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Now the Special English program American Stories.

Our story today is called the diamond lens. It was written by F* James Obrine. We will tell the story in two parts. Now here is Moris Joice with part one of the Diamond lens.

When I was ten years old, one of my old cusins gave me a microscope. The first time I looked through its magic lens the crowds that surrounded my daily life rode away. I saw a universe of tiny, living creatures in a drop of water. Day after day, night after night, I studied life under my microscope. The funges that spoiled my mother's jam was for me a land of magic gardens. I would put one of those sputs of green mode under my mircoscope and see beautiful forests where strange silver and golden fluit hung from the branches of the tiny trees. I felt is if I had discovered another garden of inn. Although I didn't tell anyone about my secret world. I decided to spend my life studying the microscope. My presents had other plans for me.

When I was nearly twenty years old. They insisted that I learn a profession even though we were a rich family and I really didn't have to work at all. I decided to study medicine in New York. This city was far away from my family, so I could spend my time as I pleased. As long as I paid my medical school fees every year, my family would never know I wasn't attending any classes.

In New York I would be able to buy excellent microscopes and meet scientists from all over the world. I would have plenty of money and plenty of time to spend on my dream. I left home with high hopes. Two days after I arrived in New York, I found a place to live. It was large enough for me to use of the rooms as my laboratory. I felt this room was expensive scientific equipment. But I did know how to use. By the end of my first year in the city, I had become an expert with the microscope. I also had become more and more unhappy. The lens in my expensive microscope was still not strong enough to answer my questions about life. I imagined there was still secrets in nature that a limited power of my equipment prevented me from knowing.

I lay a wait lights wishing to find the perfect lens, an instrument of great, manifying power. Such a lens would permit me to see life in the smallest parts of its development. I was sure that a powerful lens like that could be built. And I spent my second year in New York, trying to creat it. I experimented with every kind material. I tried simple glass, crisp and even pressure stones. But I always found myself back where I started. My parents were angry at a lack of progress in my medical studies. I had not gone to one class since arriving in New York. Also I has spent a lot of money on experiments.

One day, while I was walking in my laboratory. Joe Simon knocked at my door. He lieved in the apartment just above mine. I knew he loved jewlery, expensive clothing and good living. There was something misterious about him to. He always had something to sell. A painting, a rare stuturl and expensive pair of lamps. I never understood why Simon did this. He didn't seem to need the money. He had many friends among the best families of New York.

Simon was excited when he came into my laboratory. "Oh, my dear follow," he gassiped. "I have just seen the most mazing thing in the world." He told me he had gone to visit a women who had strange, magicle powers. "She puts speaker to the dead, and read the mind of the living." To test her, Simon had written some questions about himself on a pieve of paper. The woman, Madam Vorpice had answered all of the questions all correctly. Hearing about this woman give me an idea. Perhaps, she would be able to help me discovered the secret of the perfect lens.

Two days later, I went to her house. Madam Vorpice was a ugly woman with sharp, cruel eyes. She didn''t say a word to me when she opened the door. But took me right into her living room. We sat down at a large round table. And she spoke: "What do want from?" "I want to speak to a person who died many years before I was born." "Put your hands on the table." We sat there for several minutes. The room grew darker and darker. But Madam Vorpice did not turn on any lights. I began to feel a little silly. Then I felt a series of violent knocks. They shock the table, the back of may chair, the floor under my feet and even the windows. Madam Vorpice smiled. "They are very strong tonight. You are lucky. They want you to write down the name of the spirit you wished to talk to."

I tore a piece of paper out of my notebook, and wrote down a name. I didn't show it to Madam Vorpice. After a moment , Madam Vorpice's hand began to shake so hard that table moved. She said a spirit was now holding her hand and would write me a message. I game her paper and a pencil. She wrote something and gave the paper to me. The message read: "I am here, question." It was signed Neven Holk. I couldn't believe my eyes. The name was the same one I had written on my piece of paper. I was sure that a eglent woman like Madam Vorpice would not know who Neven Holk was. Why would she know the name of the man who invented the microscope.

Quickly I wrote a question on another piece of paper. "How can I create the perfect lens?" Neven Holk wrote back: "Find a diamond of 140 carats, give it a strong electrical charge. The electricity will change the diamond's atoms. From that stone you can form the perfect lens." I left Madam Vorpice house in a state of painfully excitement. Where would I found a diamond that large? All my family's money could not buy a diamond like that. And even if I had enough money, I knew that such diamonds are very difficult to find.

When I came home, I saw a light in Simon's window. I climbed the stairs to his apartment, and went in without knocking. Simon's back was toward me as he bent over a lamp. He looked as if he was carefully studying a small object in his hands. As soon as he heard me enter, he put the object in his pocket. His face became red, and he seemed very nervous. "What are you looking at?" I asked. Simon did answer me. Instead, he laughed nervously and told me to sit down.

I couldn't wait to tell him my news. "Simon, I have just come for Madam Vorpice. She gave me some important information that will help me find the perfect lens. If only I could find a diamond that weighs 140 carats." My words seemed to change Simon into a wild animal. He ruched to a small table and grabbed a long thing knife. "No," he shouted, "you won't get my treasure. I'll die before I give it to you."
"My dear Simon," I said, "I don't know what you are talking about. I went to Madam Vorpice to ask her for help with a scientific problem. She told me I needed an enormous diamond. You could not possiblly own a diamond that large. If you did, you would be very rich and you won't be living here." He stared at me for a second and then he laughed and apologized.

"Simon," I suggested, "let us drink some wine and forget for this. I have two bottles downstairs in my apartment. What do you think?"

"I like your idea." he said.

I brought the wine to his apartment and we began to drink. By the time we had finished the first bottle, Simon was very sleepy and very drunk. I felt his calm is ever for I believed that I knew Simon't secret.

You have just heard part one of the diamond lens by Fids James Obrien. It was adapted for Special English by Donald Sanctas. Your story teller was Moris Joice. Listen again next week for the final part of our story told in Special English on the Voice of America. This is Sh*ly Griffed.
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