, Mr. Bradford had stepped out upon a platform of seething flames. Then a terrible scream to hear --- one which lasts in the memory for time immemorial. "I didn't think he would get off here." someone voiced, and the mother replied: "Why, he said his whole life long that this is where he would get off." Sue spoke again. "Why is all this? Why --." And the train stopped again. Immediately they were off as before. Paul broke a second silence. "I guess that we should each take his own course and find out if we are arrived yet." Mary stepped off toward the west. The sun gleamed out from behind the clouds that seemed to rest on the horizen. They did rest on the horizen. Paul followed, but broke off suddenly to turn back. he stared toward the ticket-office. "I forgot something. I'll be back shortly." Mother headed for a sad flowered garden, and as she walked, she showed a halo all around. Upon entering the garden, she broke into dazzaling glory that blinded all eyes -- and as Mary became obscured in cloud-dust, the clouds radiated a sparkling excellence that blinded all eyes ---- and as Paul returned from the ticket-office he twinkled as a lonely star among millions. (continued on next page)