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I 80 THE StJXDAT IXTEB OCEAN, JANTJABY 1897. bind, where the Prlnc Cardinal and th white and golden priests were brined in a mellow slow, which shone out also softly down the aiale and lay upon the head of the kneeling worshipers. An the while never did I for a moment lift my eyes from the pian by the pillar. I could ceo the great drops of sweat swell and break on his brow. His hands worked convulsively.

What could tte.man be? Was he a peas-ant, unaccustomed to the pomp and processioning of a great Duomo a consclence-stricken penitent perhaps, though of a truth he looked little like one? From the dusk of the choir a voice rose what was that they are singing? 1 who know bo little of either music or churchcraft could not tell, but I knew that I loved the sound of for the sweet singing brought the tears to my eyes. Some one was telling, so It seemed, of pity for the sinner pardon perhaps for the contrite. "Miserere" chorused the brethren in united, sonorous bass. "Miserere, miserere," came sighing back from the folk in the aisle. "Confess your sins make confession make confession.

He is faithful and Just to forgive iniquity!" Words like these the strong, clear voice sang in the dusk, rising up through the low. chanted misereres like a dove soaring on strong wing. Suddenly I saw that the place by the pillar was vacant. The man had left his position. He strode toward the high altar.

The kneeling crowd lifted their heads and looked at him. Some started away in fear. Could it be that he would kill the Prince of the Holy Church as he sat in his high seat? Would he commit sacrilege in the very place of prayer? He stood for a moment at the foot of the altar steps. The clear voice ceased. The choristers almost forgot to continue their chofus.

Suddenly a stronger voire than any was heard over all the Duomo. It was thai of the man by the pillar. "I confess," he cried. "I am a murderer. Hear me, holy fathers! Hear me, people of Atrani! I am Leo Perrone and a murderer.

I. and not my wife, killed the soldier Giovanni Lupo!" And he threw himself down, groveling with his face on the altar steps. The service went on to its close. The people thronged and whispered. The priests muttered one to the other as they moved to and fro.

The Cardinal summoned one to nls side and conferred with him. But still the rnan did not move- There he lay, face downward, on the marble stairs, when the procession swept past him on its way to the sacristy. Slowly the people dispersed. The syndic had slmned out quietly and sent'for the officers. The vergers began to go hither and thither putting out the lights.

Presently, as I stood and watched, the man raised his face, white and tense with agony of soul. He heaved himself to his feet, as If his muscles bad lost their power and moved only by a strong effort of will. He went slowly and painfully down the aisle, the few towns- folk who remained shrinking from him as from a madman. In the matter of Giovanni Lupo. had not his wife been condemned, he cleared? Why, tho.

should he thus accuse himself at the high altar? Why. even If the the thing were true, could he not quietly con- I "fess to some easy father, and work to buy I masses for the soul of the dead soldier, who doubtless richly deserved the knife thrust he got. Leo Perrone walked stiffly to the great door of the puomo. leather padded, swinging on noiseless hinges. He groped his hands a little i before him.

like one whose eyes are dim. whose nerves have received a shock. He I opened the door. "In the King's name!" cried a voice as be went out into the darkness. Half a dozen bare blades were at his breast before he rouli move.

The man lifted his hands and held them before the gendarmes with a gcstuEe. which said clearly: "I will go with you whither you will." March!" cried a voice from the street. "Halt!" cried another my own out of the of the porch. With the instinct of obedience the men halted. Their officer came threateningly toward me.

with anger in his eye. So soon, however, as he saw my uniform of General his sword rose and dropped again in the salute. "Pardon, excellency. I failed to recognize you in the darknets. What shall I do with this man who has accused himself of murder?" "Send him to my lodging, and bring his wife.

Maria Perrone. directly from the prison. I would confront them, the one with the The officer again saluted with infinite respect. Was he not an officer of police and I inspector of prisons and a General scare lens than a King to him? I sti oiled to my rooms ia a strangely expectant frame of mind. I was about to witness a urious sight two self-accusers for one murder.

One lied it was my business to discover which. The two dragoons of my escort who were on duty saluted as I entered. At the top of the stair I found Stephano. my orderly. In a state of wild consternation.

There was talk of brigands in the town, he said, and I bad not been seen since 4 o'clock. But I comforted him with a cheerful word and told him that before supper there were certain prisoners to be examined. Ho must, therefore, make such preparations as might seem most impressive and official. So I went to my bedroom and threw myself down on the couch to think the matter over. Presently some one came and tapped sently at my door.

"Who Is there?" I cried. "It Is Stephano." said the orderly. "Ah. Stephano. enter." Then the faithful one told me quicklv that all was ready the man waiting, the svndic himself present, and the feet of the guard who brought the woman already on thf stair.

Mephano swiftly buckled on my sword and threw the silken General's sat-h over my shoulder. Then he drew his own sword, opened the door, and announced me formally. "Hi? most illustrious excellency, the General!" For Stenhano magnified his own offlc incidentally, mine also. it was a curious scene which I witnessed wnen entered the great room of the palace, which in the troubles of the gfeat naa Docome the chief inn of the ind-ly reduced city of Atrarfl. My escort, all save the sentries at the outer door, were disposed in full uniform on either aide of the gloomy apartment.

A long table stood In the midst with candles ar.d papers upon )f, the latter for show merely, being mostly regimental dockets of Stephano audit few draft reports of my own. The syndic had sealed himself at the side of the table, but at the brusque announcement of SteDhano ha had risen and stood with bowed head while walked to the red-and-gold chair of state re served for me at the upper end of the room. Then, as they were bringing forward the prisoner. Stepheno came again to my side, and. unbuckling the sword of honor which the King had given me.

he laid It Vkh infinite dignity on the table in front of me. "Wc are in an ill town, and among an untrustworthy folk, at once turbulent and bandit-ridden." he whispered, as' I moved my hand Impatiently. "It is well to let the cattle know it when a great man deigns to come airong tnem. For Stephano was also of the North and despised the canaille of the southeastern sea. I looked up and saw Leo Perrone standing at me cna oi me tame turtnest Irons me.

His hands were bound behind him. He looked on the floor, but his face waa no longer as I had seen it, shaken with emotion. It was gray and stern rafher. but very quiet withal. There came the tramp of soldiers on the stone stairs and a file of earablnerl entered with a woman.

It waa "Maria Perrone, the dark "woman with the handsome eyes, whom 1 UAH In fK. mArnlt TV. A so me end ana set ner beside her husband. She glanced up and her eyes fell upon him. VIjio'" Tij.

A.haI 4 mv; a prisoner! Oh. my Leo, what have you done now!" And she raised her arms and clasped him about the neck. The loose, coarse prison wf-m. Hum ijiq wmu. rounaea arms, and I saw her Angers clasp and knit convulsively ten ma tne man bead.

He turned his eyes toward her and pain and love struggled together In his eyes. The xuus-elcs of fcls arms twitched and drew Jikc vir bell-pulls as be struggled to get his arms free, '-'But the steel wristbands held. Maria! Maria! Beloved oner he said, huskily, looking her a moment. And then, as she clung yet closer to him, be pushed her gently away with a proud little movement, as oue'wbo would say: "Shame, for the showing of But in spite of (hoc Maria Perrone wist fully kept her eyes en But he did not look again at his wife, but as rf ha dared us to think 111 of it, he fronted us all defiantly, and yet with a certain grimly watchful res sect fatness which won upon me. Slowly the woman's hands unclasped themselves as she noted the uneasy shrug of her husband's shoulders under her touch.

Her white arms grew suddenly lax and fell heavily to her sides. She faced looking at us one by one Inquiringly. I paused awhile before I spoke, turning over in my mind how I should best arrive at the truth. "You are guilty of this murder for which you were condemned I said to the woman. "I am truly guilty of the man's death! I.

and I alone, did it!" eh; answered firmly. "I know not of what my husband Is accused that he stands here. bound: but, as God is mj judge, of all part in the killing of the soldier, Giovanni Lupo, he is innocent!" I nodded and turned to her husband. The woman's eyes were steady as truth Itself. "You hear what your wife testifies?" I said to the man.

"Do you still adhere to the open confession you made in the Duomo tonight?" "Confession in the Duomo," almost chrieked the woman, turning to her husband. "You made no confession say you made no confession!" The man drew a long breath, swallowed hard, so that I saw the apple in his throat first rise and fall, and then swell as it it would choke him. Then he began to speak in a broken voice. "Excellency," he said, "It is true all that I safu when the music made me cry in agony tip in the chuich yonder. And now I desire the punishment of man, that I may escape the vengeance of God for the shedding of blood.

I wish to hide the truth no longer. I will not lie to God any more, nor let this innocent one undergo the doom which ought justly to be mine." "You are mad mad mad. Leo Perrone-. Hold your peace. He is beside himself, great General.

Do not listen!" cried the woman, coming swiftly round the table before any one could prevent her, and kneeling at my chair, Stephano. who did not approve of such familiarity, would have thrust her back, but I motioned him to bis place with ray hand without speaking. The woman set her hand to her head, as if her wits were in danger of leaving -her, And she desired to recall th m. With the hurried movement all her fine, dark hair fell below her waist In crisps and waves of shining blue-black silk. The soldiers about the room gasped with astonishment, divided betv een duty and admiration.

"Do not believe him." she pleaded, clasping her hands. "He but desires to save me even at the cost of his own life. For. you see. he loves me yes, he loves me.

I know him well. He ould die to saro me. his wife. My imprisonment han driven him mad. But listen, most Illustrious, hearken.

It was my hand, my desire, myknlfe, which slew Giovanni Lupo for the insult he offered to the wife of Loo Perrone. I I alone did the deed. Do not listen, excellency. Send me back to the prison and let him go free!" She walled rather than spoke the last words, aud. creeping nearer to ray chair, she clutched my hand In both of hers and strove to look into my eyes to read my decision there.

Stephano came nearer. This was too much. He took her by the wrists roughly and flung them from him as though their touch had betn defilement. "Get back to your place, woman!" he said, sternly. The woman roue without a murmur and walked back to the side of her man, with downcast face.

"Now, Leo Perrone. what do you say to this?" I asked of the man. whose strong, piercing eyes dwelt steadily upon my face. he said, "Maria, my wife, loves me as you have seen. She has done this for love foresworn herself, confessed the thing which she never did.

taken the punishment which was mine all because she knew that for such a crime the Judge would hang a man. but only imprison a woman. Maria Per rone, my wire, did this thing for my sake, and I. crawling rat that 1 was, permitted it. But all the while God had me in his grip, and tonight in the Duomo he sent me a message that only in making an open confession lay any hope for my sinful soul.

So now I accuse myself. I will tell the whole truth hero and now. It was a night when I had been far away. I returned to my house eager to meet my wife, to clasp the little Margherita, the sweetest and the most Innocent lass in all the quarter of the Hedgehog. As I came up the stair I beard angry voices then a scream of pain and fear from my wife.

Maria. At two bounds I was at the door, another and I waa within. There stood Olovannl Lupo In the act of offering insult to my wife. Then forthwith the madness cam upon me, as It would have come to 70a. excellency, seeing your wife thus and your little daughter weeding on the floor.

My wife's marketing knife lay at hand, on the board where she had been preparing the supper stuff. I lifted It. and well, that wolf will never insult wife nor children any more forever. I sent him hurtling to his own black inferno' Leo Perrone ceased and erected his head proudly, so that his tangled locks' stood out about his head like a stone pine growing on a mountain above the sea. Again the woman would have flung herself at my feet.

But Stephano had suffered enough. He took her by the arm and led her into the middle of the room, at a where atofra He gave her. distance both from the table her husband and from my chair. arm a little shake, as If or tell truth, but tell It and not elsewhere." to say: "Tell He where you stand Then Maria Perrone fell on her knees on the polished wood of the floor. "Bellevo him not," she cried, yet more earnestly.

"It Is but his mind which has given way. He has often had such seizures. I have seen them come upon him a hundred times. Listen, great General. I swear it by my soul's salvation, upon the blessed cross, upon the relics of the saints.

I alone struck the blow and I killed Giovanni Lupo." As she spoke she lifted up a cross In which was a fragment of iron nail, and made an oath which to an Apulean seals eternal destruction If the path bo false or broken. I looked from one to the other. Leo Perrone stood with his 'strong, stern look fixed upon me. The woman clasped ber hands before her and looked at me dry "eyed. For a moment I was at my wit's end.

Stephano nudged me gently. "The child, the little Margherita." he whla-pered, from behind. "She followed her father when be was taken. Sbevjs below at this moment. Shall I bring her up?" I nodded to him.

Presently between the file of dragoons standing at attention there came, walking with quick, uncertain steps, a little maid, Margherita. pale of face, dark, locks all a-tangle about her brow. She looked very lovely. She dashed her hair away with her hand as Stephano placed her between her father at the table's end and her mother, still kneeling on the oaken floor. "Margherita." I said gently, "tell all you know of the killing of Giovanni Lupo.

You were there, your father tells us." The little maid looked from one to the other of us. I saw her mother make the sign of silence, and from that moment I was sure. "Look at your father," I said, more sternly, "and do as be bids you." "Tell the truth, Margherita Perrone," said the calm voiee of the self-accused at the table end. "Must she said, looking all about; "must I indeed tell all?" "So. no, Margherita; you saw It not; it was was cried Maria.

"Tell them It was your mother, child, who killed the man; or, as I live, I will curse you with the curse of a mother the curse that God will hear; the curse that can never be taken off!" "Speak the truth! All the truth." said Leo Perrone again, sternly and quietly. "It was Lupo, the soldier," at last the little girl spoke out, looking very modestly at me. "and he had come often to our My mother hated him. My father warned him not to come. But one night when my father was among the mountains on his business, Lupo.

the wolf, came and first spoke 111 words, and then at last he took hold of my mother to hurt her. Whereupon my mother cried out: 'Leo, Leo, my man, my man! Help "Yes. yes: and I struck at him with my own knife. Margherita. did I not? Speak, child of my heart." cried Maria, bending all her wtll Into her eyes to make the child say the thing she desired her to say.

But with her eyes on my face the child went on "Then, when my mother cried my father opened the door, and his face was very white and angry, so that It was not good to look upon It. And be never took his eyes from the eyos of Lupo the Wolf, who began to make excuses and to laugh and jast, saying that be did but play. But my father, being very angry, came forward very slowly, lifting the knife from my mother's cutting board, he took Lupo by the throat, and, telling him first that be was about to kill him for the Insult he had done to' his wife, drove the point to his heart. A ad so Lopo died!" Tho woman's shriek rang through tho room at the last words. She bad risen to her feet while tho talewas being told, and now only tho strong arm of Stephano kept her from leaping upon Margherita.

"Ye have lied, lied In your throat, devil's spawn! It was not Leo who killed htm, but I. Have I not sworn it on the reliquaries of the sashts? Have I not pledged my soul's salvation for tho truth of itT He accuses himself, he says, for his soul's sake. Body and soul both have I not given for him She paused and gazed around. And as she looked she read unbelief In every face. Then all suddenly she flung up ber arms.

"Oh. there Is none of you all that will believe me! And I have told yon so often. I have done all I could, and they will hang htm hang my Leo! Oh, God, God. kill me. thrust me down to lowest hell, but let them not take away my Leo.

my maa Leo." And she fell all her length upon the floor. The strength of her strong soul had given way at last. Then, while Stephano and one of the soldiers lifted ber up, I bethought me deeply. "Let all three be warded tonight in one room of the prison the best apartment; that, I think. Master Jailer, in which you keep the contrabands when any lodge with you." But as they were in the act of carrying the woman out she turned her hesd toward me, find, like one that speaks out of a deep sleep, she said: "You will not hang my Leo?" "Go, rest In peace," said I.

"I promise to speak to the King himself for you and your Leo. More I cannot promise." That night I slept vilely, and so, some time after midnight I rose and cast my cloak about me. Then I opened-the door. Across It, so close that I well nigh had stepped upon him. slept Stephano on a bundle of mats.

"Excellency!" he cried, leaping up Instantly and rubbing his eyes, are you going at this time of the night?" "I cannot sleep," I said. "I go to drink the night air." "To drink the poison of these accursed Eastern swamps more like." he growled. "Abide, and sleep will come in time." But I stepped out and away across to the prison. Presently I was thundering at the door, and after an interval the Jailer appeared, swearing most volubly and calling me all' the sons of pigs and asses that ever blighted the wholesome earth for disturbing him out of his first sound sleep. But when he saw me.

stand on the doorstep his curses sank to abjectest apologies. He opened the great, creaking portal wide, as for an army, and as -I stepped within, lo! there was Stephano behind me, armed to the teeth. "I did not bid you come." said crossly enough. "Neither did you bid me stay, my General!" answered the rascal, grinning. Without answering him I told him to lead me to the large room I had ordered the Perrone family to be kept safe for the night.

As we entered the woman held ber finger. She did not move, but ber dark eyos looked unutteble things. Her husband rested on the single straw pallasse, his head reclined on ber shoulder, his tangled hair falling over his brow. The little Margherita lay, breathing softly, on a fold of her mother's dress. The man's feet were wrapped In his wife's petticoat, which she had taken off on purpose.

Very gently she stroked the damp hair back from his brow, crooning over him the while like a mother with, fretful child that may wake any moment. Again, and more pitifully, she msde the sign for silence, looking beseechingly up at us with wet eyes. And I could see that the breast of her prison dress was drenched with her tears. So we went out and shut the door upon the woman and her man, The end? Why. that ia the end.

But what came of Leo and Maria? you say. Why, what should come of them? You remember the Tremltl Islands, which you see from the Venice liner before you raise Mtfhte Gargano going south; there is a lighthouse there. Well, as I passed tho last time I saw Leo Perrons out la his boat ready to catch the papers and dispatches which were thrown to him from tho great steamer. The King made him keeper of that lighthouse when told him the story, and he has been there ever since. And with my glass I could see Maria, his wife, standing up aloft, sometimes polishing the brasses and anon setting her hand her brow to look over the sea for her man.

ITSTEAV AIS'D GREAT CUXJliCII ORGAX. Jps mm This organ Is la St. Ignatius' Church, San Clarence Eddy of Chicago has been performing on it. and says: "I consider it the finest and best church organ In America; I hare opened nearly all the great church organs in-the United States, and therefor am familiar with them. The organ at SL Ignatius la the most complete of any ia Its mechanical accessories.

It is admirably placed so that it sends out Its full volume all over the church, and produces the finest effect." I scarcely took my fingers from tho keys for three hours I was-so pleased with It. Its action Is electric. When Us four banks of keys are all coupled the touch la bo heavier than when, only one manual is played. The voicing is superb, and thoroughly artistic Several of tho reedstops were Imported from Franco. There is no other tour-manual organ west of Denver.

I consider thejustrument exceptionally fine. There are over eighty stops. Musically it is entirely worthy of the mechanical part. The specification is particularly well designed. It is modeled after tho great Columbian organ, which was such a success at Chicago.

One feature la the open diapason, thirty-two foot. It a remarkably effective stop. one pressure of the pedal tho entire resources of the organ can bo operated. The crescendo and tho decrescendo can ho produced by the use of one pedal, and I found the effect The soft-to-full organ and tho reverse oaa be played without taking the hands off. By the adjustable combination pistons between tho manuals any combination of manual and pedestal stops caa be set and locked.

Drawing a piston locks the-combination and gives perfect control of the organ. Tho voicing of the reeds is characteristic Remarkably rapid repetitions of combinations can be made without robbing tho organ of wind. The diapasons are very full and: dignified. To sum It all np, this one of the greatest and finest organs la tho world." San Francisco -'t as his oars flashed and his boat's prow pointed i- 4 Tho Uttle Margherita? "Oh. as to ber.

I have heard that aho had married the lighthouse-keeper on tho eapa which looks out toward tho Tremltl, and that she and her children spend almost as much tlmo oa tho Islands as on the Now, I am sure her mother would not have don that but then some women are such fools about their men. rWee3ce3ee3ees5c Children, that. cannot go homo for their coonday meal should provided with a suitable lunch to take with them to The custom to give children or 10 cents to buy their lunch is a great mistake, for they gener- ally spend tt In pickles, pie. or candy, or in articles which contain not the least nutriment and which more often upst their organs of direst ion. It Is impossible for a child to obtain benefit from his studies unless he receives the right of nourishment.

In study the brain Is ttxed to Its utmost, and if the food Is not to the waste the child's health Is under-utned. Here are seven good, plain lunches" given by Procklyn's famous cooking teacher, Mrs. Leracke: No. 1. Small chicken sandwiches, a pieca cf.

cake, an apple. No. 2. Biscuit sandwiches, a bunch of grapes, one cream cake. No.

S. sandwiches, a banana, a slice of ginger bread. No. 4. Tongue sandwiches, an orange, three or four cookies.

No. 5. Buttered brown and white bread, one boiled egg. a piece of cake, an apple. No.

Nut sandwiches, a piece of raisin tread, one banana. No. 7. Cheese and egg sandwich, fruit crackers, on orange-Beat two eggs 'in a howl two minutes, and two teaspoonfuls of milk, one-eighth table-spoonful of salt, a sprinkle of white pepper; melt one-half tables poonful of bntter in a small frying pan, pour ia the eggs; stir until they begin to thicken, then sprinkle over one tablespoon ful of freshly grated bread crumbs and two tablespoonfuhi of cheese; stir for a few minutes longer, remove and put on tables poonful of this preparation btwsen two thin slices of bread; trim them neatly and cut them la half. Break two eggs la a small bowl, beat until tfcey foam, add a sprinkle of salt, place a small frying pan, with one teaspoonful butter, over the fire; as soon as melted pour ia the eggs, stir until they thicken, then remove.

Butter four thin slices of bread, cover two with the eggs, lay over tho remaining two slices, trim them neatly and cut thin slantingly In half, wrap each on separately In paper. Stir the yolk of two hard-boiled eggs, with a iableepoonful of butter, to a cream, add one tablespootaful lemon Juice, twelve fillets of canned anchovies, mashed fine, one table-spoonfulvcapers, the fine-chopped white of a boiled one-quarter teaspoonful pepper, one teaspoonful grated onion, one teaspoonful English mustard, two tables poonfuls fine-chopped pickles, one pound flne-mlnced boiled beef tongue; mix all well together. Spread on tables poonful of this preparation over a thin slice of bread, cover with another slice, then cut the sandwiches in half, diagonally; next wrap oach sandwich separately in wax paier. Thtssaadwlch preparation may be put into small Jars, covered tightly, and if kept in a cool place will keep for some time. Shell one-half plot peanuts and roll them fin with a rolling pin.

Stir the yolk of one hard-boiled egg to avream, with a halt table-spoonful of butter; add on teaspoonful of French mixed mustard (which caa bought in small glass bottles), one-quarter teaspoonful salt, one tables poonful lemon Juice, one-half tables poonful of unsweetened condensed milk, one-half cupful of fin chopped red ap-'l pio. tne one-chopped wait of an egg. and th ituta. Put on tablespoonful of this mixture between two thin slices of bread, cut them even all around, then slantingly into three pieces. The biscuits can be baked th day before they ar to be used.

Sift two cups of flour, with one heaping teaspoonful of baking powder, add on teaspoonful of butter, one-halt teiispooaful of salt, and on teaspoonful of svpar; rub th butter fm la th flour; mix tb re-fourths cup of milk with on egg, add it to th flour, mix with a knife into a dough, turn it over onto a floured board, give it a few turn with a knit to smooth th top, then toll out a finger thick, ent it Into rounds with a biscuit cutter, set them la a buttered pan a half inch apart, brush over w4th melted butter, and bake la a quick oven till When don set them ia a cool plac till th next day. Chop fine soma cold boiled beet tongue, add to one cupful chopped tongue one-halt table-spoonful French mustard. Split the biscuits, cover on side with one teaspoonful of th taagju mixtnxsv The movement set on foot by tho Chicago Woman's Club to augment the collection of Egyptian miosis and sculptures at the Chicago University by a series of lectures by Trofessor Breasted is one of much importance. Dr. James Henry Breasted, the Egyptologist of the university and an eloquent lecturer, has spent many months among tho wonders of this wonderland and many years studying its lan-fxuafes- Ho is one of the leading Egyptologists of the world, and can read at sight manuscripts written over 5,000 years ago.

Tho love songs, fables, and history of a people to THE OF GIZEB. us almost a myth are read by htm In as easy a manner as we read our poetry and tales of the present time. Dr. Breasted has placed much of his private collection within the Haskell Museum walls, and Professor Petrie lately augmented this by presenting several boxes of rare things, independent of sixteen boxes which the Woman's Club excavation fund has already purchased through his friendly interest. The University of Chicago is the one unl-veisity of this country holding a chair in F.vyptology.

and this is filled by the one man of all others In the University of Berlin who was intrusted by Professor Erman to trans- THE PYRAMID OF KING SNOFRU AT MEDCM. late his Egyptian grammar into the English language. Breasted'a Earjrptlasi Cristsiar. No English translation of the new science cf Egyptian grammar, as It has been created by -the German Grammatical School In the last fifteen years, existed to be taken In any way as a guide- in the puzzling work. Dr.

Breasted accomplished his task to the satisfaction of his great teacher in Berlin, and next produced a unique work on "The Sun Hymns." This ranks In Egyptian bibliography among the best of ancient transliterations. Hla fertility and energy as an investigator and excavator combined have shown th sciontlfle world that he Is the best Egyptologist In the United States, and destined to become a leader In tho modern study of arch-eologlcal subjects among those in th highest ranks. Professor Petrie, with whom Dr. Breasted has been associated in many discoveries, is a man of wide renown, with a most striking career. For nearly fifteen years he has been busy every winter, with a large number of men, upon some historic site ia th Nil Valley, and not a winter has passed which has iot witnessed some discovery due to his indefatigable Industry and marvelous skill as as excavator.

Under his magic spade th great and long-lost delta city of the Greek sojourners in Egypt. Naukratisrwas disclosed to us. and was touched into life again just as in the seventh century before Christ, when its busy narta swarmed with merchants from under every sky along th Mediterranean, and its factories teemed with Greek artisans, whose products were exchanged for -tho precious papyrus paper with which Egypt furnished all the world from the fifth century B. to trc eleventh or twelfth A. D.

I trie's Great Work. He uncovered for us also all that survive of th beautiful city of Amenhotep and four.d th marvelous pavement of his palace painted ia the exquisite tones which back in th sixteenth century B. the Egyptian aitist knew how to produce and fix so skillfully that they are as fresh and bright today as when the last stroke of th brush, or knife, was laid oa. three or tour thousand years ago. Coptos.

oa the great bend of the Nile where it approaches most nearly to the Red Sea, also owes its resurrection to the spade of Professor Petri. From this point th Egyptians dis- patched regular caravans to. the Red" Sea where they manned large fleets and carried oa extensive commerce with Southern Arabia, the Land of Ophlr, many centuries before Sol-cmoa sent his Teasels into the same waters. Professor Petrio made many discoveries at this terminus of Oriental commerce. Ills book containing a full report of his work there, with reproductions of every monument and in-scrlption found, ha Just appeared.

The unidentified pyramid, of Hawara was also excavated by Professor Petrie pierced, to as the technical term. Ha found th name of its Lnllder, Amenemhet IIL. and explained Its Interior construction, as also old with that of Illahun. Winter before last forty miles below Thebes that strange non-Egyptian race whose unparalleled work In flint and pottery is ihe astonishment of archeologlsts. A fine series of their pottery Is now in Haskell Museum of the Uni- Dr.

Breasted waa with Professor Petri for 'j quit a time at the excavations, and brought away from this spot soma marvelous examples of glass, more resembling Jewels than manufactured war. Last winter at Thebes Petri unearthed six temples and found la oa of them the tablet 0 containing the first mention of Israel on aay Egyptian monument, end tho oldest mention of Israel outside of the Old Testament. Lata Aeialsltlea. Dr. Breasted lately received at Haskell Museum 'the.

sixteen boxes of antiquities sent him by 'Professor Petrie. which were found on the same ait which produced tho Israel tablet. These are the resuli of the first forwarding of money already raised by the Chi- Cago Woman's Club, and an Interesting instance of the enterprise that is to give to Chicago the honorable reputation for scien-. tine Investigation not confined to its owa doors or Its own people. Among these remains is a considerable number of pieces of more than ordinary interest, those bearing royal names are conspicuous in the list.

Also a block of limestone from Rameses IL'a funereal temple, at Thebes, with his name cut In over other relief which shows that the block was. therefore, stolen from the neighboring temple of an eighteenth century dynasty Queen. A sandstone tablet shows Thotmes IV: worshiping Amon. with a line of Inscription comsMU; orating his overthrow of the barbarians. There are also some good grave tablets, soma finely colored temple reliefs in limestone, ou great relief represents the god Re.

aa Osiris, cut ia sandstone. There are tw sets of caa opic Jars, quite rare, and a magnificent bust of the goddess Lekhmet. cut in glassy granite, one of the best works in stone we have seen. Several sun-dried bricks are stamped with royal name, aad are excellent example of such bricks as the Israelites mad; they dat from about th period of tho oppression. There ia also aa unusually fin series of Jar tops, sealed and stamped with th royal, names.

Such Jars, when they contained win, often bear the dat of th vintage ia year ot th reigning King, and thus afford Important evidence for determining th length of a King's reign. Rameses II. 's nam appears oa some ot th pieces of gold foil in this varied Among a long aeries of smaller things th finest is a large number of blue-glazed figure from the foundation deposits of th Theban temples. Prof. Breasted ValsusTsIe Lerlsres.

Among the beet examples of ancient Egyp- -tla taste in form and color, are two wooden grave tablets, exquisitely painted with scene' representing the deceased before Osiris. It PROFESSOR JAMES HEXRT BREASTED. Is la order to qulp Haskell Museum mor fully with Just aueh scientifically excavated malarial as this that th lecture at th Woman's Club room. No. 15 Washington street, ar being given by Dr.

Breasted, and held opea to publio patronage by th elan. Each lecture Is of distinct interest la Itself, aad caa be listened to without reference to th Profreasor Petri, who Is bow at Bert Mazar, 106 mile abov Cairo, la in such frequent communication with Dr. Breast ed in Chicago that quit late intelligence la -recited by him in these' publle utterances. Aa director ot th Egypt exploration fund, which Professor Petri has Just been appoint ed. much la expected from his winter's work.

-aad also from that of his assistant, Mr. Qui-bell. who is at El Kab. a most Interesting and ancient city, th cemetery of which lias not been -excavated. -Th third lecture takes placeon th 2d ot February, Tuesday, and lector No.

4 on th ltth of February, Saturday: lectures No. aad oa th sam days axd dates in March..