magical
island of Arjeels shall rise above the waves."

"I wish the island," said Lyone, "to have an elevation of five
thousand feet in the centre, and at an elevation of four thousand feet
fill a crater of the mountain with a lake of cool water surrounded by
aerial gardens, and on the shore place a palace of rose-colored
marble, luxuriously furnished, with servants to wait upon us. All else
may be according to your own fancy."

"As your majesty wishes," replied the sorcerer, and as he spoke, a
high mountain rose instantly from the sea a mile away, creating
enormous waves, that threatened the safety of the yacht and the
congregated vessels. A feeling of awe silenced the host of spectators.

Instantly, as quickly as the sorcerer moved his wand, the mountains
became clothed with forests, and high up on the shoulder of the
central peak appeared a palace of rose-colored marble, whose
supernatural architecture seemed a celestial dream. The island was
thirty miles in length and about fifteen in width. From immense
cliffs, foaming waterfalls flung themselves downward to the sea.
Dazzled with their blinding beauty, we saw ravines engorged with
flowers. In green and glorious blessedness the island lay before us,
complete, like an enormous emerald in a setting of blue sea. We were
so awe-struck with the labors of the sorcerer, that it seemed a
sacrilege to set foot on the miraculous shores of Arjeels.

At a sign from the sorcerer, the captain of the yacht fired one
hundred guns, and the vessel moved toward the romantic island. We came
close up to a white marble wharf, and Lyone and myself alighted upon
the sacred retreat. Everything seemed so natural, that we could
scarcely believe the solid rock to be sustained by self-sacrificing
love.

[Illustration: "BY VIRTUE OF THE SPIRIT POWER IN THIS CABLE," SAID THE
SORCERER, "I WILL THAT THE MAGICAL ISLAND OF ARJEELS SHALL RISE ABOVE
THE WAVES."]

The adorable sorcerer remained on board the vessel, as it was
impossible for him to leave his post of duty for a moment, while the
dazed yet happy inhabitants of Mylosis departed homeward in their
vessels.

It was arranged that when the spirit power that sustained the island
would become exhausted, owing to the utter weariness of the
twin-souls, the firing of a gun on board the yacht would be a signal
that Arjeels would disappear from upon the sea.

The moment both Lyone and myself stepped upon the magical soil we felt
an instantan