The little incubator had been brought from the roof of our palaceat request of Dejah Thoris and now she sat gazing longingly uponthe unknown little life that now she would never know.

As it was becoming perceptibly difficult to breathe Tardos Morsarose, saying,

"Let us bid each other farewell. The days of the greatness ofBarsoom are over. Tomorrow's sun will look down upon a dead worldwhich through all eternity must go swinging through the heavenspeopled not even by memories. It is the end."

He stooped and kissed the women of his family, and laid his stronghand upon the shoulders of the men.

As I turned sadly from him my eyes fell upon Dejah Thoris. Her headwas drooping upon her breast, to all appearances she was lifeless.With a cry I sprang to her and raised her in my arms.

Her eyes opened and looked into mine.