er,"--the Voice replied--"The City
is guarded from that point--and from there we can send messages all
over the world in every known language. Sometimes they are
understood--more often they are ignored,--but we, who have lived since
before the coming of Christ, have no concern with such as do not or
will not hear. Our business is to wait and watch while the ages go
by,--wait and watch till we are called forth to the new world.
Sometimes our messages cross the 'wireless' Marconi system--and some
confusion happens--but generally the 'Sound Ray' carries straight to
its mark. You must well understand all that is implied when you say you
will come to us,--it means that you leave the human race as you have
known it and unite yourself with another human race as yet unknown to
the world!"

Here was an overwhelming mystery--but, nothing daunted, Morgana pursued
her enquiry.

"You can talk to me on the Sound Ray"--she said--"And I understand its
possibility. You should equally be able to project your own portrait--a
true similitude of yourself--on a Light Ray. Let me see you!"

"You are something of a wilful spirit!" answered the Voice--"But you
know many secrets of our science and their results. So--as you wish
it--"

Another second, and the cabin was filled with a pearly lustre like the
vapour which sweeps across the hills in an early summer dawn--and in
the center of this as in an aureole stood a nobly proportioned figure,
clad in gold-coloured garments fashioned after the early Greek models.
Presumably this personage was human,--but never was a semblance of
humanity so transfigured. The face and form were those of a beautiful
youth,--the eyes were deep and brilliant,--and the expression of the
features was one of fine serenity and kindliness. Morgana gazed and
gazed, bending herself towards her wonderful visitor with all her soul
in her eyes,--when suddenly the vision, if so it might be called, paled
and vanished. She uttered a little cry.

"Oh, why have you gone so soon?" she exclaimed.

"It is not I who have gone,"--replied the Voice--"It is only the
reflection of me. We cannot project a light picture too far or too
long. And even now--when you come to us--if you ever do come!--do you
think you will remember me?"

"How could I forget anyone so beautiful!" she said, with passionate
enthusiasm.

This time the Sound Ray conveyed a vibration of musical laughter.

"Where every being has beauty for a birthright, how s