Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-03-15

ceased tracing pattern in the carpet and
stamped it on instead.
I'll show you what reason l have to
think | can write. My first story has just
been published in the biggest magazine in
the country. l have had a copy of it lying
around here for days with my story in it,
and nobody has even looked at it."
Out she flashed, and Harry after her,
almost upsetting the butler and gardener,
who appeared in the library doorway.
These two worthless advanced upon the
statue of Pallas without noticing the
master Of the house sitting behind his big
desk The butler did notice that large
hound from the stable had followed the
gardener into the room
That's what one gets for letting out
door servants into the house." muttered
the butler, as he hustled the big dog to the
front door and elected him.
"Is he addressing himself to me or to the
purp, wonderH" asked the gardener,
fat, good-natured Irishman, as he placed
himself in front of the statue.
He read the name "Pallas, !" forced his
rusty derby hat down over his ears in imi
tation Of the statues helmet, and
mimicked the pose.
"Wlfat did this guy, Pallus, do for his
country, anywayY" he asked of the re-
turning butler. "Iid he build Palisades
Park, msybef"
"pake your hat off in the house." re
Piled the butler, loftily, land get hold
Of that statue if your hands are clean
Together they staggered out with their
burden. A moment later they returned,
carrying, with the help Of two other men,
the mun1my'in its big case. Owen also ar
rived, and Marvin, with the joy of an
Psychologist, grasped megnifylng glass
and e-nmfned the case.
The old man s hobby had been Egypt,
his liberal checks had assisted in many
anxxcavation, and his knowledge of her
relics was remarkable. Inserting a steel
paper cutter in crack he deftly pred
open the upper half Of the mummy s front.
Beneath lay the mass of wrappings in
which thousands Of years ago the priests OF
the Nile had swathed some lady of wealth
and rank. It was a woman, Marvin was
sure, from the inscriptions on her tomb,
and he believed her to be princess.
The secretary excused himself and went
to his room, where his precious morphine
nils were hidden. The old man, left alone,
deftly opened the many layers of cloth
which bound the ancient form. A faint
scent that was almost like presence came
forth from the unwrapped folds. Long
lost balms they were, ancient spices, for
gotten antiseptics of great race that
bIossomed and fell thousands of years be-
fore its time.
II smell the dead centuries, whispered
Marvin to himself, II can almost feel their
weight The world was young when this
woman breathed Perhaps she was
pretty and foolish, like my Polly-yes, and
maybe as stubborn, too. Manetho says
they had good deal to say in those days
All. now we shall see her face
He had uncovered bit of the mummy S
forehead when out of the bandages fell
tiny vial. Marvin quickly picked it up
The vial was carved from some sort OF
green crystal in the shape of two-headed
Egyptian bird god Without effort the
stopper came ont and Marvin he'd the
small bottle to his nostrils, only to drop it
at the mummy S feet. 1t exhaled the odor
of the mummy which the reek of the cen,
turtles intensified a thousand times.
Again he felt the weight of the cen.
turies and the hot breath of Egypt