A. Merritt's Fantasy Magazine, December 1949 — page 25: what you’re looking at

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must long ago have died out. How today could one be found ?” THOUGHT the Demoiselle shot de e Keradel a warning look, and was about ty to speak. He ignored her, swept away by this idea that ruled him, forced to 2 expound, to justify it. He said: ‘But you are wrong. They do live. They live in the brains of those who sprang from them. They sleep in the brains of their descendants. They sleep until one comes who knows how to awaken them. And to that awakener— what reward! Not the golden and glitter- ing trash in the tomb of some Tut-ankh- Sp Pg y tae, . Amen, not the sterile loot of some Gen-- ~~ ghis Khan, or of Attila . shining th pebbles and worthless metal . . . play- things. But storehouses of memories, hives of knowledge—knowledge that sets Rees its possessor so high above all other men ae. that he is as a god.” aa I said, politely: 3 “I'd like to be a god for a time. Where can I find such storehouse? Or open ec such hive? It would be worth a few Stings to become a god.” ary The veins throbbed in his temples; > he said: < ce “You mock. Nevertheless, I will give you a hint. Once Dr, Charcot hypnotized _a girl who had long been a subject of __ his experiments. He sent her deeper in- -Saeee *S the: hyponotic sleep than ever he had Pe “he heard another voice than hers com- ing from her throat. It was a man’s voice, the rough voice of a French peas- ant. He-questioned that voice. It told him many things—things the girl could ne Monroe Doctrine: Fesdone = cain " . : 7 VERT RESERVE BLENDED WHISKEY —86 8 PROOF-659% 6 GRAIN NEUTRAL SPIRITS. CALVERT DISTILLERS CORP, N.Y. a CREEP, SHADOW! of incidents of the Jacquerie. And the Jacquerie was six hundred years before. - Dr... told him. nutely. He verified. He traced the girl’s” parentage. She had come straight down — from a leader of that peasant uprising. — He tried again. pened a thousand years ago. Told then ie intimate details, as one who had been a> spectator of these happenings. And again he investigated. And again he found that what the voice had told was true.” I asked, even more politely. “And have we now arrived at trans-— migration of souls?” He answered, violently: “You dare to mock! What Charcot did was to pierce through veil upon veil — of memory for a thousand years. I have = gone further than that. I have gone back — through the veils of memory not one thousand years. I have gone back ten thousand. I, de Keradel, tell you so.” — Lowell said: “But Dr. de Keradel—memory is not — carried by the germ plasm. Physical characteristics, weaknesses, predilections, coloration, shape and so on—yes. The son of a violinist can inherit his father’s — hands, his talent, his ear—but not the memory of the notes that his father played. Not his father’s—memories.’ De Keradel said: “You are wrong. Those memories can — be carried. In the brain. Or rather, in > that which uses the brain as its instru-_ ment. I do not say that every one in- | taste better.” - Charcot took down what that voice : Later, he investigated, mi- °. He pushed past that a a voice to another. And this voice, a wom- an’s told him of things that had hap- NEW YORK, N. Y.—George H. Monroe, New Yorksinger _ and entertainer, advisesmen of moderation: “Switch to Calvert Reserve—asI have, Calvert really islighter,mild- = er, finer. It always makes your occasional hightake = Comichboo