Seth Low Junior High School - Spectator Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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THE RELATIVITY 0F TIME T is difficult for me to state the real beginning of the events that led up to the relating of one of the strangest stories ever propounded by man. Suf- fice it to say that I met, was introduced to, and soon became Close friends with Mr. Thicourt. One day, he invited me to his apartment. I was admitted by a bowing Hindu whom I followed through a maze of oriental rugs and strange drapes to the cozy library. Ob- viously it was the apartment of a rover. A stone god from Yucatan frowned at a coolie hat on the opposite wall, while the fat green Buddha of unfathomable age sat smiling on a curiously woven rug. As the Hindu left to notify his master of my presence, my attention became riveted upon a picture on one of the walls. It was a painting of a Roman galley slave, Chained to his bench, drooping with toil and marked with the stripes of the driver,s whip. As I stared at those tired, anguished eyes from which all hope seemed to have died, I suddenly, with a wave of horror recognized the face of Mr. Thi- court. There was but one difference, Mr. Thicourtls Cheek had a scar that seemed to have been deliberately made, while the face of the slave was smooth and in no way marred. IiYou are startled at the likeness ?i' I whirled about to face the doorway where Thicourt was standing with a faint smile on his lips and answered: III am more than startled, I am sim- ply shocked by the likeness? IIThere is a story to that painting, would you like to hear about it ?l, I nodded in assent and we both took Chairs and made ourselves com- fortable. He began his story. iIIt was a warm night in the year Page Twenty-two of 523 B.C. A man whom we shall call Arto, was walking along the sea- shore of ancient Greece that bordered on the Mediterranean. He was too ab- sorbed with his thoughts to notice that a boat had been beached behind him. A moment later, there was a fierce wild struggle with the band of ruflians who finally knocked their victim uncon- scious. When he regained his senses he was made a galley slave. One day, the ship came to port at a city that was a trade secret, and of which only a few merchants knew. Here, the slave saw a Chance to escape. He waited until the men on board had fallen into a drunken stupor and then dived over- board. His escape was immediately noticed by an alert guard who in- stantly gave chase. The slave soon out- distanced his pursuers, and he ran for his life while they merely ran to recap- ture a runaway slave. Suddenly he ran into a temple before him to ask sanctuary. As he ran toward the wood- en image of a goddess, he noticed in its shadow, a young woman, beautiful beyond description. He hastily im- plored her aid and as the capturers ran up the stone steps that led to the temple she touched a hidden spring and a trapdoor opened at the base of 7 the huge image. Arto stumbled for- ward into the opening and the door instantly shut behind him. The search- ers soon tired of the Chase and left the temple. In this manner did Arto meet the Priestess, Thora. clIn the following weeks, Thora im- parted all her knowledge to Arto. All went well until Prah, the head priest of the temple discovered Arto. The scene that followed, changed the en- tire course of Artds life. The priest, THE SPECTATOR