Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-08-25

what vandals have stripped off the bandages,
taken the face mask.
Suddenly the professor started-he could
have sworn that one of the eyes opened
dreamily and peered up at him, even
winked "Ha. ha." he laughed nervously.
"Strange tricks our vivid imaginations play
us. Centuries since that eye closed never to
open again.
Professor Bachmann once more returned
to his writing table, trying to drive from his
mind the gruesome idea that the Shrvelcd
Egyptian had looked at him out of his soul
less eyes and winked.
Il wonder if there really is anything the
matter with me?" he questioned. what
did Oswald mean by my not working to-
night? He must have noticed something
unusual. Perhaps I'm taking too much
coffee, or too much Eth? Again. God
bless us" \ soft. rustling noise as of slip
ping drapery claimed his startled attention
He stared stupidity at the mummy case. I'm
doubtedlv there was a stirring of life in that
casket of the dead
The professor essayed to rise from his
chair: but his limbs doubled under him like
soft cloth. He sought to question the maker
of the disturbing noise: but his tongue had
lost its trick of speech He had conversed
with spirits at a seance; but they had been
expected, appealed to: this was altogether
different. No longer was there any doubt
about the actually of these life sounds.
Signs and deep gasps for breath came from
the mumrny's resting place. and next IN the
professors vision there loomed an arm.
thrust upward. His mind flashed a thou
sand lights upon his own condition; it
worked with fierce rapidity. He was not
mad, he could feel that; he was not asleep
and in nightmare-he stretched forth his
hand and turned two separate sheets of the
treatise on psychology. The response of the
paper to his touch proved that he was
awake and in full control of his faculties.
And there with decorous sequence the anat-
omy of the deceased Pharaoh disengaged
itself from the sarcophagus dead Egyp-
tan was restricting himself.
The professor felt slipping away from him
the sense of time. Centuries were being an
initiated while 1t, the Ka. the Aspect, the
resouled casket of dead Pharaoh. rose with
malignant deliberation and stood looking at
him out of solemn black eyes that seemed to
hold the awful secrets of bygone ages. Then
the Pharaoh spoke the words of an unknown
tongue.
His voice broke the spell that had almost
stiled the professors heart. The feeling of
dread gave place to one of Joy. Here was
manifestation of true occultism-the hover
ing Ka had returned to its muinmitied
BODY,
Boodha, still in half stupor, had spoken
in Hindustani. That Professor Bachmann
understood not was an unimportant issue.
He darted forward and put his hand on the
Egyptian arm to lead him to his own chair:
but as he did 50 there was loud rap on his
library door.
THE professor became terribly excited.
He fairly damned poor Boodha back
into the sarcophagus, his insistent treatment
quite at variance with the courtliness of his
language. He hastily pulled the cover over
the box and opened the door. discovering
that it was DR.. Leigh-Mervyn who had
knocked.
| Oswald said you were in the library.
Professor; so | took the liberty of coming
right up. Just dropped in to see if my tarry
| friend from the Nile had materialized.'
Almost unconsciouslv Professor Bach
mann placed finger to his lips, and in his
eyes there was mysterious look of cau
ton.
AS gh-AIervyn turned his eye caught
sight of the package. "Ah here's our long
sleeper" he gave the box a playful kick.
Lets wake him up. Professor, and have
chat with him"
For answer Bacilmann slipped his hand