Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, No. 67 — page 141: what you’re looking at

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He was just a poor little— WAIF ASTRAY by JOHN KIPPAX OT UNTIL HE WAS Neves years old did Billy Fineday think of calling on the small brown men; until then he had found his command of the arts of convincement sufficient pro- tection. The folks of Little Corinth always knew that he was a queer kid; shy, you’d only to look at him . . . he was small for his age, with a strong nose, large ears and lank dark hair. His eyes were mobile and expressive, and his skin took the sun easier than that of other kids. His Aunt Emma would look at him sometimes and speak with a rising anger. *“Where’d you git that face, Billy Fineday? Wa’n’t never a face in our family like that *fore I set eyes on you.” “You know, ant; when the fire happened over at Jellings- ville I was the only one they rescued.” 140 “Ah—if we'd ha’ been friendly, we should ha’ seen you ‘fore that fire, then we should ha’ knowed. Sis Jess was like me, and Rube Fine- day was a big man, too; tain’t natural folks such as they should have a little skinny like you.”’ Jeb Vogelsang spoke from behind his paper. “Could ha’ bin a mite siz up in the flames ’fore he was rescued.” His wife turned on him with scorn. ar up! Our Jess wouldn’t——_”’ Jeb was tart. “Considering you quarrelled and never visited, you couldn’t be sure of what she was doin’.” Billy, no longer the focus of attention, began to steal from the room as Emma’s indignation began to make her quiver. , % ———— ee LU TT . eee Se comiclbooks.conrn