Edwin Lester Arnold

Gulliver of Mars Edwin Lester Arnold

Dare I say it? Dare I say that I, a plain, prosaic lieutenant in the republican service have done the incredible things here set out for the love of a woman-for a chimera in female shape; for a pale, vapid ghost of woman-loveliness? At times I tell myself I dare not: thatyou will laugh, and cast me aside as a fabricator; and then again I pick up my pen and collect the scattered pages, for I MUST write it-the pallid splendour of that thing I loved, and won, and lost is ever before me, and will not be forgotten. The tumult of the struggle into which that vision led me still throbs in my mind, the soft, lisping voices ofthe planet I ransacked for its sake and the roar of the destruction which followed me back from the quest drowns all other sounds in my ears! I must and will write-it relieves me; read and believe as you list. At the moment this story commences I was thinking of grilled steak and tomatoes-steak crisp and brown on both sides, and tomatoes red as a setting sun! Much else though I have forgotten, THAT fact remains as clear as the last sight of a well-remembered shore in the mind of some wave-tossed traveller. And the occasionwhich produced that prosaic thought was a night well calculated to make one think of supper and fireside, though the one might be frugal and the other lonely, and as I, Gulliver Jones, the poor foresaid Navy lieutenant, with the honoured stars of our Republic on my collar, and an undeserved snub from those in authority rankling in myheart, picked my way homeward by a short cut through