The Maryville times. (Maryville, Tenn.) 1884-1944, 1894-03-14

1wnl only say that hope ] shall never see
such another look - shat which was frozen
on this dead mans face. Even tho Arabs
recoiled from 1t in horror and began to NUT
ter prayers.
For the rest, the usual opening on the left
side, through which the embalmers did
their work, was absent; the finely cut feat
ures were those Of q person of middle age,
although the hair was already gray, and the
frame that Of powerful man, the shout
ders being Of an extraordinary width.
had not time to examine very closely, how
ever, for within few seconds from its un-
covering the unexplained body, now that it
was exposed to the action of the air, began
to crunble. In five or SIX minutes there
was literally nothing left Of 1t but wisp OF
hair, the skull, and few of the larger
bones l noticed that one of the tibie,
forgot il it was the right or the left, had
been fractured and very badly set. 1t must
have been quite an inch shorter than the
other.
Well, there was nothing more to find, and
now that the excitement was over, what
between the heat, the exertion and the
smell of mummy dust and spices, felt more
dead than alive.
am tired Of writing, and the ship rolls.
This letter, of course, goes overland, and
am coming by "long sea,'' but hope TO be
in London within ten days after you get 1t.
Then will tell you of my pleasing expert
ences in the course of the ascent from the
tomb chamber, and Of how that prince Of
rascals, Ali Bahia, and his thieves tried to
brighten me into handing over the papyri,
and how worsted them. Then, too, We
will get the rolls deciphered. expect that
they only contain the usual thing, copies of
the Book Of the Dead, but there may be
something else in them. Needless to say,
did not narrate this little adventure in
Egypt, or should have had the Boulac Mu-
scum people on my track. Good-hy
'Mafish Fineesh,n as Ali Baba always said
In due course my friend, the writer Of the
letter from which have quoted, arrived in
London, and on the very next day we paid
a visit to an acquaintance well versed in
hieroglyphics and demotic writing. With
what anxiety we watched him skillfully
dampening and unfolding one of the rolls
and peering through his gold-rimmed
glasses at the mysterious characters may
well be imagined.
"Humr' he said, "whatever it is, this is
not copy Of the Book of the Dead BY
George, what's thisl Clc-Cleo-Cleopatra
Why, my dear sirs, as | am Il living man,
this is the history of somebody who lived in
the days of Cleopatra Well, there's sin
months work before me here-six months
at the very least!" And in that Joyful
prospect he fairly lost control of himself
and skipped about the room, shaking hands
| with OF intar,y.i9 ,+,r am
translate-Tll translate it if il kills M, anc
we will publish it; and, by the living
Osiris, it will drive every Egyptologist in
Europe mad with envy! Oh, what a find
what most glorious fad"
And o you whose eyes shall fall upor
these pages, see, they have been trans
lated, and they have been printed, and here
they lie before you-an undiscovered land
wherein you are free to travel
Harmachis speaks to you from his forgot
ten tomb. The walls OF Tine fall down
and as at the lightning's leap a picture
from the past starts suddenly on your view
framed in the gathered darkness Of tn,
ages.
lie shows you those two Egypts that thu
silent pyramids looked down upon lonj
centuries ago-the Egypt of the Greek, tn
Roman, and the Ptolemy, and that Other
outworn Egypt of the hierophant, boar.
with years, heavy with the legends o
antiquity and the memory of long-los
hopors.
He tells you how the smoldering loyalt
of Khem QlgypU burat up before it died
aad how fsrcoly the old Time-con3ecratc
Faith struggled against tho conquorin
tide of Change, that, drawn ever by tn
mystery Of Mind, rose like the Nile at 1oot
and drowael the ancient gods of Egypt.
Here, in his pages, you shall learn tn
glory OF Isis the Many-shaped, the Egecr
Tor Of DEGREES. Here Won shall make &C
liiusaAcG with the shade of Cleopatra
hat "rhms OF Flamc" whose passion
breathing beauty Snapped the destiny G
empires. Here you shall read how the sol
Of Charnion was slain of the sword he
vengeance smithied.
Here Harmachis, the doomed Egyptian
being about to die, salutcs you who follo'
on the path he trod. In the story of hi
broken years he shows to you what may i
its own degree be the story Of your owr
Crying aloud from that dim Ameni wher
} tod y he wears out his long atonng tim,
in the history OF his fall, he tells the fate
him who, however sorely tried, forgets h
God, his honor, and his country.