cing and resisting with hands and feet, but was soon speeding
meteor-like down the icy incline. He disappeared, in the snow and debris
at the base, but in a few minutes reappeared, with right arm swinging
useless at his side.

The girl, giving a cry, leaped over the wall and skimming along the
incline as a swallow might the face of a white slanting cliff, sped
towards her lover. The man leaped to the edge to break her fall and she
struck him with destructive force. They were thrown some distance and
lay still in the snow, which was crimsoned by their bleeding wounds.

Two great white bears, smelling the blood, came forth from behind the
cliffs and feasted upon the pair.

In a few more days the icy waters of a polar sea covered the city of
Theni; and in tears we witnessed the great dome of the temple of our
gods sink beneath its surface. The next week great icebergs were
floating across the plain and above the site of Theni. It grew intensely
cold and the inner walls of our great upper hall were coated with frost
crystals.

The wind shrieked; great waves striking the mountain side shook our
pyramid. The sight was blotted out by a blizzard of snow and ice.

* * * * *

The guards are kept busy with spears and spades trying to keep the
ventilators and the pinnacle area free of snow and ice so we can have
air. Several have been blown from the top.

We made a mistake in the construction of our refuge. We should have
shielded our ventilators to keep off the snow. It is a hard struggle for
air. Tomorrow we must start work opening the passageway for light and
air. Nefert says I should have built a ship and sailed away, as did the
prophet and his people.

* * * * *

Nefert awake. It is dark and cold. The air is foul. I hear rushing
waters. It comes in the ventilators above our heads. It is salty. We are
being swallowed by the icy sea. I have found you! O! How cold! How cold!

* * * * *

I know not how long it has been, nor how many different habitations my
soul has tenanted since our pyramid sank beneath the icy sea and,
holding Nefert in my arms, I lost consciousness.

I am now in India, near the city of Bombay. A city presenting a
magnificent front, but reeking with filth and disease, where, through
the year, cholera daily claims its victims. It is the year 1790.

On the top of a high hill in a beautiful garden are three