Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 48 — page 105: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION Faintly, I heard his footsteps as he trudged off through the dust. I suppose I went off again then. All I remember before waking here in the ward is a monotonous voice calling: “Carter, Carter, come in Carter,” and replying with a few grunts and groans before going off again. It must have been enough—they found me. Anyway, hows Mark VIII? Id like to thank him if he’s around... “Dead.” What do you mean, dead? He was all ‘right, wasn’t he? He sounded O.K. when he went off for help—— Isee. Yes, I'd forgotten the air. Just enough to give the alarm, then collapsed .. .? I’m sorry about that; he was a decent bloke. ‘‘ Greater love hath no man” and all that stuff. But why should he have done it? We didn’t know each other, we’d only just met... Because I listened? Yes, I guess a bloke like _ that wouldn’t find many listeners 104 up here—we’re generally too busy to listen to another man’s troubles. He told you, did he? I’m glad he didn’t know that I wasn’t listening, most of the time. What else did he say? “Tl rest from wandering at last.” Queer thing to say —according to the scraps of his story that I heard he’d done considerable wandering. It was only romancing, of course—most of what he talked about happened long ago, before any of us were born; he seemed to have a yen for history. What was that guy’s name, anyhow? I’d like to look up his people when I go home, and see what I can do for them. He saved my life, that’s sure. A bit like mine, isn’t it? “ Cartophilus ”—sounds _ like a Dago name—Greek or something. Jewish? The traditional name of the Wandering Jew? Rats ! But where did he get those yarns he told... .? comiclooks.com