The Twin Falls times. [volume] (Twin Falls, Idaho) 1905-1916, 1914-12-22

All you need is rest cried Pauline,
and you will be as strong as ever
We'll, before l rest want to assure
myself about you children. Harry you
love Pauline, don't your
You bet l do, father"
Pauline, you love Harry, don't
your"
Yes answered Pauline slowly"
And you will marry right away"
This very minute, If she would let
me-" said Harry.
And you, Pauline?" queried the old
man.
yes, father" for she loved him and
felt toward him as IL she were indeed
his daughter; perhaps some time I'll
marry Harry, but not for year or
two. l couldn't marry him now; it
wouldn't be right"
Wouldn't be right? Well I'd like to
know why not"
Pauline was silent a moment She
hated to oppose this fine old man, but
her will was as firm as his, and we'll
he knew it. Harry spoke for her.
"Oh, she wants to see life before she
settles down-wild life, sin and iniqui-
ty, battle, murder and sudden death
and all that sort of stuff. l don't know
what has gotten into women these
days anyway"
Then Polly, prettily, daintily, as she
did all things, and with charming little
bushes and hesitations, confessed her
secret. In short, it was her ambition
to be writer, writer of something
worth while-a great writer To be a
great writer one must know life, and
to know life one must see it-see the
world. She ended by asking the two
men il this were not so.
They looked at each other and
coughed with evident relief at the
comparative harmlessness of her
whim
yes, Polly" said old man Marvin,
"a great writer ought to see life in
order to know what he is writing
about. But what makes you suspect
that you have the ability to be even an
ordinary writer?"
Marvin sire winked at Marvin son
and Marvin son winked back, for no
man is too old or too young to enjoy
teasing a pretty and serious girl.
Pauline saw the wink and her foot
ceased tracing pattern in the carpet
and stamped en- it instead.
"I'll show you what reason l have
to think can write. My first story
has just been published in the big
gest magazine in the country. / have
had copy Of it lying around here for
days with my story in 1t, and nobody
has even looked at It."
Out she flashed and Harry after her
almost upsetting the butler and gard
ner, who appeared in the library door
way. These two worthless advanced
upon the statue of Pallas without no.
ticing the master of the house sitting
behind his big desk The butler die
notice that large hound from the
stable had followed the gardner into
the room.
The Old Mans Hobby.
That's what one gets for letting
outdoor servants into the house." NUT
tered the butler, as he hustled the bis
dog to the front door and elected him.
us he addressing himself to me Of
to the purp. l wonder?" asked tht
gardener, a fat, good-natured Irishma1
as he placed himself in front of thu
statue.
He read the name "Pallas'' forced
his rusty derby hat down over his ear
in imitation of the statues helmet, ant
mimmicked the pose.
Together they staggered out will
their burden. A moment later the.
returned, carrying with the help o
two other men, the mummy in it's bill
case. Owen also arrived, and Marvin
with the joy of an Psychologist, grasp
ed a magnifying glass and examined
the case.
The old mans hobby had been Egypt
his liberal checks had assisted IL
many an excavation, and his know
ledge Of her relics was remarkable. In
sorting steel paper cutter in a cracl
he deity pried open the upper half o
the mummy's front. Beneath lay tn,
mass of wrappings In which thousand
of years ago the priests of the Nile hat
swathed some lady of wealth and rank
1t was a woman, Marvin was sure
from the inscription on her comb, ant
he believed her to be princess.
The secretary excused himself ant
went to his room, where his precious
morphine pills were hidden. The oil
man, left alone, deity opened thu
! many layers of cloth which bound tn,
ancient form. A faint scene that wa
almost like q presence came forth from
. the unwrapped folds. Long lost balm
they were, ancient SPICES, forgotten
antiseptics Of great race that bios
somed and fell thousands Of years be
fore its time.
4 Il smell the dead centuries" whis
pered Marvin to himself. Il can almos
4 feel their weight. The world wal
young when this woman breathed Per
haps she was pretty and foolish, lik
my Polly--yes. and maybe as stubborn
too. Manetho says they had a goot
; deal to say In those days All, now w
shall see her face"
He had uncovered bit of the mum
my's forehead. Marvin quickly picket
1t up. The vial was carved from SOM
sort Of green crystal in the shape Of
tw0-headed Egyption bird god. With
out effort the stopper came out an,
! Marvin held the small bottle to hi
nostrils. only to drop 1t at the mum
my's feet. 1t exhaled the odor of TIN
mummy which the reek of the centur
les intensified q thousand. times.
Il It was too much for the old man