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seat without the formality of a request to<br />

the Council Chair.<br />

"I move this body accept in its entirety<br />

the report of Mr. El van," he shot out in<br />

sharp, decisive voice, "and that we adopt<br />

unqualifiedly Professor Firman's suggestion,<br />

abiding decidedly in that scientist's<br />

ability to direct our next move!"<br />

<strong>The</strong> positive ring of his tone imposed<br />

itself upon the overwrought nerves of us<br />

all. <strong>The</strong>re was no time to reflect and deliberate.<br />

<strong>The</strong> surcharged air of the meeting<br />

seemed to have exploded with the lightning<br />

decision of Ingal's action. In sheer<br />

relief, it seemed to me, a sonorous voice<br />

somewhere in that august body rumbled out.<br />

"I second the motion !" and the next instant<br />

the council had accepted the die and cast<br />

it like a challenge in the face of the demon<br />

forces.<br />

By Monday morning a startled universe<br />

heard aghast, and with mingled feelings of<br />

fear and hope, that the Martian insolence<br />

was to be defied, and that secret preparations<br />

were being perfected with all haste<br />

under the direction of a leading scientist.<br />

Thursday noon was the time when the<br />

Martian ultimatum was to expire. Since<br />

1 o'clock in the morning of that fateful day<br />

the laboratory in the university on Morningside<br />

Heights, now- converted into a pulsating<br />

workshop, had been the scene of<br />

tremendous activities. Two by two, a<br />

thousand planes had stopt at Firman's windows,<br />

around which a screened landing<br />

platform had been erected, and received<br />

aboard sealed cases of materials and trained<br />

operators. As rapidly as they were equipt<br />

they departed to their assigned stations. By<br />

10 o'clock the last pair of planes was at the<br />

platform. We piled the remaining cases<br />

aboard and climbed into one of the machines.<br />

Ava was with me. She had insisted on<br />

coming and I had no desire to refuse her.<br />

Either we were to be successful, and my<br />

joy in the triumph would be heightened by<br />

sharing it with her, or we would fail, and<br />

then we could perish together in the midst<br />

of the cataclysm.<br />

It was an hour pregnant with fatal possibilities,<br />

and our faces showed the strain..<br />

Even Firman, with his nerves of steel, reflected<br />

the general feeling. His eyes were<br />

sunk deep in their sockets and his prominent<br />

nose was still further accentuated by<br />

the hollows in his cheeks.<br />

<strong>The</strong> scheme he had perfected was gigantic<br />

in its simplicity. <strong>The</strong> planes were stationed<br />

in pairs at equal distances above New York.<br />

On each plane was a sending and receiving<br />

station (tuned to the same wave-length as<br />

that of its mate) for a powerful helium ray.<br />

<strong>The</strong> two rays, crossing in the electrical<br />

field generated between the planes, reflected<br />

the images in their paths on sensitive selenoid<br />

plates within the planes. Thus, by<br />

covering the entire territory, we would discover<br />

the Martians when they landed to<br />

plant their contact points, if Firman's plan<br />

did not miscarry.<br />

Eleven o'clock was the hour when Firman<br />

expected the invaders would begin their<br />

work in order to fulfill the threat of their<br />

ultimatum. Precisely on the second he<br />

flashed the order to the sentinel planes to<br />

open their batteries.<br />

Our machine was stationed with its mate<br />

over Battery Park. As the order was given,<br />

and the powerful ray shot out of the crackling<br />

batteries, we bent over the selenoid<br />

plate with passionate eagerness. Ava's<br />

hand was in mine, our fingers intermingled<br />

in a clasp that drove every atom of blood<br />

from them. Our breaths came and went in<br />

short, agitated gasps. I stole a glance at<br />

Firman. His eyes were gleaming with deep<br />

intensity as he watched every tremor on<br />

the sensitive surface.<br />

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<strong>The</strong> area of our electric field included<br />

all of Battery Park and the greater part of<br />

the bay. <strong>The</strong> helium rays swept back and<br />

forth and ghostly outlines of ships passing<br />

thru the harbor and people walking in the<br />

park appeared on our plate. For ten minutes<br />

we kept our silent vigil, then suddenly<br />

our hearts leaped and a rush of blood to<br />

my head almost obscured my vision. Two<br />

long, elliptical objects had dropt from the<br />

sky and were landing on the grass, a short<br />

distance front the water front!<br />

We would see distinctly every movement<br />

of the Martians inside their marvelous<br />

planes. <strong>The</strong> faithful ray penetrated every<br />

corner of the craft and pictured the details,<br />

in spectral outline on the selenoid plate.<br />

We even saw the skeletons of the men thru<br />

their coverings of flesh, and it seemed as if<br />

some hideous creatures from the nether<br />

world had come to wreak unholy devastation<br />

upon us.<br />

Firman stiffened, a haggard smile of<br />

triumph on his sharpened features. An instant<br />

longer he watched those phantom figures<br />

moving about boldly, confidence in their<br />

shield of invisibility making them utterly<br />

devoid of caution. <strong>The</strong>n I saw Firman's<br />

eyes crinkle with deliberate grimness, saw<br />

him motion to the gunner at his side, and<br />

saw the latter adjust his weapon to the<br />

range indicated by the finder on the selenoid.<br />

His fingers worked deftly, coolly.<br />

He nodded to the scientist.<br />

With an audible sigh of satisfaction Firman<br />

uttered the word : ''Fire !"<br />

A deafening crash shook our plane. From<br />

somewhere below came the sound of splintering<br />

glass and metal, coupled with shrieks<br />

of agony. <strong>The</strong> crawling image on my plate<br />

broke, rose into a thousand fragments and<br />

fell in deathly silence. As in a nightmare<br />

I heard the next command :<br />

"Now<br />

the<br />

other !"<br />

Again the long, slim gun whipt out its<br />

tongue of shooting flame, and from the<br />

ground the din of destruction rose in<br />

clamoring echo. <strong>The</strong> invisible fleet lay, a<br />

futile ruin, on the soil of the city it had<br />

come to destroy.<br />

As those rising from the tortured dreams<br />

of a black night, we stared at each other,<br />

unable to speak in the first few moments<br />

of indescribable relief. <strong>The</strong>n Ava burst<br />

into tears and I took her in my arms.<br />

"<strong>The</strong> Universe is saved !"<br />

ecstasy of joy.<br />

I cried in an<br />

"Yes," agreed Firman ; then added<br />

thoughtfully: "And the Martians take their<br />

place in that long blacklist of fools who<br />

would conquer the world by force !"<br />

(<strong>The</strong> End.)<br />

COSMIC FORCE.<br />

(Continued from page 829)<br />

liberated, as with combustion in the form<br />

of heat. <strong>The</strong>se crystalized specks of energy<br />

may be made up of complex vibrations thai<br />

have either a positive or negative charge<br />

and cling together not only from their own<br />

inherent vibratory form but also by the<br />

action transmitted from the sun. One<br />

form of energy made up in a certain complex<br />

form would have its own character-<br />

istics, as copper might have ions like Fig. 1,<br />

and iron with ions as in Fig. 2, etc. This<br />

probably explains why different materials<br />

take a definite crystaline form, which is<br />

one of the principles on which metallurgy<br />

is based.<br />

<strong>The</strong>se specks of energy make up molecules<br />

that are in a fixt state and by means<br />

of chemistry and metallurgy we are able<br />

to disassociate the different classes of<br />

molecules by means of their characteristics.<br />

<strong>The</strong>se sciences have been developed so that<br />

we can now understand a great many of

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