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[Danial S. <par...@al...>]

S. Seems to me I read somewhere that Marconi had received mysterious
signals that he believed came from the planet Venus. Hesper, Hesper ...
it sounds familiar, somehow. Wonder if there could be anything to it?"
Something impelled him to follow out the instructions in the note. He
spent the next few hours repeating the address over and over again. When
he was satisfied that he had memorized it thoroughly, he tore the
strange paper into bits and sent it fluttering earthward like a tiny
snowstorm. Larner was not a gullible individual, but neither was he
unimaginative. He was scientist enough to know that "the impossibilities
of to-day are the accomplishments of to-morrow." So while not convinced
that the note was a serious communication, still his mind was open. The
weird address insisted on creeping into his mind and driving out other
thoughts, even those of his speckled playfellows, the rainbow trout.
"I've a notion to change my plans and go from Denver to the Frying Pan,"
he cogitated. Then he thought, "No, I won't take it that seriously." * *
* * * Anyone who knows the Colorado Rockies knows paradise. There is no
more beautiful country on the globe. Lake County, where Larner had
chosen his fishing grounds, has as its seat the old mining ca