"I am sorry," said he, gravely. "It is not well that mortals should

know the future, and your imprudent act is destructive of all the

plans I have had for you. You must leave us instantly, for that

instrument is for the gods alone. Moreover, the knowledge of that

which you have seen--"

Here his voice positively thundered, and the frown that came upon his

brow filled me with awe and terror.

"All knowledge of what you have seen must be removed from your brain,"

he added, grimly.

I was speechless with fear as the ruler of Olympus touched an electric

button at the side of the room, and the two huge slaves, Gog and

Magog, appeared.

"Seize him!" Jupiter commanded, sternly.

In an instant I was bound hand and foot.

"To the office of Dr. AEsculapius!" he commanded, and I was

unceremoniously removed to the room wherein I had had my interview

with the great doctor, where I was immediately etherized and my brain

operated upon. Precisely what was done to me I shall probably never

know, but what I do know is that from that time to this all that I

saw in that marvellous Futuroscope is a blank, although on all other

subjects pertaining to my visit to the gods my recollection is

perfectly clear. It suffices to say that I lay for a long time in a

stupor, and when finally I came to my senses again I found myself

comfortably ensconced in my own bed, in my own home; not in Greece,

but in America; suffering from a dull headache from which I did not

escape for at least three hours. Again and again and again have I

tried to recall that wonderful picture of a marvellous future seen by

my mortal eyes that night upon Olympus, that I might set it upon paper

for others to read, but with each effort the dreadful pain in the top

of my head returns and I find myself compelled to abandon the project.

So was my brief visit to Olympus begun and ended. In its results it

has perhaps been neither elevating nor remarkably instructive, but it

has given me a better understanding of, and a better liking for, that

great company of mythological beings who used to preside over the

destinies of the Greeks. They appeared more human than godlike to my

eyes. They were companionable to a degree, and for a time, at least,

would prove congenial associates for a summer outing, but as a steady

diet--well, I am not at all surprised that, as men waxed more mature

in years and in experience, these titanic members of the Olympian four

hundred lost their power and became no greater factor in the life of

the large society of mankind than any other group of people, equal in

number and of seeming importance, whose days and nights are given over

solely to pleasure and the morbid pursuit of notoriety.

THE END

Transcriber's Note: The author refers to a type of golf club

as a "brassey" and also as a "brassie". Both spellings have

been maintained in this document.

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