Evening star., 1923-02-18

from the twentieth century after
Christ to the fourteenth before Chris
tianity and guarantee their passage
without making them giddy.
Mattresses and Pillows are brought
in to bear the stones taken from the
doorway and gradually the pierced
hole is enlarged until there is room
through which people can enter. This
takes half an hour.
Lord Carnarvon Enters.
" Lord Carnavon braces himself and
nerves himself and then he wedges in
through the jagged opening and steps
pack to the pharonic age-into d
small room about five yards SQUARE
and almost completely blocked up
by huge canopy.
This is the outer covering of the
oarcophagus. There is only one great
canopy. Indeed there is barely room
Tor IL. Gone is the hope that per-
maps three mummies lay in three Sar-
cophagi.
Torches flash to the walls and as
the light illuminates square yard by
OF wonder, delight and amazement.
Here Is an art gallery, perhaps un-
surpassed in the world. What an ex-
quisite fusion of colors. 1t is a won
derful hotch- -potch of the superstition
and ingenious fancy of the incoherent
art In all its richly glowing perfec-
ton.
The question is asked Eow it was
done in the absence OF light for
workers and a tumble of other ques-
tions race through swirling brains,
chaotically. but the hard, lurid, as
founding. smashingly and impressive
fact is:' Here is the Sarcophagus in
all It's entirety, it's Enclosures, it's
lavishness, its splendor, its pomp, In
h inh 10 ha
alists was not a tomb but the abode
of the dead.
Mummy Deep in CONN.
The mummy is sunk deep in its
coffin, its Sarcophagus and It's canopy
embalmed and swathed in its band
ages to be preserved uninjured until
the spirit returned and the human
personality was again made perfect
perfect for eternity.
In this Dantesque scene torches
flash like evil spirits. Suddenly one
stops sharply to the right and calls:
Look here" There stands huge
statue. a truly marvellous piece of art.
Another exclamation: "Ah, look here"
one canopic jar. Where are the other
three? There is no time for ques-
tons. Another torch searches the
right corner Of the mortuary chapel
and again sharp exclamation ::
Heavens, there is another room.'
and there. as still as the brain inside
the canopic jar. lay four magnificent
chariots on their wheels, which Seem
TO be of gold. though the sheen is
dulled by the dust of centuries. There
are Jars, urns, vases. boXes-but there
is no time to register details. 1t is a
mead of untild treasures, but the
treasure is Of subsidiary Importance.
Memory of Laws Intervene.
Inc memory of laws. rules and
r. m a ion oh.
inside the brain. Photographs must
be taken and technical facts ascer-
tained. The experts complete their
tasks with smooth efficiency and then
the supreme moment is at hand. Rob-
bers have been inside in the long ago.
Have they stripped the mummy of all
It's magnificence? 1t is sheer tor
ture 10 speculate.
Quickly the door of the canopy is
opened. That's bad. il opens fairly
easy, comes from an expert. Even
as the whisper dies away there is "A
a torch is caught by a thousand facets
and thrown back with a thrilling
challenge. These seem to be the
jewels of the king" one exclaims, but
treasure is not sought.
There is another door. That is
opened, and it opens with menacing
ease. II believe we have the coffin" "
says Mr.. Carter But the door of the
coffin refuses to open. and as the fact
of its tirmness heralds the news
through the antechamber of the ap-
parCntly unbroken privacy of whoever
il embalmcd inside. there is>a rush
through the picturesque group in the
tomb. a wave of something intangi-
BILE. 1t is not the fear; il is not the
shame: it is not morbidity, but is
something which seemed to bid them
to halt and be reverent.
At the instant when the staff