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Title: Wanderer of Infinity

Author: Harl Vincent

Release Date: July 14, 2009 [EBook #29408]

Language: English

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Wanderer of Infinity

By Harl Vincent

* * * * *

[Sidenote: In the uncharted realms of infra-dimensional space Bert
meets a pathetic figure--The Wanderer.]

Lenville! Bert Redmond had never heard of the place until he received
Joan's letter. But here it was, a tiny straggling village cuddled
amongst the Ramapo hills of lower New York State, only a few miles
from Tuxedo. There was a prim, white-painted church, a general store
with the inevitable gasoline pump at the curb, and a dozen or so of
weatherbeaten frame houses. That was all. It was a typical, dusty
cross-roads hamlet of the vintage of thirty years before, utterly
isolated and apart from the rushing life of the broad concrete highway
so short a distance away.

Bert stopped his ancient and battered flivver at the corner where a
group of overalled loungers was gathered. Its asthmatic motor died
with a despairing cough as he cut the ignition.

"Anyone tell me where to find the Carmody place?" he sang out.

No one answered, and for a moment there was no movement amongst his
listeners. Then one of the loungers, an old man with a stubble of gray
beard, drew near and regarded him through thick spectacles.

"You ain't aimin' to go up there alone, be you?" the old fellow asked
in a thin cracked voice.

"Certainly. Why?" Bert caught a peculiar gleam in the watery old eyes
that were enlarged so enormously by the thick lenses. It was fear of
the supernatural that lurked there, sta