o more of the hint that it was Paula's
part to make room for him. But the old man had spoken in all seriousness,
for, no sooner was he alone than he petulantly flung down the ivory ruler
on the table, and murmured, at first angrily and then scornfully, his
eyes sparkling the while:

"For this true heart, and to preserve myself and the world from losing
such a man, I would send a dozen such born hussies to Amentis--[The
Nether world of the ancient Egyptians.]--Hey, hey! My beauty! So this
noble leech is not good enough for the like of us; he may be tossed away
like a date-stone that we spit out? Well, every one to his taste; but how
would it be if old Horapollo taught us his value? Wait a bit, wait!--With
a definite aim before my eyes I have never yet failed to find my way--in
the realm of science, of course; but what is life--the life of the sage
but applied knowledge? And why should not old Horapollo, for once before
he dies, try what his brains can contrive to achieve in the busy world of
outside human existence? Pleasant as you may think it to be in Memphis
with your lover, fair heart-breaker, you will have to make way for the
plaything you have so lightly tossed aside! Aye, you certainly will,
depend upon that my beauty, depend upon that!--Here, Anubis!"

He gave the slave, who had fallen asleep again under the table, a kick
with his bare foot, and while Anubis lighted his master to his
sleeping-room, and helped him in his long and elaborate ablutions,
Horapollo never ceased muttering broken sentences and curses, or laughing
maliciously to himself.

ETEXT EDITOR'S BOOKMARKS:

A knot can often be untied by daylight
Hatred and love are the opposite ends of the same rod
Life is a function, a ministry, a duty
So hard is it to forego the right of hating
Those who will not listen must feel
Use their physical helplessness as a defence

THE BRIDE OF THE NILE

By Georg Ebers

Volume 7.

CHAPTER I.

If Philippus found no sleep that night, neither did Orion. He no longer
doubted Paula, but his heart was full of longing to hear her say once
more that she loved him and him alone, and the yearning kept him awake.
He sprang from his bed at the first glimmer of dawn, glad that the night
was past, and started to cross the Nile in order to place half of Paula's
fortune in the hands of Salech, the brother of Haschim the merchant.

In Memphis all was still silent, and all