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H O R I Z O N S 3

THE TIME SPIRAL
by
JAYNE ELLIS

Remington Wilson was alone in his workshop--that strange place where no man
except himself was allowed to enter, and where a common man would not have wished
to enter. For the things he would have seen would have been meaningless to any
except Wilson or the two friends who had once been here with him to share his
toil. But they had both gone now, leaving him to pursue his mighty take alone,
for ten years since their death he had habored at the work to which the there of
them had set themselves. And now, it was at last finished. The mightiest wokr
ever attempted by human hands and minds had been accomplished in readiness for
the still greater task ahead-- the final solution of the riddle of space and time,
the proof of the ineffable abstructions which has originated in the great brain
of John Rhuine, the mathematician of the twentyfirst century.

Rem Wilson would have to go alone, his two compnarions having died; but go
he would, for he had given them his solemn promise that he would go when he had
finished the space-ship. If he ever returned, he would give his knowledge to
the world, and would be honored as the greatest scientist, the greatest explorer,
the greatest historian of all time. If he never returned, the world would consider
itself well rid of one whom they now thought more than a little mad, just
another fool to venture out on a space vehicles, never to be seen again. One more
of a hundred such fools who had gone during the latter half of the eighties. It
was known that some of them had landed on the moon, but even so, they had not
been able to get back to earth. As if the earth were the only worth-while place
in the whole solar system. But he, Remington Wilson--

A bell rang softly. He pressed a button on his desk, and heard a voice
from a small radio. "A lady to see you, sir: Miss Elsie Haynes."

Elsie Haynes! The wish to see her, just once more, before embarking on his
hazardous journey has been there in his heart all the time. But he had resolutely
told himself it could not be. He could see her image on his private cinema,
 could even hear her voice, but ithat had only made it more difficult for him
to leave without seeing her in person. But now she had come, and he would get
his wish, and see her he would, whether or not it was best for either of them
[illegible] that he would be up to the living room a soon as possible.

He saw her standing, in the flesh, looking just as she had three years ago.
The burnished bronze curls, the deep blue eyes, the tall slim body wrapped in a
long coat of soft black velvet., the dainty feet in high-heeled sandals of blue
glass, the white hands unadorned except for the one flashing jewel on the third
finger of the left hand. Why had she come? What could he say to her?

"I have come to tell you goodbye," She said, as if answering his unspoken
question. She walked over to him and held out her hands. He took both of them
in his, saying:

"You knew, then, that I was leaving? I thought no one knew of my intentions"

"I Did not know you were going anywhere," she said. "It is I who am going.
I-I am going to be married tomorrow. Then we start at once on our wedding trip
to Rawallby plane  We won't be gone long, but I know I couldn't come to see you
again after that. So--goodbye."

"I didn't know," said Rem dully. "I haven't read the newspapers much lately.
The man is Fred Rolfe, I suppose?"

"Yes," she answered. "Father has selected him as the only man with brains
enough to handle the Haynes fortune. Fred will take the Wilson name, and become
the heir of father's millions, and he is already trained to take over the busi-

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H O R I Z O N S 3 THE TIME SPIRAL by JAYNE ELLIS Remington Wilson was alone in his workshop--that strange place where no man except himself was allowed to enter, and where a common man would not have wished to enter. For the things he would have seen would have been meaningless to any except Wilson or the two friends who had once been here with him to share his toil. But they had both gone now, leaving him to pursue his mighty take alone, for ten years since their death he had habored at the work to which the there of them had set themselves. And now, it was at last finished. The mightiest wokr ever attempted by human hands and minds had been accomplished in readiness for the still greater task ahead-- the final solution of the riddle of space and time, the proof of the ineffable abstructions which has originated in the great brain of John Rhuine, the mathematician of the twentyfirst century. Rem Wilson would have to go alone, his two compnarions having died; but go he would, for he had given them his solemn promise that he would go when he had finished the space-ship. If he ever returned, he would give his knowledge to the world, and would be honored as the greatest scientist, the greatest explorer, the greatest historian of all time. If he never returned, the world would consider itself well rid of one whom they now thought more than a little mad, just another fool to venture out on a space vehicles, never to be seen again. One more of a hundred such fools who had gone during the latter half of the eighties. It was known that some of them had landed on the moon, but even so, they had not been able to get back to earth. As if the earth were the only worth-while place in the whole solar system. But he, Remington Wilson-- A bell rang softly. He pressed a button on his desk, and heard a voice from a small radio. "A lady to see you, sir: Miss Elsie Haynes." Elsie Haynes! The wish to see her, just once more, before embarking on his hazardous journey has been there in his heart all the time. But he had resolutely told himself it could not be. He could see her image on his private cinema, could even hear her voice, but ithat had only made it more difficult for him to leave without seeing her in person. But now she had come, and he would get his wish, and see her he would, whether or not it was best for either of them [illegible] that he would be up to the living room a soon as possible. He saw her standing, in the flesh, looking just as she had three years ago. The burnished bronze curls, the deep blue eyes, the tall slim body wrapped in a long coat of soft black velvet., the dainty feet in high-heeled sandals of blue glass, the white hands unadorned except for the one flashing jewel on the third finger of the left hand. Why had she come? What could he say to her? "I have come to tell you goodbye," She said, as if answering his unspoken question. She walked over to him and held out her hands. He took both of them in his, saying: "You knew, then, that I was leaving? I thought no one knew of my intentions" "I Did not know you were going anywhere," she said. "It is I who am going. I-I am going to be married tomorrow. Then we start at once on our wedding trip to Rawallby plane We won't be gone long, but I know I couldn't come to see you again after that. So--goodbye." "I didn't know," said Rem dully. "I haven't read the newspapers much lately. The man is Fred Rolfe, I suppose?" "Yes," she answered. "Father has selected him as the only man with brains enough to handle the Haynes fortune. Fred will take the Wilson name, and become the heir of father's millions, and he is already trained to take over the busi-