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Title: Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 145 June to November 1922
Year: 1922 (1920s)
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Publisher: New York: Harper & Brothers Publishers
Contributing Library: Brigham Young University-Idaho, David O. McKay Library
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ense that the world was flat. The round earth he had sailed overso many times had flattened in the nightto a whirling disk in space . . . andpearls were no more precious than milletseed, or emeralds than cubes of glass.Not even a star-emerald from theOrient tempted Peter that morning. He had stared at his unshaven chin inthe glass and ordered breakfast. Whenhe tried to eat his breakfast he knew toa certainty that the world was flat. He consulted a physician who poundedand thumped him and twinkled a wag-ging goatee at him and charged himtwenty-five dollars. He must take along rest. . . . Nothing the matter withhim, no . . . every organ sound, butsafe to take a rest. Might be sorry laterif he didnt. . . . Yes—twenty-five dol-lars. He went out of the office a little dazed.Rest! And the only way he knew ofresting was to range the globe—a newquest each time. . . . The emerald inupper India! The very thought of itsickened him—to travel a thousandmiles, ten thousand miles—and hold in
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Vol. CXLV.—No. 8fi7.—38 298 HARPERS MONTHLY MAGAZINE his hand at last a green stone! He putthe thought aside impatiently. Was hegrowing fanciful, soul-sick? And suddenly a childs eyes flashed tohim. She was sitting by the sea and hefilled her lap with jewels and told hertheir names. She raised her eyes andlooked at him. The eyes glowed likestars. What were they asking or seek-ing to give him? Something in themeluded him. What could a child givePeter Collins? He could not remember the color of hereyes nor where he had seen her—onlythe look of stars. He had seen it manytimes and he had come to watch for itwhen he was buying and selling. Itcame between him and a bargain oncein Ceylon. And camping under thestars one night in upper India, a mys-terious dim figure bent and looked athim with a childs eyes—and he hadturned away and slept. . . . Why should he see it now when hewas tired? . . . The doctor had said hemust rest. Had he hunted jewels toolong—beautiful fiery hardness that

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