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1 os Seu. Ti Wan from: the Moon : by Onis Adelbert ekbne : : The famous “Princess of Mars” novels of Edgar Rice Burroughs have achieved worldwide standing among readers of adventure stories and have inspired many authors to similar efforts. In our opinion, one of the most successful examples has been the “Planet of Peril” set of novels by.the late Otis Adelbert Kline. There were six or seven titles in that series, taking place on our celestial neighbors, Venus, Luna, and Mars. In response to readers’ requests, we are now reprinting for the first time that novelette of Kline’s which may be said to be the keystone of these novels—the cosmic history of the interplanetary war that laid waste three worlds and set the stage for the adventures that were to thrill Kline’s magazine and book audience. E STOOD on the eastern rim of Crater Mound—my friend Professor Thompson, the noted selenographer, and I. Dusky shadows lengthened and grew more intense in the great, deep basin before us, as the Sun, his face reddened as if from his day’s exertions, sank slowly beyond the western rim. Behind us, Alamo Edwards, the dude wrangler who had brought us out from-Canyon Diabolo two weeks before, was dividing his time between the chuck wagon and our outdoor cookstove in the preparation of our evening meal, while our hobbled horses wandered about near-by, searching out clumps of edible vegetation. “How is the story progressing, Jim?” asked the professor, referring to a half finished novel I had brought out with me to occupy my time with, while my friend puttered among the stones and rubble in th “Pve reached an impasse—” I began. e vicinity. “And so have I,” rejoined my friend dejectedly, “but of the two, mine is far the worst, for yours is in an imaginary situation, while mine is real. You will eventually solve your problem by using your imagination, which has no fixed limitations. I can only solve mine by using my reason, which is limited to deductions from facts.-If I do not find sufficient facts either to prove or disprove my theory, what have I? A hypothesis, ludicrously wob- co LULU - iGbookszco im