The Electrical experimenter
The Electrical experimenter
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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 />
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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