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YEZAD A Romance of the Unknown By GEORGE BABCOCK PUBLISHED BY CO-OPERATIVE PUBLISHING CO., INC. BRIDGEPORT, CONN. NEW YORK, N. Y. Copyright, November, 1922, by GEORGE BABCOCK All rights reserved To MY S1sTER, EVA STANTON (BABCOCK) BROWNING., this story 1s affectionately inscribed. GEORGE BABCOCK. Brooklyn, N. Y. November, 19ff. CHARACTERS l JOHN BACON, Aviator. 2 JuLIA BACON, His Wife. 3 PAUL BACON, Son. 4 ELLEN BACON, Daughter. 5 AnoLPH VON PosEN, Inventor, in love. 6 SALLY T1MPOLE, the Cook, also in love. 7 JASPER PERKINS } 8 SILAS CUMMINGS The old quaint cronies. 9 NANCY PRINDLE 10 DOCTOR PETER KLOUSE. 11 HESTER DOUGLASS} 12 F IN LEY D OU GLASS Grandchildren of the Doctor. 13 SAM WILLIS, the dreadful liar. 14 WILLIAM THADDEUS TITUS, Champion of several trades. 15 WILLIAM GRENNELL, the Village Blacksmith. 16 MINNA BACON } 17 B RENDA B ACON Children of Paul and Hester. 18 RoBERT DouGLAss, Son of Finley and Ellen. 19 CHARLOTTE Dun LEY, a Maiden of Mars. 20 CHRISTOPHER SPENCER, Astronomer of Mars. 21 FELIX CLAUDIO, the Devil's Son. 22 DocToR NATHAN ELIZABRAT of Mars. 23 MARCOMET, a Guard of the Great White \Vay. 24 JOHN BACON'S DUALITY. Note:-A Glossary of coined and unusual words and their mean ing, used by the author in Yezad, will be found on pages 449 to 463. CONTENTS CHAPTER PAGE I THE PRICE OF PROGRESS 1 II THE GHOST • 20 III NEW NEIGHBORS 33 IV DOCTOR KLOUSE 45 V HEREDITY VS. KLOUSE PHILOSOPHY 52 VI A DREADFUL LIAR • 57 VII AMONG THE ABORIGINES 71 VIII AN ODD EXPERIMENT . 85 IX THE HOUSE OF SILENCE 100 X OTHER EXPERIMENTS 115 XI NANCY'S BEAUX 120 XII TELEPATHY . 129 XIII THE VILLA GE BLACKSMITH 137 XIV FURTHER PHILOSOPHY OF DOCTOR KLOUSE 146 xv THE DocToR 's RECORDS 154 XVI THE DREAM 160 XVII ON THE FIELD 171 XVIII THE LAST TRIP . 182 XIX DROPPING THE PILOT 189 xx MY DUAL SELF . 195 XXI THE MOON 204 XXII THE GREAT WHITE WAY 212 XXIII MAR COMET 219 XXIV THE PLANET MARS 228 XXV THE lNHABIT~\NTS OF MARS 238 XXVI PREPARATIONS 250 CONTENTS PAGE CHAPTER XXVII THE PSYCHOLOGRAPH 256 XXVIII THE ASTRONOMICAL SOCIETY • 267 XXIX FELIX CLAUDIO • 280 XXX SPENCER 's PLANS 287 XXXI THE TORPEDO 297 XXXII CHARLOTTE 's WARNING 306 XXXIII ELECTRIC AERO-CHAIRS 318 XXXIV THE SUCCESSFUL FLIGHT • 326 XXXV CLAUDIO 's DEFEAT . 338 XXXVI A STUPENDOUS ENTERPRISE 349 XXXVII VOLUNTEERS EMIGRATING . 354 XXXVIII THE START • 361 XXXIX TRACKLESS SPACE 371 XL STRANGE SENSATIONS 380 XLI TWILIGHT 387 XLII THE DEVIL 's SoN 393 XLIII REVIVING HOPES 404 XLIV THE CHASE . 408 XLY A MARRIAGE-NOWHERE 415 XLYI THE BEGINNING OF HELL • 424 XLVII A RETURN V!SIT 429 APPENDIX 445 GLOSSARY 449 YEZAD, A ROMANCE CHAPTER I THE PRICE OF PROGRESS CALM prevailed. It was a day of glorious sunshine. Fleece-like clouds lazily floated across the sky-banking 'way to the South. The drowsy music of a near-by stream lulled all nature into a midday peace. Even the birds had hushed their singing of the earlier hours. "You are right, little wife. It is dangerous, but the time is at hand when aviation will have become perfectly safe. The reason he fell? Well, who knows? He was at so great a height, that none could see what happened. But, he might have been careless. Fortunately, I've never had a serious accident, as you know." "No, John, you have never had, otherwise, we might not be conversing now, and--" "Oh, shucks, Julia. People are killed on railroads, steamboats, and in a thousand ways, yet that doesn't elim inate business. Killing is sometimes necessary to progress. No accident occurs. without some additional safeguard arising to prevent its repetition." "But, you just said, he was so high in the air that no one knew what caused the accident." "Oh, of course, the majority of us die without adding knowledge to the world. What I want you to understand 1 2 YEZAD, A ROMANCE is, that all progress is at the expense of some sacrifice, or self a bnegation. " "But you have discovered many new points, John, and--" "Yes, but others try them out too. Not all have proved successes, if they had, two fine fellows would be here to day. But why harp upon this matter? You knew Paul and I were going out to the field to-day. I promise you, I'm not going to touch my 'plane. It's going to remain in the hangar until I make certain repairs and more or less important improvements." "Look here, Dad, if you don't hurry, we'll be late. Say, Mother, why don't you and sister Ellen make ready and come along with us? You've got just about time enough," said Paul, glancing at his watch. "No, Paul. You and your Father can hurry along. Don't miss your train. You know it's nearly a mile to the depot. Ellen and I are both sick at heart. The tragedy of that poor aviator falling a mile through the air was too appalling. Though more than a week past, I seem not to rid myself of the shock. That's why I want you to give aviation up, John" ;-and my wife tenderly laying her head upon my shoulder, gave me an affectionate embrace. "Please don't worry, Julia. I'm not going up to-day. I promise you that, although my name appears in all the :eapers.-'John Bacon will attempt to beat his. own record for high flying to-day.' But for once, I'm going to fool them. I hold the record, as you know, of having ascended to a greater height than any living pilot, so I'm well advertised. I've made money at it, yet I'm not going to throw myself away without care or calculation. The THE PRICE OF PROGRESS 3 National Scientific Society has made me a liberal offer, if I obtain certain facts at high altitudes. Still, I've got till next June before I make the try. I'm going to rest through the coming Fa.U and Winter. And now, I'll give you my solemn word; Julia, 'twill be my last trip." "Oh, I am so glad, John, to hear you say that," re turned my wife; then starting up, I observed a slight pallor overcast her face. For a moment her eyes closed and, bowing her head, she was silent. Paul and I left her standing on the old front porch, her eyes wistfully following our retreat as we hurried down the dusty path toward the old New England village. The afternoon train, soon due, would take us to the aviation field. As I turned to wave her a parting adieu, I suddenly became conscious of my abrupt remarks. As if she cared for or thought of money! Poor little wife, it was I of whom she was thinking. There she stood, silently and sad, watching us as we hurried down the old familiar road the road over which we had journeyed together for more than a generation to and from our old-time comfortable country home. It was a quaint old town-far away from the "madding crowd." For many years past, as, the young people grew old enough, away to the city they went to seek their fortunes, leaving for the greater part behind, the old and worn out. Good fortune smiled upon us quite early in life, for my wife and I had been back for years from the city's strife and swirl. The glamor of its lonesome crowds and artificial life had no further attractions. After we had gathered up no small portion of the gold that the 4 YEZAD, A ROMANCE hurrying and thoughtless had thrown awa~, we harked back to the still life of the country where things are real and interests are human. A few years later, there sprang up an aviation field but a few miles away. Naturally I took a deep interest in the project, as not a few of my former city acquaint ances were among the promoters. My interest deepened and soon I owned a couple of aeroplanes, together with a national reputation as a "high flyer." Success supplied an added confidence, almost to the point of recklessness. My fellow aviators called it "luck." Mo-st of those who started with me are dead. Each one sacrificed his life, consciously or unconsciously, for the sake of progress. When thoroughly investigated, each accident was found to arise, in part, from unscientific construction. Hence, the sacrifice of life seemed a necessary factor to each solution. Always some trivial improvement resulted. So, it remains a question of how many lives: must yet be sacrificed, ere aviation becomes moderately safe-the old rule of Progress, applying to the new. It goes without saying that the perilous element in flying has deterred me.from inviting my family and friends on these aerial ventures. The numerous tragedies of the field, witnessed at times by my wife and children, cured the family of any lingering ambition to fly. For my own part, the tense excitement, and exalted sensation of soaring in the air, high above clouds, passing over country, villages and cities, over lakes and rivers tracing each spa.rkling stream below, running in its thread~ like course through great patches of green, like brilliant emerald and silver mixed-all this gave flying its zest. THE PRICE OF PROGRESS 5 Far below, everywhere the people seemed to move like tiny ants.