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Fanfare, v. 1, issue 2, June 1940
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FANFARE 7 THE MESSAGE OF THE MANUSCRIPT By FREDERICK WEINER[?] "Well, Tom, I guess its no use. I've tried everything I could think of and still its no good." The speaker was a tall husky man who looked younger than his seventy-five years. His face, though kindly, had a bitter look imprinted on it, as though all the good he had ever tried to do for humanity and the world had been ridiculed and scorned. In effect, this was true. For though Roger Bacon had made many sensational discoveries, the world, through its ignorance and stupidity, had ignored him. "Oh well, Roger, be patient, maybe God intended that no one should ever discover the secret of a diamond's hardness. Come on, you've had enough for one day. It's getting late. Shall we go upstairs?" Bacon smiled, and put his arm on Tom's shoulder. "Thomas Holmes, where would I be if it wasn't for your patience and understanding. I am so impatient and you are the exact opposite. Maybe God intended us to be the best of friends. Come on, I'm tired. Let's go up." Arm in arm the two men ascended the stairs, leaving the workshop lighted by the moon's pale light. Soon silence pervaded all through the house. In fact, out here in the wilderness, where the nearest neighbor was thirty miles away, this house had always been silent. Roger Bacon had selected this house with great forethought. At least he could work in peace without being constantly disturbed by the petty noises of the city. Suddenly silence vanished. Yells of fear arose. "The Lord has come to get us all. Judgement Day is here. Master, master, come here quick." Bacon's trusted servant ran into the bedroom. "Master, get up quick. Something terrible is going to happen to us all." "What's the matter?" muttered Bacon sleepily. Master, there is a light outside, a light of a thousand candles. Come quickly." Bacon put on his robe and called to Holmes who was just awakening in the other bed beside him. "Come on, Holmes. Something is happening outside." Together they rushed downstairs and out into the garden. An intensely bright light was shinning. "By the Lord, whatever can it be?" muttered Bacon, "A light such as never I have seen before." For an hour they remained there, marvelling that anything could be so bright. Then suddenly it died down. For two minutes all was darkness for the trio. After his eyes were accustomed to the darkness, Bacon gingerly approached the spot where the light had been shinning. "By the light of Jehosephat, its only a box! Here, Holmes, help me carry it into the house." Together they staggered into the workshop with it. It proved to be a large metal box, about four feet square, made of a metal such as Bacon had never seen before. There were holes all around the box, and three-quarters of the top had been blown away by some explosion. The box was surprisingly cool after having emitted such intense light. "Open it up, Bacon," implored Holmes, anxiously. "Whatever can it be?" But Bacon's hands had already been exploring it. With a grunt of surprise and satisfaction he heard a click, and the entire box fell apart Something hard and metallic struck the ground. With hands quivering with excitement, Bacon picked up the box and searched for an open-
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FANFARE 7 THE MESSAGE OF THE MANUSCRIPT By FREDERICK WEINER[?] "Well, Tom, I guess its no use. I've tried everything I could think of and still its no good." The speaker was a tall husky man who looked younger than his seventy-five years. His face, though kindly, had a bitter look imprinted on it, as though all the good he had ever tried to do for humanity and the world had been ridiculed and scorned. In effect, this was true. For though Roger Bacon had made many sensational discoveries, the world, through its ignorance and stupidity, had ignored him. "Oh well, Roger, be patient, maybe God intended that no one should ever discover the secret of a diamond's hardness. Come on, you've had enough for one day. It's getting late. Shall we go upstairs?" Bacon smiled, and put his arm on Tom's shoulder. "Thomas Holmes, where would I be if it wasn't for your patience and understanding. I am so impatient and you are the exact opposite. Maybe God intended us to be the best of friends. Come on, I'm tired. Let's go up." Arm in arm the two men ascended the stairs, leaving the workshop lighted by the moon's pale light. Soon silence pervaded all through the house. In fact, out here in the wilderness, where the nearest neighbor was thirty miles away, this house had always been silent. Roger Bacon had selected this house with great forethought. At least he could work in peace without being constantly disturbed by the petty noises of the city. Suddenly silence vanished. Yells of fear arose. "The Lord has come to get us all. Judgement Day is here. Master, master, come here quick." Bacon's trusted servant ran into the bedroom. "Master, get up quick. Something terrible is going to happen to us all." "What's the matter?" muttered Bacon sleepily. Master, there is a light outside, a light of a thousand candles. Come quickly." Bacon put on his robe and called to Holmes who was just awakening in the other bed beside him. "Come on, Holmes. Something is happening outside." Together they rushed downstairs and out into the garden. An intensely bright light was shinning. "By the Lord, whatever can it be?" muttered Bacon, "A light such as never I have seen before." For an hour they remained there, marvelling that anything could be so bright. Then suddenly it died down. For two minutes all was darkness for the trio. After his eyes were accustomed to the darkness, Bacon gingerly approached the spot where the light had been shinning. "By the light of Jehosephat, its only a box! Here, Holmes, help me carry it into the house." Together they staggered into the workshop with it. It proved to be a large metal box, about four feet square, made of a metal such as Bacon had never seen before. There were holes all around the box, and three-quarters of the top had been blown away by some explosion. The box was surprisingly cool after having emitted such intense light. "Open it up, Bacon," implored Holmes, anxiously. "Whatever can it be?" But Bacon's hands had already been exploring it. With a grunt of surprise and satisfaction he heard a click, and the entire box fell apart Something hard and metallic struck the ground. With hands quivering with excitement, Bacon picked up the box and searched for an open-
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