wandering ghosts," shrieked the youth in
absolute faith, snatching his hand from the grey-beard's grasp and
striking his burning brow, exclaiming, almost incapable of speech in his
horror: "Ay, those are the souls of the damned. The wind has swept them
into the sea, whose waters cast them forth again upon the land, but the
sacred earth spurns them and flings them into the air. The pure ether
of Shu hurls them back to the ground and now--oh look, listen--they are
seeking the way to the wilderness."

"To the fire!" cried the old astrologer. "Purify them, ye flames;
cleanse them, water."

The youth joined his grandfather's form of exorcism, and while still
chanting together, the trap-door leading to this observatory on the top
of the highest gate of the temple was opened, and a priest of inferior
rank called: "Cease thy toil. Who cares to question the stars when the
light of life is departing from all the denizens of earth!"

The old man listened silently till the priest, in faltering accents,
added that the astrologer's wife had sent him, then he stammered:

"Hora? Has my son, too, been stricken?"

The messenger bent his head, and the two listeners wept bitterly, for
the astrologer had lost his first-born son and the youth a beloved
father.

But as the lad, shivering with the chill of fever, sank ill and
powerless on the old man's breast, the latter hastily released himself
from his embrace and hurried to the trap-door. Though the priest had
announced himself to be the herald of death, a father's heart needs more
than the mere words of another ere resigning all hope of the life of his
child.

Down the stone stairs, through the lofty halls and wide courts of the
temple he hurried, closely followed by the youth, though his trembling
limbs could scarcely support his fevered body. The blow that had fallen
upon his own little circle had made the old man forget the awful vision
which perchance menaced the whole universe with destruction; but
his grandson could not banish the sight and, when he had passed the
fore-court and was approaching the outermost pylons his imagination,
under the tension of anxiety and grief, made the shadows of the obelisks
appear to be dancing, while the two stone statues of King Rameses, on
the corner pillars of the lofty gate, beat time with the crook they held
in their hands.

Then the fever struck the youth to the ground. His face was distorted
by the convulsions which tossed his limbs to