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By Harold Carter.
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
Professor Singleton hat crouched
t over his microscope." Tojhe observer
he would have seemed to be studying
only a tiny spot of jelly upon a slide.
The professor, however, was looking
into a thickly populated world. The
drop of jelly, like the world, was
round, and within it several millions
of the spiranthea Jacksonii were put
ting on wings.
This transformation of the spiran
thea, which identified them with an-
agAg i " vO
The Hour Was Midnight.
other species hitherto believed to be
separate, had never before been wit
nessed. Singleton was forty-two. A rich
man, he had devoted himself for
years to his scientific investigations.
Of late, however, ever since his mar
riage, the year before, to a charming
society girl, who had devoted her
whole care to his welfare, he had in
sensibly been drawn away from his
hobby. That he had shamefully neg
lected Mary did not occur to him. He
had lived for his researches. Mary
lived for him. She had abandoned
all her old friends, except the Streets.
George Street and she had been great
friends before her marriage, and sur
prise had been felt that she had
chosen the professor.
For two whole days and a night
Singleton had bent over his micro
scope. He had not slept; he had
eaten there, sipping beef tea and hot
milk which his wife brought him.
Now at last he was to be rewarded.
Spiranthea was undoubtedly passing
from the larval into the pupal stage,
and from that into the full-fledged
imago. Ten generations had died
while he sat there; ten had been born,
and the tenth was accomplishing
what every scientist had denied.
Suddenly Professor Singleton
heard George Street's voice in the
next room, and Mary's answering.
There was nothing strange in that,
except for the tone and the hour.
The hour was midnight; the tone
was low and impassioned.
"An old man," Street was saying.
"Mary, you have tied yourself for life
to one who can never appreciate or
understand you. Your life is one long
"I know it," answered Mary, ever
The professor's heart was thump
ing against his ribs. He had loved his
wife devotedly, after his fashion, he
had even secretly thought of retir
ing from science to devote his life to
her; but scientist though he was he
was also a human being.
Then in a moment he had forgot
ten, for he saw a curious movement
among the animalculae in the jelly
drop, and his eye was glued to the
'A shameless self-worshiper,"
Street's voice continued. "He lives
for himself alone."
"No, there you do him an in
justice," Mary responded. "He lives
"And, like a Moloch, it immolates