The Moon Metal

of the gallery was occupied by a narrow railway, on which a few flat cars, propelled by electric power, passed to and fro. Black-skinned and sile

g its most discomposing smile, and a moment later the broader countenance of President Boon loomed in the electric glar

eads to the mine head, where th

the depths of the mountain, followed

in fact, it is very uncomfortable. But we shall follow the next ca

acked rock, they all accompanied it into an adjoining apartment, where it was cas

beg to keep secret, are mixed with the ore, causing chemical action which results in the

projected two or three small spouts, and iridescent streams of molten metal fell from the spouts into earthen receptacles

. They were piled in rows along the walls as high as a man could reach. A very brief inspection sufficed to convince the visitors that Dr. Syx was able to perform all that he promised. Although they had not penetrated the s

hinking that if another mine was destined to be discovered he might as well be the discoverer as anybody. Dr. Syx attempted no c

of the world, but I don't know for certain. There may be plenty of it only waiting to be found. That, h

e had taken from the car. Then he pulled a lens fro

is lips, and it almost made them shudder; "put it to every test, examine it with the microscope, with fire,

gh, passing into the familiar smile, w

taking his eye from the lens, "

from the president's hand. "That's it! That's artemisium! But it's of

ffected the visitors so disagreeably that they showed i

to the graciousness which had characterized

ad handed round a box of cigars, he resumed

u may perhaps mistake for chrysolite, or some similar unisilicate, really contain the precious metal, they are not entirely composed of it. The process by which I separate out the metallic element while the

lamps-for there were no windows in the building-suddenly became dark, except part of one wall, where a broad area of light appeared. Dr. Syx's voice had become very soothing when next he spoke: "I am fond of amusing myself

ed as if into another world on the opposite side of the wall. For a minute or two they could not clearly discern what was presented; the

s in a cinematograph exhibition, but with infinitely more semblance of reality. In fact, the pictures, blending one into another, seemed to be life itself. Yet it was not an earth-like scene. The colors of the passing land

y under the spectator's eyes, and occasionally, driven before light winds, appeared fleets of daintil

nt with coral sands, and indented by frequent bays, along whose enchanting shores lay

was occupied by a magnificent house, resembling a large country villa, fronted with a garden, shaded by bowers and festoons of huge, brilliant flowers. Birds of radiant plumage flitted among the trees and blossoms, and then appeare

broke from their merry circle and ran for protection to their elders. The utmost confusing and whelming terror were evidenced for a moment-then the ground split asunder, and the house and the garden, with all their living occupants were swallowed by an awful chasm which

s wont, with its dry ocean-beds, its keen-spired peaks, its ragged mountain ranges, its gaping chasms, its immense crater rings, and Tycho, the chief of them all, shooting raylike streaks across the scarred face of the abandoned lunar globe. The show was ended, and Dr. Syx, turning on only a partial illumi