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//-->THfMA(jAZIN.EO~VOLUME 3, No.3...~~JUNE, 1952~~~D~U~The CausesbyIDRIS SEABRIGHTThe Desrick on YandrobyMANLY WADE WELLMANThe Moon MaidenbyHANNIBAL COONSThe BrothersbyCL~FTONDANCEFinalebyR. BRETNORThe Beach ThingbyRALPH ROBINDragon on Somerset StreetbyELMER ROESSNERUnderground MovementbyKRIS NEVILLERecommended ReadingbyTHE EDITORSArtists at WorkbyHAROLD LYNCH, JR.The Call of WingsbyAGATHA CHRISTIEThe Business, As UsualbyMACK REYNOLDSLambikinbySAM MERWIN, JR.CoverbyEmsh(Illustrating" Love,"byRichard Wilson)J9I93044J762707486889JI07IIITM,Magazine of FanJasy and Science Fiction, Volume3,NO.3, June,1952.Published bimonthlybyFanJasy House, Inc., at35¢a copy. Annual subscription,$2.00in U. S. and possessions;$2.5°in all othercountries. Publication office, Concord, N. H. General offices,570Lexington Avenue, New York22,N. Y.Editoritlloffice,2641Dana St.,R~keley4,Calif. Entered as second c/as.< matteratthe Post Office at Concord,N. H. under Act ofMarch3,1879.Printed in U. S. A. Copyright,1952,by Fantasy House, Inc. AU~ights.including translation into other languages, reserved. Submissions must be accompanied by stamped, self-addressed envelopes; the Publisher assumes no responsibility for return ofunsolicited manuscripts.LawrenceE.Spivak,PUBLISHERRobert P. Mills,MANAGING EDITORAnthony Boucher&J. Francis McComas,EDITORSJoseph W. Ferman,GENERAL MANAGERGROFF CONKLIN'Snewest"idea" anthologyInvaders of Earth·*SIa".d21 imagination-stretching storiesof invasion from outer space - nonepublished in book form before - plusthe complete Orson Welles broad-cast, "Invasion from Mars." They'rethe cream of the crop, by suchscience-fiction masters as: A. E. VanVogt, Murray Leinster, AnthonyBoucher (an unpublished story) andmany others. 352 pages. $2.95I - - - - - A N D DON'TM I S S - - - -GROFF CONKLIN'Sfirst "idea" anthology~*****w.r. fealuredANrHONY IOUCHER'S"b••,Sf forIPSI-.DOUBLE IN SPACE by. 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The rate islow - only $ 55 per quarter-page unit; and the market islarge. andresponsive~rh.dosingclaf.lorrh.Augus'issueTHE VANGUARD PRESS,424Madison Ave., N. Y. 17Atall boob.II.";;;inleidStOtAOllllOn,opono',""" fourle8i%ed.selaCEd ondreon~~~~eod~i\'3~,$2.95'ran~••ne"'!"oin",ento~obertA. peen'" •.by~owi'"on,trn;:fotiff':1M' S1AtlSt~'dr\~~sOWANT.'~hSftintO'VII;:;y;sMay 5FANTASY and SCIENCE FICTION570 lexington AvenueNewYork 22,N.Y.OU8L.DAYSCIENCI FICTIONRichard Wilson, like so many science fiction writers, hegan young and puh-lished a great numher of pulp stories in his early twenties. Unlike most, hethen took a lay-off of some seven years and devoted himself to such matters asthe running of wire services. Now as New York Bureau Chief of TransradioPress he has somehow found time to return occasionally to science fiction, withan enviahle new maturity-as he demonstrates in one of the most sensitiveand touching treatments of that delicate subject, physical love betweennatives of different planets.LovebyRICHARD WILSONHE was from Mars and she was from Earth; and you know what theythought of Martians in those days. He wasn't very tall, as Martians weren't;but that was all right, because she was unusually tiny and only came to hisshoulder. They made fun of a Martian's anatomy then. There were a lotof jokes made by professional so-called comedians, just as it had once beenconsidered funny to tell stories about Jews and Scotsmen.Maybe Jac wasn't much to look at, by the standards of Earth modelagencies, but he was intelligent and kind and Ellen loved him. She shouldn'thave told her father that, she knew now. It had been difficult enough to bewith Jac before the night she'd gone to her father with the confession of herlove. He'd stormed up and down the living room of their house at the edgeof the spaceport. He'd talked about position and family and biologicalim-possibility. He'd invoked the memory of her dead mother and reminded herof the things he had sacrificed to give her the educationhe'dnever had:the special schools and the tutoring. He said that if she couldseethis Martian- this Jac person - she'd understand his point of view and thank him forhis efforts to spare her. the anguish she would experience as a girl who hadcrossed the planet line. He didn't stop till he had brought tears to the blindeyes of his daughter.Only then did he become calm and, with a faint twinge of conscience, tellher as gen tly as he could that she was not to see the boy again. He would seeJae, he told her, and explain to him that the thing was impossible.Ellen felt her way to her room and locked the door against him, and34RI CHARD WILS01',l'finally she heard her father go down the hall and slam his own door.She refused to go down for breakfast the next morning. She waited tillshe heard her father leave the house to go to his job in the weather s'tationof the spaceport. Then she left by the back way.She heard the rattle of Pug's chain against the kennel and his bark ofgreeting. She knelt and took the paw he offered. It had been broken onceand never properly set. She stroked it gently, although it no longer hurthim; it just made him limp. Ellen unhooked the chain from his collar andfastened a short leash to it. She and the dog went through the streets andinto the Martian section of the town.The whole community had been the Martians' originally. But after thecoming of the Earth people they'd been gradually uprooted and forced intoone end of town. Spidertown, she'd heard some people call it. Damn peoplelike that, she'thought. People like her father! "Damn them," she said aloud.And Pug growled in sympathy.She bent down to pet him. He whimpered inquiringly. "Poor crippledPug," she said. "A blind girl, a lame dog, and a Martian. Outcasts, Pug.That's us." Then she shrugged off her self-pity and walked on.There was only one really bad crossing.Itwas a highway and the oretrucks rolled along it all day long, carrying their loads. to the spaceport andthe great Earthbound cargo ships. But the traffic man at the edge of thehighway,knew her and walked across with her and Pug."Beautiful morning; Miss Hanson," he said.She said it smelled good and the air felt real fresh and thanked him.Jac met her in the park at the edge of the lake. She tingled to the tou:chofhIS hand on her arm. His fingers were slender and quite \:>ony and hisarm~whenhe put hers, in his, was thin. But he was strong, she knew: oncehe had picked her up and carried her across a rough patch of ground illth~hills where they sometimes walked. He had carried her effortlessly, shereinembered, and she had heard the strange rhythm of his heart as she"leaned her head against his hard chest."Hello,"Jacsa~d."Hell.o,.mygirl and my girl's dog."."Hello, Jac," she said, and Pug wagged his tail so furiously that itb~atagainst her leg. Pug didn't care if Jac was a Martian, and she wished. her.father had as much judgment.They went arm-iIi-arm across the park to the meadows beyond.Pugwasunleashed now and frisked about them,hi~bark echoing fladyin theMartian air.~'Thisis a beautiful day- one should be so happy," Jac said. "And yetyou look unhappy. W h y ? " .And so Ellen told him, and Jac was silent. For a long time they walked
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