The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1914-03-14

emerald beetles that Olaf took from the
tomb of his ancestor In II. Rider Hag-
CARDS story Of 1.-THE Wanderers Neck
lace" tLongmans. Green and Company.
When Olaf Invaded the great mound
which was this ancient tomb In Jutland
he had already had his fight with the
polar bear and had recovered from the
blow dealt him BY the formidable AMI
nal. II was a fearful blow, a mighty
bin. Catching Olaf on the head 1t sent
MIN flying far through the air into the
top of a tree, and would doubtless have
finished him II his head had been com
posed Of any fragile material.
Penetration into the Wanderers tomb
would have been difficult IL Freydisa,
who was a priestess OF Odin and
woman Of great intelligence. had not
pointed out to Olaf the well concealed
door and instructed him how to dig
around ii so that entry could be made
INTO the dark tunnel and SO on into the
central chamber where the Wanderers
coffin, rudely manufactured from the
trunk Of q great oak tree. offered only
slight resistance to the determined
young mans further Investigation. The
Id was quite easily pfied of and the &C.
cupant lay exposed. He had been dead
thousand years and more, but he
ooked natural, for the tannin Of the oak
had preserved him. Dreadful to relate.
ais head rolled of when Olaf sought to
remove the cleaning carcanet that he
strangely wore. He melted away swiftly
after this, the result OF exposure TO the
ar. The oil In the lamps burns low,
and even do not care to be left here in
he dark with this mighty one whom W.
! nave robbed" 1t was the priestess OF
Odln who spoke. There was no time to
| secure the dead and dissipated warrior =
| splendid suit Of armor. Olaf did, how
ever, carry off his great crossha ndled
| sword. II was red sword made OF
bronze. The wanderer had borne 1t in
Egypt, where he had been loved by a
princess. daughter OF the Pharaohs.
Not many Jutlanders. we dare say, got
down into Egypt In those days.
| The sea fight on account OF 1duna the
Fair was as stirring and as productive
of casualties" as any reader could wish.
Nearly everybody WAS killed. OARS at
tack upon the image Of Oi!n was dan
gerously bold. extremely rash. Il drew
he Wanderers sword" says Olaf, 'and
sprang at Odin. My first stroke sank
up to the hilt In his hollow belly; my
| next cut tHe eCtptTt iIotIi Uts MANU- bhs
third, a great one, hewed the head from
off him 1t came rafting down and out
Of 1t crawied a viper. which reared Itself
up and Kissed. l set my heel upon the
reptiles head and crushed 1t. and slowly
it writhed itself to death" 1t may be
thought what this shocking invitation
to the religious passions OF q aercely
military people would have meant to
| nioS he haA amaipad And The
reader will feel relieved on finding him
transferred to Constantinople, where
nobody was likely to be disturbed be-
cause a wooden Odin had been hacked to
pieces In Jutland.
Irene was Empress, and we think she
is rather more vivid here than she Is in
Gibbon. We find her busy with the
Iconoclasts and putting out the eyes OF
various persons who were disagreeable
to her. II Olaf had been willing to love
her he might have been Emperor; as II
was, he had the dickens OF time after
he had made her jealous. The battle be-
tween Irene's rebellious guard OF North
men and her Greek soldiers was tre-
mendous and OF course one sided
STEADY, Mortimer. Shoulder to
shoulder, Mortimer! New at them
Charge! Valhallal Victory or Val
halla!" That was the cry Of Olaf. their
commander, as he led them to the as
sault. There were lots of the Greeks
all the better that Olafs heroes should
have had something stable to work
upon. Down the slope they went be-
fore our rush. In thirty PAGES they
were but a huddled mob, on which ouI
swords played like lightnings w,
rolled them back on to their supports
and those supports, outfianked, begar
to flee. We swept through and through
them. We slew them by hundreds, w
, trod them beneath our victorious feet
How Is the readers pulse now? Al
for the beaten fellows at the last: "som'
were fed, but more were dead. for once
. at grips the Mortimer showed no mercy
! to the Greek" But Olaf was too kim
: to Irene. He was too loyal and ienient
, II he had treated her as she deserved
she could not have put his eyes out
Happily supernatural interference
uavad hin, from walking through tn