EVIL, 
OLIVES. 
“Way has no lover of Nature discovered 
the ‘cipher’ by which to read the hieroglyph- 
ics on these olives?” said Miss Bremely, after 
expressing her admiration for those glossy and 
finely polished shells. 
“There is an exquisite pleasure in holding 
them in my hand and in hearing the rhythmic 
sound they make touching against each other. 
I have always been fond of them and always 
wished there might be such a thing as a clew 
to their pretty ‘ picture writing.’ ” 
“Perhaps they are tablets of the Nereids, 
and report their calls, engagements, and con- 
quests,” suggested the doctor. 
“Accept me as your oracle,” he added, 
taking an Olwa scripta from her hand. “I 
will be a mouth to it. Its long-locked secrets 
shall speak to your heart. 
“T affirm and declare this to be an ancient 
tablet from his Majesty Oceanus to her Royal 
145. 
