Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1897-08-20

gloomy at the time and King Fog was over
all things.
We engaged spring cart to convey the
coffin containing me to Moore lane, and
at O'Clock on Friday afternoon we set
out, my two chums and I. In speaking of
myself l should perhaps use the word sit, y
for never did any live man present SO dead
an appearance as l on that occasion. If it
had not been for fear of bursting some Of
the butter cloths, honestly think should
have broken out into hearty laughter, for
the whole affair seemed to me one of the
finest comedies on record.
At length the coffin was duly deposited
in the room, and then heard Pontifex
tell the car men to withdraw the lid. This
they did, and then could feel that the
jeweler was gazing at me fixedly, and
knew that if detection were to come it
would come now. Thank heaven, it did
not GOMEZ On the contrary, the worthy
dealer in precious stones seemed greatly
impressed with his purchase and insisted
on delivering short homily to the car men
on the subject.
"See here, my good men, he said in an
unctuous, satisfied voice; "see here, and
admire the work which the ancient Egyp-
tians knew SO well how to perform. Think
of the ages which have rolled by since
Ptolemy II lived and ruled Think of the
millions who have since then turned into
DUST and yet here am l able to look to-
night on the intact body of that very
king All, marvellous science, the sci
ence of elnbalming Marvellous indeed!''
The hours went by with aslowness that
tortured me. My face was on fire with
perspiration, and though I could breathe
through some small holes we had made
in the butter cloths, my whole position
was so exceedingly painful that I do not
think would 60 through such an ordeal
again even for twice the temptation.
I heard the church clock in Cheapside
strike the hours, and the interval between
each hour seemed like week. AT length
midnight struck, and then I knew that
my awful rest was near its end. 1 could
hear the servants locking up for the night.
could hear Pontifex bidding them
good night as he passed up stairs to bed,
and half an hour later the house was as
silent as the tomb.
"The time has come" thought, for
Ptolemy to come to life. Here goes!'
/ had provided myself with a ring to
which a small blade was attached, and
working away with the same l was able
after much toll to free my arms, and after
ward of course, the work was compare
lively easy, but for ten minutes or so
could not rise, my limbs being too cramped
to allow of my doing SO.
At the end Of that time pulled myself
together, and making mighty effort
leaped out. Selling my lantern lit it,
and then put on the overcoat and other
clothing which had concealed in the deep
receptacle.
Having put on my india rubber shoes
and collected my professional instruments,
went down stairs silently, and soon
found my way into the shop toward the
treasures Of which we had so long turned
| our eyes and which treasures now 10y
within my reach l made deliberate &C.
lection, filling my pockets with the pre-
oious stones in generous profusion.
| A low whistle outside told me that my
faithful pal, Herring, was watching to see
| that the coast was clear for my exit.
| therefore took my way out into the pas.
sage, and using my best efforts to make
no noise slid back the great bolts and
| turned the key of the massive house door.
| Everything went perfectly. The lane
| was deserted, and walked rapidly in the
| direction of the Mansion House, where
was joined by Herring, who burst into q
loud peal of laughter when he saw me.
Cow are yer, Mr.. Tollerrmy?" he said
| "Give us yer and. Blow me if yer amt
| the coolest bloke wot l ever set eyes on"
Then he said no more, and we walked