Unveiling a Parallel: A RomanceJones, Alice Ilgenfritz
Science
Unveiling a Parallel: A Romance
Jones, Alice Ilgenfritz
Feminist fiction; Mars (Planet) -- Fiction; Science fiction; Utopian fiction
Elodia was of course the chief figure in the procession, and she bore
herself with a grave and solemn dignity in keeping with the
ceremonies. The sight of her beautiful face, with its subdued but
lofty expression, was more than I could bear. I leaned forward and
dropped my face in my hands, and let the sorrow-laden requiem rack my
soul with its sweet torture as it would.
That was my last day in Thursia.
I had at first thought of taking my aeroplane along with me,
reflecting that I might better begin my homeward flight from some
mountain top in Caskia; but Severnius would not hear of that.
"No indeed!" said he, "you must return to us again. I wish to get
ready a budget for you to carry back to your astronomers, which I
think will be of value to them, as I shall make a complete map of the
heavens as they appear to us. Then we shall be eager to hear about
your visit. And besides, we want to see you again on the ground of
friendship, the strongest reason of all!"
"You are too kind!" I responded with much feeling. I knew that he was
as sincere as he was polite. This was at the last moment, and Elodia
was present to bid me "good-by." She seconded her brother's
invitation,--"O, yes, of course you must come back!" and turned the
whole power of her beautiful face upon me, and for the first time gave
me her hand. I had coveted it a hundred times as it lay lissome and
white in her lap. I clasped it, palm to palm. It was as smooth as
satin, and not moist,--I dislike a moist hand. I felt that up to that
moment I had always undervalued the sense of touch,--it was the
finest of all the senses! No music, no work of art, no wondrous scene,
had ever so thrilled me and set my nerves a-quiver, as did the
delicate, firm pressure of those magic fingers. The remembrance of it
made my blood tingle as I went on my long journey from Thursia to
Lunismar.
It was a long journey in miles, though not in time, we traveled like
the wind.
Both Clytia and Calypso were at the station to meet me, with their two
children, Freya and Eurydice. I learned that nearly all Caskians are
named after the planetoids or other heavenly bodies,--a very
appropriate thing, since they live so near the stars!
My heart went out to the children the moment my eyes fell upon their
faces.
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