The Savannah morning news. (Savannah, Ga.) 1900-current, 1902-11-23

Such lmpOSterS.
Grace Duffy Boylan, whose new
book, 1.-The Kiss of Glory" is just out.
tells an interesting story of how she
obtained the quotation that is used In
the preface of her book.
Mrs. Boylan, who is now living in
this city, after much time spent in
army posts and on horseback on the
prairies, had seen the inscription
among the Egyptian .scarabei in the
Metropolitan Museum, but as she did
not think of using it until the publish
ers desired her to preface her story,
she did not retain it in her memory.
When she realized that it was just the
thing she wanted, she fastened back
from the West to the museum, only
to find that the mummieS and the
Egyptian things of all kinds had been
moved into the new building which
would not be opened before spring.
She went from one to another of the
men high in authority begging to be
admitted to the treasures that were.
all in unclassified heaps and behind
stone walls. They listened politely,
but assured her that the tiny object
of her search was the traditional
needle in a haystack. 1t could not
be found without the greatest amount
of trouble and care. She murmured
a few words of the inscription; but
no one knew the rest.
Discouraged, she was on the point
of leaving the building, when she
came upon a dim-eyed old man hust-
ing a case of ancient coins.
"He looked so sad and disappointed
with life" said Mrs. Boylan, that
moved by kindred sympathy, / went
and stood beside him and'told him my
trouble.
at was about a chapter of the
heart / said, complainingly. And no
one seems to know in the least what
am talking about
"He looked up with a sudden glow
in his pale cheeks and lifted his finger
to his forehead. The dust brush bris-
tied above his thin, white hair. But
he knew the beautiful words, and he
gave them to me. This is the inscrip-
ton:
This scarab was placed In the
mummy of the Kings scribe, Mesh
Ptah, son of Khonsu Maui. 1t con-
tains the chapter of the heart from the
book of the dead
81 never was so delighted. so i'm
pressed with any one as I was with
that scholar with the duster, and when
my book was in it's covers l hurried
up there and gave it to him. Here
1 said, is my story. The chapter of
the heart of Joseph And he took it
in his hand and bent the eyes dimmed
by many books upon it. And I assure
you I went forth carrying my head
high because OF mis- praise"
Not many persons know that w. w.
DensIow, the welI-known illustrator,
is Philadelphia by birth. Mr.. Dens-
low has been so associated with
things in New York that he is eener-
ally taken as d native of the metrop-
oils. But he is not, although he has
spent nearly all his days since early
boyhood here. In fact. it was at the
Cooper Institute that he began to de-
velop his talent for making the boys
and girls of the English-speaking por-
ton of the world laugh still the but
tons bust off," Later on he finished
his school training in the New York
Academy Of Design.
Mr.. Denslow finds his material for
his illustrations in all sorts of WAYS.
as instance the following:
One day recently Mr.. Denslow was
on his way to a railroad station.
Alongside his cab there arose a block
ade. load of hay blocked the way
A well-fed horse just behind it edged
closer and began to MUNICH it with
relish. Denslow signaled the cabby
to stop.
Wen miss the train" exDostulated
that dignitary.
Trains happen right often, this
doesn't" was the retort.
Then Mr.. Denslow settle back. and
for ten minutes enjoyed and studied
the varying expressions of the thiev-
ing horse.
Mr. Denslow is New York club
man and an enthusiastic golf player.
Winter finds him skating on the Hack
ensack river or snowshoeing with
Mrs. Denslow I'm the Canadian woods.
Duane.