HE FOUND her in the cabin, gazing intently backward through a window at the brilliant flare of Halley’s Comet. It was growing rapidly smaller as their ship throbbed toward Earth.
To Curt’s surprise, he found a glimmer of tears in her eyes when he turned her around.
“Why, Joan, what’s the matter?”
“Oh, nothing — I’m just foolish,” she murmured. “But I can’t help feeling a little sorry to leave the comet.”
He did not understand. Joan looked up at him with deep emotion in her fine eyes.
“Out here, Curt, you belong to the whole System. I know you love me, but duty comes first — your obligation to use your scientific powers to help the System peoples.
“But if we’d been forced to remain on the comet world, cut off forever from the outside, nothing else would have come first for us. It could have been a paradise for us. But it’s lost now.”
Curt Newton bent and kissed her.
“Joan, don’t feel like that. Some day when our work is done, we’ll find our own paradise. I know a little asteroid that’s waiting for us. It’s just like a garden. Some day.
THE END
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