The Best of Weird Tales: 1923
Language: English
Pages: 99
ISBN: 188044853X
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Weird Tales has always been the most popular and sought-after of all pulp magazines. Its mix of exotic fantasy, horror, science fiction, suspense, and the just plain indescribable has enthralled generations of readers throughout the world.
Collected here are 13 of the best short stories published in Weird Tales' first year of publication, 1923 -- classics by many who would later play an integral part in the Unique Magazine, such as H.P. Lovecraft, Frank Owen, and Farnsworth Wright.
sleep in the hours between. She is leaving me, each evening, a cold lunch to be eaten at midnight. "August 26th. Several times, I have caught myself nodding in my chair. The last time, I am sure that, on arousing, I perceived the rubber strip under the door bent inward, as if something were pushing it from the other side. I must not, under any circumstances, permit myself to fall asleep. "September 2nd. Mrs. Malkin is to be away, because of her sister's illness. I cannot help dreading her
indisputably in my direction. I was arrested and brought to trail. The evidence not being entirely conclusive, the jury disagreed, and I was set free; but my career in America was forever blasted. As soon as I could close up my affairs, I buried myself in the wilds of Australia, where I began life anew. Fortune was kind to me and I prospered. Under another name, I became a respected and honored citizen of a thriving new settlement. Then the crowning blessing of all came when I won the love of
the top of which was warped and rectangular in shape, standing in the center. To one side was a rustic chair. Beyond the table was a bunk built into the wall; and on this lay a man with shining eyes and a long, white beard. A heavy gray blanket covered all of him but his head. "You're right on time," he said in a high-pitched voice. I looked at him closely. "I don't know you," I said. "Nor I you; but I knew you would come." "You are ill and need help?" I asked. "No," he replied in his
half of a genuine, unpublished Euphronios." I stared. "You say this is--an unpublished Euphronios?" "Yes. The signature was on the other piece." "But man alive, given that other piece--and you must know where it is to be so familiar with it--this fragment is worth a king's ransom. A genuine whole Euphronios--why, the museums alone, bidding against each other --" "The other half is gone," spoke the old man, "gone forever. But this piece itself is still worth more than a king's ransom; not in
assembly call just blew." explained the professor. "Notice how the passengers draw into themselves. Six hundred thousand are now packed into that globe. Our elevated railroads miss a great opportunity by not having four-dimensional creatures to deal with." "They pack us in just as tight," I ventured to remark. The globe had begun to shoot into the air, when there came from behind me a high-pitched wail of distress--a shriller and higher sound than had ever before been heard by human ears, so