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Fantascience Digest, v. 2, issue 4, May-June 1939

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Page 12                 FANTASCIENCE DIGEST

ly that it was almost un-noticeable, the light of the stars began to fade. A few moments later they were pressed close against the glassite port: tiny whips of light rippling with evil life. Suddenly I had Alice in my arms---every muscle in my body tense---caught myself pleading with the thing to spare her---heard the girl catch her breath as she saw the thing. Then there was a sickening crash--poor Gronburg crumpled to the floor moaning. When I looked up, the stars were again shining brightly.

   It is almost daylight now; I must do ----- and soon -----what I planned. I couldn't bear to think of Alice dying like the others. What had Strabnor called IT--the Eater. the Drinker of Souls? I steeled myself, helped the girl I loved more than life to her feet.

   "Will you light the first alcohol torch?" I asked her in an unsteady voice. Why did she have to smile that way as she turned to do my bidding?

   I sit here, alone, this last moment and try to recall that last split second. I remember how cold the handle of my service gun felt as my fingers closed over it. In a haze I can see her half way across the room as I pull the trigger.

   No sound---the deadly pencil of light stabbed the dark, killing instantly, silently, painlessly. She slid to the floor, her face away from me.

   "No pain. She felt no pain," pounds thru my brain as I write the last of this: the log of space transport Y 486 G, quickly sign my name, close the cover. As I pick my way over to the body of poor Gronburg I am struck with the thought that someday the eyes of a world once dear to us---these silent dead and I---will know this log of mine; will be aware of the doom which has overtaken us.

   I can almost smile as I limb into a space suit and adjust the oxygen supply so that I can cut it off when.....

   There are the silent stars, the coldly glaring stars above as I step from the lock into the deep red dust. Over there in  the east they're beginning to pale with the coming of day, It will be a shabby sunrise with only my eyes to witness it. Just the corpse of a sun, the red dust, violet skies, and the day glowing stars.
                  ---THE END---

(Notice: Only one time publishing right of "Space Log Y 496 G" is given to FANTASCIENCE DIGEST. All other rights retained by author.)
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                             NOTICE
   The H.P. Lovecraft Memorial Volume is now ready to go to press. It will be titled, "The Outsider and Others," the price of which will be $3.50 to those who order before publication, and $5 if ordered after. This volume will contain, with a few minor exceptions, all of HPL's stories. Send your orders to August W. Derleth, Sauk City, Wisconsin.

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Page 12 FANTASCIENCE DIGEST ly that it was almost un-noticeable, the light of the stars began to fade. A few moments later they were pressed close against the glassite port: tiny whips of light rippling with evil life. Suddenly I had Alice in my arms---every muscle in my body tense---caught myself pleading with the thing to spare her---heard the girl catch her breath as she saw the thing. Then there was a sickening crash--poor Gronburg crumpled to the floor moaning. When I looked up, the stars were again shining brightly. It is almost daylight now; I must do ----- and soon -----what I planned. I couldn't bear to think of Alice dying like the others. What had Strabnor called IT--the Eater. the Drinker of Souls? I steeled myself, helped the girl I loved more than life to her feet. "Will you light the first alcohol torch?" I asked her in an unsteady voice. Why did she have to smile that way as she turned to do my bidding? I sit here, alone, this last moment and try to recall that last split second. I remember how cold the handle of my service gun felt as my fingers closed over it. In a haze I can see her half way across the room as I pull the trigger. No sound---the deadly pencil of light stabbed the dark, killing instantly, silently, painlessly. She slid to the floor, her face away from me. "No pain. She felt no pain," pounds thru my brain as I write the last of this: the log of space transport Y 486 G, quickly sign my name, close the cover. As I pick my way over to the body of poor Gronburg I am struck with the thought that someday the eyes of a world once dear to us---these silent dead and I---will know this log of mine; will be aware of the doom which has overtaken us. I can almost smile as I limb into a space suit and adjust the oxygen supply so that I can cut it off when..... There are the silent stars, the coldly glaring stars above as I step from the lock into the deep red dust. Over there in the east they're beginning to pale with the coming of day, It will be a shabby sunrise with only my eyes to witness it. Just the corpse of a sun, the red dust, violet skies, and the day glowing stars. ---THE END--- (Notice: Only one time publishing right of "Space Log Y 496 G" is given to FANTASCIENCE DIGEST. All other rights retained by author.) ________________________________________ -o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o ________________________________________ NOTICE The H.P. Lovecraft Memorial Volume is now ready to go to press. It will be titled, "The Outsider and Others," the price of which will be $3.50 to those who order before publication, and $5 if ordered after. This volume will contain, with a few minor exceptions, all of HPL's stories. Send your orders to August W. Derleth, Sauk City, Wisconsin.