Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1909-11-07

years and 1t can stand waiting day or two
longer to be uncovered.
Griscom paused and. leaning on the handle of
his shovel. wiped his dripping face. have an
instinct" said he. that are about to find
something remarkable. 1t gets away with me.
THE savant grunted and glanced sharply at
his colleague. Griscom's face white
under its soapy layer of pumce powder. and
his gray eyes were bright as those of a fever
patient
He picked up a small statuette he had just un-
earthed. busted it carefully. and carried it over
to Miss Wellesley
Here's little gem of Pallas Athene, said
he. "Griscom says were on the verge OF dis
coverv."
Then hope it will be made very soon" an
swered the girl Professor Griscom looks as If
he was on the verge of physical collapse"
Owens sunburnt face wrinked. He's
treasure mad, like all green hands. Used to be
that way myself. before | discovered that live
professor is worth ten dead kings. But there Is
something very purposeful about tIrlScomS
| madness. | don't understand 1t. He seems
| to know the place. Came straight here the
| first day without guide. Pom my word. he
| acts as if he knew the place. and he's told me
| one or two things about Pompeii that | can't
| find any authority for.
Miss Wellesley looked at him thoughtfully.
Her blue eyes turned quickly to GriScom. who
| was his knees and paving eagerly at the
dust with his hands
Does he always work like that" she asked.
He is getting worse and worse the dig
cling proceeds. If he doesn't mend his ways, |
shall have to lay him off. He'll get the fever.
Fact is. | don't think he's very well now
He looks very badly"
Doesn't act normally. either. The work
men are afraid OF him. They swear he's got
second sight. Maybe they're right. Yesterday.
he said to me. Tell the men to be more careful;
we are apt to find very beautiful urnS
hereabouts And we did, Rum, very rum
/ L.
Griscom. when he turned up that money
| box there at your feet he said, Oh here this
box, and the funny part was he said 1t IN Latin.
We've quite formed the habit of speaking Latin
while at work. It's some effort for me: but
Criscom patters it out like a dialect. Pom my
soul, | believe he's reincarnated Roman!
so do l." answered Miss Wellesley softly.
Her ewes turned toward Griscom. who was dig
ging almost franticany.
Take it easy. Griscom. demonstrated Owen.
THE young man did not appear to have
heard As they watched him he gave a
shout. Here it isl I've got it, he cried. and
his voice carried note of exultatlon.
Got what" demanded his colleague.
This bust! This wonderful bust" He
scooped at the dust with eager hands.
Professor Owen walked over to where Girls
com was at work. and Miss Wellesley in a
strange state of excitement. followed him.
The Italian officer paused to light fresh Gig
arctic. then joined the group. while the labor
ers conscious of the tension IN the air, stopped
their work to look on curiously.
G:-iscorn, his hands trembling with excite
ment. was rapidly unearthng life sized mar
BILE bust. As he worked he muttered to him.
self in a low jerky voice. As Miss Wellesley
stopped to look over his shoulder, he glanced
up at her with the darkness of expression of
one preoccupied beyond all consciousness of
surroundings.
Presently he said few words in a louder
tone Miss Wellesley looked inquiringly at Pro-
lessor Owen who smiled.
Latin again." said he. His remarks
to the effect that the bust is a very fine one and
that he hopes it is intact
As he spoke Griscom lifted the bust in his
| hands
What shame! said Owen. THE face is
gone-no. it's just split off. There the frag
ments at the bottom of the hole" He leaned
down and took the relic from GriscOm's hand.
Hello Here's inscription" He studied
the Latin words minutely. blowing the dust
from the crevices of the letters We'll. well.
here is a find! This chap is Glaucus himself. the
sculptor. Eh-what, Griscom,"
He took the broken fragments from the hand
of his colleague GriScom staring at the head
with expression of blank disappointment.
Its man he cried.
YES. GlauCus himself.
\ queer expression of Chagrin appeared