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Centauri, issue 2, Winter 1944

Page 15

Centauri   Page 15
Secret of Atlantis by
duane w. rimel

   "You're working too hard, Chet. You need a rest."
   "Rhoda, two days ago I stumbled upon a great secret. I can't afford to stop now. If things turn out well, I will be famous - - -".
   "What is it?" she inquired. Her brown, penetrating eyes made me uneasy.
   "I really can't tell you yet, dear," I said. "It's too fantastic; too unbelievable. I've got to experiment some more - - and be sure. If I succeed, you'll be the first to know."
   "You're just being stubborn," she said, her warm smile fading. "Don't you know what week this is? We planned our vacation - - together. Our wedding - - our honeymoon. . ." Tears filled her eyes.
   "Now, darling," I murmured, squeezing her hand. I kissed her. She trembled and smiled. "Only a week longer, I promise. That will be time enough. I want to - - you know that, but it's work before pleasure."
   She nodded and raised her lips.

   Two days later - - July 18th - - a telegram came, from Portland. Rhoda was there; had flown down to visit her aunt, and would return by plane within the week. Then our wedding.
   Meanwhile I devoted every spare moment to my discovery. It was a set of diagrams, but not the sort of thing to be registered in the patent office.
   I must have been mad to believe in the impossible. But I was young and full of dreams, and I did not look very far ahead. I am young now, but no one would ever believe that. I am a victim of my own stupid desires and ambitions - - and a strange twist of fate. Had I possessed a scientific mind I would now be as other men. I would have burned that forbidden lore which has not lived since Atlantis. And to realize that even they were aware of it frightens me for the sake of all mankind. Such secrets of time, space and infinity are better left buried in the sea forever.

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Centauri Page 15 Secret of Atlantis by duane w. rimel "You're working too hard, Chet. You need a rest." "Rhoda, two days ago I stumbled upon a great secret. I can't afford to stop now. If things turn out well, I will be famous - - -". "What is it?" she inquired. Her brown, penetrating eyes made me uneasy. "I really can't tell you yet, dear," I said. "It's too fantastic; too unbelievable. I've got to experiment some more - - and be sure. If I succeed, you'll be the first to know." "You're just being stubborn," she said, her warm smile fading. "Don't you know what week this is? We planned our vacation - - together. Our wedding - - our honeymoon. . ." Tears filled her eyes. "Now, darling," I murmured, squeezing her hand. I kissed her. She trembled and smiled. "Only a week longer, I promise. That will be time enough. I want to - - you know that, but it's work before pleasure." She nodded and raised her lips. Two days later - - July 18th - - a telegram came, from Portland. Rhoda was there; had flown down to visit her aunt, and would return by plane within the week. Then our wedding. Meanwhile I devoted every spare moment to my discovery. It was a set of diagrams, but not the sort of thing to be registered in the patent office. I must have been mad to believe in the impossible. But I was young and full of dreams, and I did not look very far ahead. I am young now, but no one would ever believe that. I am a victim of my own stupid desires and ambitions - - and a strange twist of fate. Had I possessed a scientific mind I would now be as other men. I would have burned that forbidden lore which has not lived since Atlantis. And to realize that even they were aware of it frightens me for the sake of all mankind. Such secrets of time, space and infinity are better left buried in the sea forever.