The Wreck of the South Pole and Other Strange Tales — page 90: what you’re looking at

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The Indestructible Story. 83 three months would be preferred to Landstreet every time. “He never told me about his ‘indestructible story,’ as you call it, until just a few nights before his death. He and his wife and two little girls lived over on the west side in a miserable little tenement-house—had only two rooms, I think. Anyway, they were in as hard luck as one could wish to see. I used to stop occasionally to cheer him up a little. “A few nights before he died I stopped on my way down to the office, and he told me of his scheme; but from his manner I could not have understood, at first, whether he was concocting some practical joke, thought he could invent something that would be of value, or was really insane. He had succeeded, to all appearances at least, in producing a sheet of paper that would neither burn nor tear. We tested it as well as we could, that night. He also took up a knife and attempted to cut it, but that was impossible. He had invented a perpetual indelible ink, too, with which to write upon his paper. He did not explain its ingredients. Before I left he went to a table drawer and brought back a little roll, which he gave to me, saying: “Don’t open this till you hear I am dead.’ “TI supposed it was some directions with regard to the poor fellow’s wife and children, and so took it without much surprise. I knew he could not live long. After his death, I opened it. Here it is.” Kent pulled a small roll from his pocket and passed EORNIEOOOKS (F©)