The weekly pioneer and Democrat. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. Territory) 1855-1865, 1859-12-23

at the door, but greeted them with simple
shake of the hand, gazing abstractedly at
Mrs. Somers She looked troubled.
"Somers," said l, "please leave me a
moment with your wife, 1t is matter that
you may some time know, but not at pres
sent. Have you not heard of my wonderful
development as seer?"
He said he had not, but, without explana-
tion, l pushed him out, and closed the door.
knew that be would listen, however.
Mrs. Somers," said I, "my mysterious
movements are fast growing to climax.
last night plucked dragons tongue from
the mouth of the rattlespakes' den; laughed
with the midnight echoes, and stood face to
| face with the darkness, in order to gain what
| sought. Your hand, please; thank you.
The lines are brought nearer together, and it
needs but one word Of yours, in response to
an incarnation that l shall utter, to make
| my mystic charm complete You must say
Yes, or all is naught"
looked wildly as spoke, and saw that
she was, as it were, spell-bound.
And this is my incarnation" 1 contin-
ued "you swear that you hate Tim Som
ers'-
"NO!" she almost shrieked.
Poor Tim had been listening. Fearing
harm to bis wife from my supposed lunacy,
and hearing the question had put and the
response, he rushed in, frantic with joy,
clasped her in his arms, kissed her over and
over again, and jumped about the room with
the wildness OF mailman. She did not
seem to comprehend what she had done for
an instant, but when she remembered that
she had spoken, and OWNED the meaning of
my cabalistic efforts, she came near fainting
with her emotion.
Thank God the spell is broken !' she
said, the hideous spell that has bound me
to silence and sorrow so long"
The mystical word having been spoken T,
said l, "that brought the diverging lines
together, l am free to tell what l sought at
midnight, on Rattesnake Hill"
"What was ?" they both asked in a
| breath"
"A woman's tongue!" 1 replied and
since l have found it, never allow any triflng
cause to silence it again."
My theory was correct with regard to her
not speaking. She had vowed perpetual
silence, and had kept her vow until brought
to utter one word by stratagem, which had
unsealed her tongue again. The children
were delighted, and ran all around the
neighborhood, telling everybody that their
mother could talk, and everybody rushed in
to ascertain what it meant. For time it
seemed as though anarchy and confusion
had become installed on Tim Somers'
hearthstone, to make up for the silence that
had so long brooded there but he bore it
all good humoredly. left them week
afterwards, the happiest couple you ever
saw, and my midnight excursion to Rattle
snake Hill was frequently alluded to.
did you really 60 there" Mrs. Somers
asked before came away.
"No" said l, initiating her emphatic
accent of the same monosyllable in reply to
my incarnation, and we had grand laugh
about it; Tim Somers swearing that my
seership was the best ever known, and my
magic had wrought happier effect than
that of all the fairies he had ever seen
exhibited at the museum.
"Good bye," said Burner, as he finished
his story, and be left me we'll satisfied with
the manner in which he had spent his vaca-
ton