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Spaceways, v. 3, issue 5, whole no. 21, June 1941
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SPACEWAYS 15 PARADISE by JOSEPH GILBERT Mr. Henry Brambleton hadn't minded dying much. After all, life had become frightfully monotonous with all the money he had acquired. Hell would at least be a change. He was quite sure that he was going to Hell, since his money had been acquired in a great many ways that aren't too pleasant to contemplate. Which was why he was so astonished, sfter a brief interval of darkness, to find himself standing on a golden street in a golden city clad in a golden robe. From somewhere came the faraway sound of angelic voices uplifted in surging tone. "Cripes, I'm in Heaven!" said Mr. Brambleton. Five days of wandering through the golden city strengthened the impression. There was every comfort, every pleasure, everything he could ever desire or wish, his for the taking. There was no misery, no pain, no sorrow, no trouble, no uncertainty. There was no bad weather, no inconveniences, no multitude of small annoyances to watch for, in the eternal, brooding grandeur, the calm everlasting peace of the city. There was Perfection. Paradise. That was it. Paradise. Only once the novelty was gone, Mr. Henry Brambleton became heartily sick of it. He was fed up with Perfection, glutted with Perfection, and what was much worse to Mr. Henry Brambleton, unutterably bored. So he sought out the city's gatekeeper. "Look here," said Mr. Henry Brambleton to the gatekeeper. "I'm gisguted with all this. I can't stand much more. I want to go to Hell." The gatekeeper smiled rather sadly. "You can't," he said. "You see, this is Hell." ................................................................. HEATHEN! (concluded from page 12) withered face. The men quickly gathered around, Cochren among them. "What's written on the scrolls?" anxiously questioned Mattson, the one who had found them earlier. "Yeah," snapped Cochren, a broad smile on his dark face. "What were the lousy heathens reading?" "After eight hours os steady work," started Michel, "I have desiphered enough of the contents of the first scroll to guess what the rest is. -Your heathens, Captain Cochren, were reading this: "1. In the beginning God created the heaven and Karen. "2. And Karen was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters. "3. And God said, Let there be light: and there was light. . . .'" Captain Miller Cochren's broad smile disappeared! ................................................................. BEACON LIGHT (continued from page 14) picture Doc Lowndes going to see the publisher. "Hi," says publisher taking out his dice. "Let's see if Future Fiction comes out bi-monthly or we skip a Quarterly." They roll and Doc not being an old hand with the seven-come-elevons finds without much ado that an issue of the Quarterly is to be skipped. This is all very confidential and don't tell Doc I told you. Fantastic Novels is gone. Comet has been under difficulties but there may be changes there which is all we can say at the moment. Keep your eye on it. Stirring Science and Cosmic are on summer vacation, but they'll be back soon with a new slant on life. And, finally, Uncanny Stories may or may not see a second issue. Thus, we find that the stf. market is not cracking up at all and the editorial in Fantasy News was just fantasy. (concluded on page 23)
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SPACEWAYS 15 PARADISE by JOSEPH GILBERT Mr. Henry Brambleton hadn't minded dying much. After all, life had become frightfully monotonous with all the money he had acquired. Hell would at least be a change. He was quite sure that he was going to Hell, since his money had been acquired in a great many ways that aren't too pleasant to contemplate. Which was why he was so astonished, sfter a brief interval of darkness, to find himself standing on a golden street in a golden city clad in a golden robe. From somewhere came the faraway sound of angelic voices uplifted in surging tone. "Cripes, I'm in Heaven!" said Mr. Brambleton. Five days of wandering through the golden city strengthened the impression. There was every comfort, every pleasure, everything he could ever desire or wish, his for the taking. There was no misery, no pain, no sorrow, no trouble, no uncertainty. There was no bad weather, no inconveniences, no multitude of small annoyances to watch for, in the eternal, brooding grandeur, the calm everlasting peace of the city. There was Perfection. Paradise. That was it. Paradise. Only once the novelty was gone, Mr. Henry Brambleton became heartily sick of it. He was fed up with Perfection, glutted with Perfection, and what was much worse to Mr. Henry Brambleton, unutterably bored. So he sought out the city's gatekeeper. "Look here," said Mr. Henry Brambleton to the gatekeeper. "I'm gisguted with all this. I can't stand much more. I want to go to Hell." The gatekeeper smiled rather sadly. "You can't," he said. "You see, this is Hell." ................................................................. HEATHEN! (concluded from page 12) withered face. The men quickly gathered around, Cochren among them. "What's written on the scrolls?" anxiously questioned Mattson, the one who had found them earlier. "Yeah," snapped Cochren, a broad smile on his dark face. "What were the lousy heathens reading?" "After eight hours os steady work," started Michel, "I have desiphered enough of the contents of the first scroll to guess what the rest is. -Your heathens, Captain Cochren, were reading this: "1. In the beginning God created the heaven and Karen. "2. And Karen was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters. "3. And God said, Let there be light: and there was light. . . .'" Captain Miller Cochren's broad smile disappeared! ................................................................. BEACON LIGHT (continued from page 14) picture Doc Lowndes going to see the publisher. "Hi," says publisher taking out his dice. "Let's see if Future Fiction comes out bi-monthly or we skip a Quarterly." They roll and Doc not being an old hand with the seven-come-elevons finds without much ado that an issue of the Quarterly is to be skipped. This is all very confidential and don't tell Doc I told you. Fantastic Novels is gone. Comet has been under difficulties but there may be changes there which is all we can say at the moment. Keep your eye on it. Stirring Science and Cosmic are on summer vacation, but they'll be back soon with a new slant on life. And, finally, Uncanny Stories may or may not see a second issue. Thus, we find that the stf. market is not cracking up at all and the editorial in Fantasy News was just fantasy. (concluded on page 23)
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