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by Astounding StoriesJune 14th, 2022
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Tom Forsythe, the only son of an old recluse, moved in to a secluded laboratory in the woods. The old man's curiosity got the better of him and Tom caught him prowling about in the rear of the hut. The labors never troubled his mind over the nearness of the space to the hut, which he hardly noticed or considered the existence of the laboratory. The story is part of HackerNoon’s Book Blog Post series. You can jump to any chapter in this book here.

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Astounding Stories of Super-Science, February 1930, by Astounding Stories is part of HackerNoon’s Book Blog Post series. You can jump to any chapter in this book here. VOL. I, No. 2 - Old Crompton's Secret

Old Crompton's Secret

By Harl Vincent

Tom tripped on a wire and fell, with his ferocious adversary on top.

TWO miles west of the village of Laketon there lived an aged recluse who was known only as Old Crompton. As far back as the villagers could remember he had visited the town regularly twice a month, each time tottering his lonely way homeward with a load of provisions. He appeared to be well supplied with funds, but purchased sparingly as became a miserly hermit. And so vicious was his tongue that few cared to converse with him, even the young hoodlums of the town hesitating to harass him with the banter usually accorded the other bizarre characters of the streets.

Tom's extraordinary machine glowed—and the years were banished from Old Crompton's body. But there still remained, deep-seated in his century-old mind, the memory of his crime.

The oldest inhabitants knew nothing of his past history, and they had long since lost their curiosity in the matter. He was a fixture, as was the old town hall with its surrounding park. His lonely cabin was shunned by all who chanced to pass along the old dirt road that led through the woods to nowhere and was rarely used.

His only extravagance was in the matter of books, and the village book store profited considerably by his purchases. But, at the instigation of Cass

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