Unveiling a Parallel: A Romance

								


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UNVEILING A PARALLEL.
A Romance
by
TWO WOMEN OF THE WEST

Copyright 1893,
by
Arena Publishing Company.
All rights reserved.

TABLE OF CONTENTS.

                                             PAGE.

       Chapter I. A Remarkable Acquaintance      5

      Chapter II. A Woman                       28

     Chapter III. The Auroras' Annual           59

      Chapter IV. Elodia                        88

       Chapter V. The Vaporizer                106

      Chapter VI. Cupid's Gardens              124

     Chapter VII. New Friends                  147

    Chapter VIII. A Talk With Elodia           157

      Chapter IX. Journeying Upward            190

       Chapter X. The Master                   220

      Chapter XI. A Comparison                 248

Chapter 1.
A REMARKABLE ACQUAINTANCE.



    "A new person is to me always a great event, and

    hinders me from sleep."

                    --EMERSON.

You know how certain kinds of music will beat everything out of your
consciousness except a wild delirium of joy; how love of a woman will
take up every cranny of space in your being,--and fill the universe
beside,--so that people who are not en rapport with the strains that
delight you, or with the beauty that enthralls you, seem pitiable
creatures, not in touch with the Divine Harmony, with Supreme
Loveliness.
So it was with me, when I set my feet on Mars! My soul leaped to its
highest altitude and I had but one vast thought,--"I have triumphed; I
am here! And I am alone; Earth is unconscious of the glory that is
mine!"
I shall not weary you with an account of my voyage, since you are more
interested in the story of my sojourn on the red planet than in the
manner of my getting there.
It is not literally red, by the way; that which makes it appear so at
this distance is its atmosphere,--its "sky,"--which is of a soft
roseate color, instead of being blue like ours. It is as beautiful as
a blush.
I will just say, that the time consumed in making the journey was
incredibly brief. Having launched my aeroplane on the current of
attraction which flows uninterruptedly between this world and that,
traveling was as swift as thought. My impression is that my speed was
constantly accelerated until I neared my journey's end, when the
planet's pink envelope interposed its soft resistance to prevent a
destructive landing.
I settled down as gently as a dove alights, and the sensation was the