The Wreck of the South Pole and Other Strange Tales — page 89: what you’re looking at

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82 The Indestructible Story. fine, shining powder, and, after heating his former com- position, he sprinkled this powder over it. The result was a thin sheet which would not tear, break or melt to such a degree as to lose its shape. He had secured the material for his ‘indestructible story.’ ” “Well,” said Hanklin, after a pause, “what became of it? Where is his wonderful sheet? Who has it?” “That’s more than I know,’ Chase replied. “Land- street showed it to me, but I never heard what he wrote or what he did with it. In fact, I haven’t seen him for months.” J “Probably I can finish your story.” It was Kent who spoke. “What! Do you know of it, too?” “Yes. Landstreet and I have been friends for the last five years—were friends, I should say, for he is dead.” Head 2): “Dead. Died three months ago. I met him whén he _ first came to Chicago, and brought in his first ‘special’ article to the Times to sell. He didn’t sell it, and I gave him some pointers. Whether they did him any good or not I cannot say, but it was the means of getting us ac- quainted. I pitied the poor fellow, he had such bad luck. Some of his work was better than any that ever appeared in our paper, and yet he never could sell it. Strange how some men never can succeed! We've had a hundred changes in our force since then, but Landstreet could never get on. Some green fellow who could not write a decent article, and who was certain to be ‘fired’ within Gomicbook (E(o)