Wearying of the reading at the end of a half-hour, I began a closer inspection of the room and its contents.  It was full of novelties, and, naturally, gorgeous past all description; but what most excited my curiosity was a small cabinet, not unlike a stereoscope in shape, which stood in one corner of the room.  It had a button at one side, over which was a gilt tablet marked “Push.”  On its front was the legend, “Drop a Nickel in the Slot, Push the Button, and See the Future.”  I followed the instructions eagerly.  The nickel was dropped, the button pushed, and, putting my eyes before the lenses, I gazed into the remotest days to come.  I had come across the Futuroscope, otherwise a kinetoscope with the gift of prophecy.  The coming year passed rapidly, and I saw what fate had in store for the world for the twelve months immediately ahead of me; then followed a decade, then a century, and then others, until, just as I was approaching the dread cataclysm which is to mark the end of all mortal things, I heard a quick, startled voice back of me.

It was that of Jupiter, and his tone was a strange mixture of wrath and regret.

“What on earth have you done?” he cried.

“Nothing, your Majesty,” said I, shaking all over as with the ague at the revelations I had just witnessed, “except getting a bird’s-eye view of what is to come.”

“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.