The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1871-09-08

hearers spell bound, xiilar. I ID myself
and astonished the phlegmatie doctor,
who closely eyed me while alternated
expressions of pain and pleasure crossed
his shaggy face.
Gradually kind of radiant darkness
no other words will express it-envel-
oped the brilliant company. Cold cur
rents seemed to chill my marrow bones,
a hazy light assumed a human shape,
and pair of beaming eyes met mine.
This impression lasted but an instant,
and then all was blank before me.
Gradually I recovered my faculties,
and moving to a chair, | sat down, too
much overcome by inward emotion to
consider where I was.
''Will I ever solve this mystery ?''
This was my mental question, and be-
fore it all other matters seemed to
me as naught. l forgot all else except
that sweet and solemn promise, 'Tll
explain" and yet l wondered much
that I so long and patiently could be
content to ''wait."
Throngs Of friends gathered around
me, eongratulating, noisy and curious.
81 did not dream that you had a gift
like this" said DIR. Armstrong, with
emotion.
Like oChat!' dreamily asked.
Like Patrick Henry ~ was the quick
reply.
Nonsense, Doctor! l simply spoke
the truth. l do not know what I said,
but of one thing you may rest assured :
While l live, and while there is work
for me TO do, voice and pen of mine
shall not be idle. have awakened Just
now to knowledge of my own power,
and-so help me my Heavenly Father
| shall work with will i'm the vine
yard of my master, TRUTH -
y prominent proprietor of widely
circulating journal, with whom had
held much spirited conversation, ap-
pointed an hour of the next day for a
visit upon business matters-so he
said-and soon the busily chatting
throng dispersed, leaving me alone with
my friends-the Doctor and his daugh-
ter.
"Dr. Armstrong said /, speaking
with difficulty, while "a great lump rose
in my throat and my heart beat in
heavy thuds that almost overpowered
me, "can you tell nothing of William
Snyder?"
Again the same painful expression
with which he had so often contem-
plated me passed over his shaggy face,
and when he spoke his voice was con-
strained and hollow.
"Dear Judith, would to God I could
tell you where he is, but, alasl do not
know. After his release from custody
he suddenly disappeared, and l have
made a thousand Intellectual attempts
to learn his whereabouts"
Doctor Mrs. Lewis, do you believe
in apparitions ?"
"What nonsense ~ was the reply of
my feminine friend.
But the Doctor said, "Under some
L believe it is possible for
a person of inspirational temperament
to become psychological with another
mind or, to make the matter
palmer, your mind or mine may be so
directly in sympathy or en- rapport with
another mind that it is possible for us TO
see such person, even though that per-
son be thousands Of miles away"
"Then if you should see such an ap-
partition you would believe it was the
ideal form of living rather than dead
person ?o
''Not exactly that, but think it
much more rational to suppose that the
mind of one living person can act upon
the mind of another in the body than to
suppose that departed spirit can re-
veal itself to persons in the fiesh.r
Dear Judith, what has caused you to
ride such hobby as this tonight ?''
interrupted Mrs Lewis. "T Thought
your sister and her family were vour
greatest concern. You electrified our
company this evening by your wonder
iul powers of defamation, and made an
impression upon publisher whose
Golfers your pen will yet unloose. and
now you are off on tangent and talk
ng about apparitions Stick to vour
subject, why don't you ?r playfullv
eatting my flushing check and nesting
iown on the sofa beside me.
II live a double life, my friend. Nv
leart is welded to a memory and NV
land to fate. Long years ago loved.
With all the intensity ofmy soul, man
Who might or might not have been
worthy of me. He wronged me deeply
o deeply that l learned to hate man
Nnd; but, though could detest all
'ther men, / never could dislike hin,
To-day, whether he be living or dead.
would freely give my life to know
nat he was all my once pure fancy
'ainted him" (
"oh, Judith why did you ever marry
mother if such was yorr love for one >
had better opinion q YOU than 10
'elieve this thing"
az was soldg' answered bitterI,
yes, sold-sold-soI.Dl so, Merey, /
rising and rushing out of the house
ntO the grass-clad la~n.
The mellow moonlight fell in shim-
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