Mothers and sons -- Fiction; Science fiction; Short stories
JAMIESON
By BILL DOEDE
Illustrated by GRAY
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Galaxy Magazine December 1960.
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
A Konv cylinder was the key to space--but
there was one power it could not match!
They lived in a small house beside the little Wolf river in Wisconsin.
Once it had been a summer cottage owned by a rich man from Chicago.
The rich man died. His heirs sold it. Now it was well insulated and
Mrs. Jamieson and her son were very comfortable, even in the coldest
winter. During the summer they rented a few row boats to vacationing
fishermen, and she had built a few overnight cabins beside the road.
They were able to make ends meet.
Her neighbors knew nothing of the money she had brought with her to
Wisconsin. They didn't even know that she was not a native. She never
spoke of it, except at first, when Earl was a boy of seven and they had
just come there to live. Then she only said that she came from the
East. She knew the names of eastern Wisconsin towns, and small facts
about them; it lent an air of authenticity to her claim of being a
native. Actually her previous residence was Bangkok, Siam, where the
Agents had killed her husband.
That was back in '07, on the eve of his departure for Alpha Centaurus;
but she never spoke of this; and she was very careful not to move from
place to place except by the conventional methods of travel.
Also, she wore her hair long, almost to the shoulders. People said,
"There goes one of the old-fashioned ones. That hair-do was popular
back in the sixties." They did not suspect that she did this only to
cover the thin, pencil-line scar, evidence that a small cylinder lay
under her skin behind the ear.
For Mrs. Jamieson was one of the Konvs.
Her husband had been one of the small group who developed this tiny
instrument. Not the inventor--_his_ name was Stinson, and the effects
produced by it were known as the Stinson Effect. In appearance
it resembled a small semi-conductor device. Analysis by the best
scientific minds proved it to be a semi-conductor.
Yet it held the power to move a body instantly from one point in space
to any other point. Each unit was custom built, keyed to operate only
by the thought pattern of the particular individual.
Several times in the past seven years Mrs. Jamieson had seen other
Konvs, and had been tempted to identify herself and say, "Here I am.
You are one of them; so am I. Come, and we'll talk. We'll talk about
Stinson and Benjamin, who helped them all get away. And Doctor Straus.
And my husband, E. Mason Jamieson, who never got away because those
filthy, unspeakable Agents shot him in the back, there in that coffee
shop in Bangkok, Siam."
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