The Devolutionist and the Emancipatrix by Homer Eon Flint
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brass bracelets around their wrists. At one point in this curious
circuit, a wire ran to a small group of electrical appliances placed on a pedestal at the doctor's side; while the caller was still further puzzled to note that each of the sleepers was resting his or her feet on a stool, the legs of which, like the legs of each chair, were tipped with glass. After a minute of this the caller turned upon Mrs. Kinney in such complete bewilderment that she instantly unlocked the door, and again cautioning perfect silence, led the way into the corridor. Here she again locked the door. Upon leaving the spot, a quiet young man with keen gray eyes stepped from a room opposite, and at a nod from Mrs. Kinney proceeded to do sentry duty outside the study. Once down-stairs and safely within the living-room-- "This is rather mean of you Mrs. Kinney!" protested the man. "Tell me all about it, quick!" The lady complacently took a chair. "Well," she remarked innocently, "I knew you'd want to see him." "Yes, but--" "It serves you right," she went on blithely, "for staying away so long. Let's see--you left a year ago June, didn't you, Mr. Hill?" He swallowed something and managed to reply, "Great guns, yes! I've been in the wilds of New Guinea for a year--without news of any kind! I saw my first newspaper on board the dirigible this morning!" |
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