ALL STORIES NEW—NO REPRINTS “* nod
JULY, 1947 Cover by Lee Brown Coyé
LONG NOVELETIES
THE WILL OF CLAUDE-ASHUR . + C..Mal-Thompson 6
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THE DAMP MAN ww ww ww . Allison V. Harding 38
A relentless pursuit instituted by 0 beyond-vorimel monster
ith a loathsome scheme hinted at arly in aiglimeres
SHORT STORIES
THE CRURCHYARD YEW
‘After all tree is just a tree—noi
Tand between the dead and the fi
PARRINGTON'S POOL 2... wa
‘Only 10 conse, to this place, and then one, and
then one—bat that was anly the b
INTERIM tena eee
Life starts, and énds, in darkuess—with movement
the lack of movement, the begining and the end
THE RUE OF FORGETFULNESS . 6... Roger S Vreeland 66
Each moment has an urgent importance until relegdted
to its proper place in the past by the fatere
THR DOG THAT CAME BACK...
The firing may die Oui do not zest with @
Purpose to carry ont sill in. fife
THE BREEZE ANDI. 2 Mary Elizabeth Counselman 76
Gur learned scientists hive’ barely siumbled pon
an inkling of whet the ancients knew
THE DIGGING AT PISTOL KEY... | Cari Jacobi 86
Huried treasure, buried scercti, things thet shosld
forever vemain bsvied yet would not
J. Sheridan Le Fanu 32
no man’s
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Stephen Grendon 58
Ray Bradbury 64
Stanton A. Coblentz 70
VERSE
RESURRECTION Clark Ashton Smith 85
WEIDIsMs Lee Brown Coye 63
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D. BEILRAAT. Easton LAMONT RUGHANAN, Amoowte Huson,The Damp Man >
YEORGE PELGRIM sat with exag-
gerated boredom on the uncom
fottable wood benches ‘of the
amphitheatre, The sign above: the several
rows proclaimed that this was the’séction re-
setved for the press, but George, as his
sprawled long legs and discontented manner
indicated, was neither impressed by the sign
nor the spectacle going on bencath him in
the pool where the Women’s State Swim-
sing Championships were being held
Despite his ‘comparatively young, years
Delgrim had cuvered « uewspeper reporter's
average quota of big stories, including those
of the sports variety. “This was a conicdown.
‘More than that, it was an out-and-out indig-
sity, and for at least the tenth time that day,
Pelgrim reviewed the disadvantages of
working for a big short-handed metropolitas
claily with the inevitable shuilling of assiga-
aneats to its younger members that short
handedness dictated. Still, covering some:
thing Jike a girls’ swimming meet, and a
relatively-obscure one at that, was going too
far. He'd taken a Int fram McBrien, his
editor, but this was
Five similar forms splashed" mightly be-
Jow him, and one in a red-cap finally forged
ahead and touched the pool's end. ‘The
pa. system then announced that the 100-
yard free'style winner was Miss Linda Mal-
Jory. Second was Miss Mary: Ciphers, the
former title-holder in this:event.
George yawned. ‘Thank God it was the
Jast event, He Slouched out of the stands,
passing by the public-relations table to pick
up 4 press sheet with Events, Winners, and
fimes.. Now afew wards from the new
400 yard champion and he'd be through this
day's work. He took his'time getting to the
clubhouse and then he Hashed hi§ press pass
at the doorway that proclaimed, “No Visitors
> “I'm Pelgeien of the Gazerte,
Contestants’ Entrance. He nodded to 4
timer he recognized as someone he'd seen
several times before at track meets—Oh
happy days!—then he buttonholed one ul
the ribboned commnitteemen.
“Td like to see that girl: who won the 100-
yard, Just a few words.” He looked down
at his Sheet. “Mallory? .
“Ab yes, Miss Matlory,” said the commit-
teeman, filled with be-nice-to-the-press reso-
Tutions. A fine swimmer!
He beckoned the newspaperman to follow
Wine und went dust « cuitdor topping be
fore a door, kaocking on it and then sticking
his head in. to murmur a few words. Then
he turned back.
“Go right in.”
Pelgrim ‘went in. Linda Mallory was
standing just inside, Pelgrim got the im-
pression of well-built blondeness. She was
dressed in street clothes now.
he mum
bled. “I'd just like a few words, Miss Mal-
Jory. Is this the first district championship
you've won? Haw nld are you?”
He SHOT forth a few other questions.
Get = it - over with as - soon - as -
possible Pelgrim. Then for the first time he
really looked at her. She was very pretty,
you like the big healthy athletic pe, But
there. was something clse. One shapely arm
was holding onto the dressing table as
though she needed its support. George's
eyes narrowed, ‘This was a strange way for a
newly crowned champion to act, She ought
to be pleased. Instead, Linda Mallory was,
terrified. .
There was an awkward silence and then.
the git managed the ghost of a smile
“Pm sorry,” she said and sqyaced her
shoulders. “I'm twenty and this is the first
Heading by JOHN GTUNTA
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