The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1871-11-24

I intimacy between my huSDanu ana the
bright-eyed mother of the growing babe.
She kissed and welcomed me with genu-
inc delight, and seemed to heartily en-
joy some secret, which she could conceal
with difficulty.
$50 you got your wife at last, Mr..
Snyder!" she said, archly.
ayes. And, thanks to some good ma
neuvering on your part, / got to see her
once without her knowledge or con-
sent"
'eWhen was that ?'' asked, quickly.
''While you were unconscious that
day before the doctor came. watched
beside YOU for an hour and made out the
prescription which helped to restore you
to life and consciousness. A stupid
blunder Of one of the mill men sent that
doctor here, or you would probably have
never seen him.
"WeIl, where did you go after l be-
came convalescent?"
Il would not see you again until l
could have opportunity to know that
you would favor my suit, so 1 wrote let
ters to you from a pretended distance,
while managed TO get a glimpse Of you
almost every day"
The thrifty, tidy housewife excused
herself and went out to prepare dinner
"Now, husband mine, explain TO me,
if you can, why it was that DIR. Gordon
took such interest in me. He would
tremble like an aspen when alluded to
you; and, really, sometimes half be-
lieved he was yourself in Disguise
'Dr. Gordon was an outlaw, Judith.
No wonder the poor fellow trembled
when he thought of mel | met him
suddenly in the street one day when he
was going to your house in the city, and
he begged me not to publicly identify
him. / watched him, however, for |
knew that he had made up his mind to
fascinate you. 1t took all the force Of
my own magnetic influence to help you
break the spell"
''Then you knew about it all the
time 81
"Of course 1 did and, but for the fact
that was determined, if could win
you a second time, you must come to
me of your own free will, l should have
gone to you and presented my claims"
mo wonder dreamed was hanging
over precipicel Tell me, did you kiss
me~when l lay in a faint that day i'm
wonder little east room?"
r ''would yos~ have kissed me under
t like circumstance? ?'
h The mystery of the closing incident in
: my dream was solved.
h'sWilliam, 1 have often told you of a
t strange and mystic light, from which
your own pure face would beam, and
which would appear so vividly real that
! could not resist the belief that you
We're near me. Can you explain it?"
: 'sTel me of some particular time
9 Nwhen you thus viewed my apparitiOh?''
"Kremember particularly how plainly
r you appeared to me the day my father
o died He, was sitting at the window,
n and he pointed you out and called my
attention to you himself"
d II was atthat time in Rome, and on
d that day II went out alone with my
t whole being. so wrapped in thought and
), conjectures concerning you that il
r. seemed that | must see you or die. Sud.
I denly fch you call me. do not know
how to express the sensation otherwise
/ l knew L did not hear you, but was
o certain l was called. ] sat down upon
1t way-side resting-plaee and seemed t.
= fall asleep. For an instant / seemed Il
d stand before you, and / saw your fathe
+ and yourself as plainly as l see yoI
now. Your father sat in a great arm
10 chair looking out at the window, an,
r you were kneeling by his side. Yol
looked faded, jaded and care-worn; you
u dress was darl1-colored calico, with
= blue-and-whitec checked apron and eoars
It brogan shoes. l felt that must speal
9 TO you and promise to explain, but
v sudden twinge brought back my con
ID seiousness, and showed me nothing bu
the quiet street and my own lionel
ii life"
se "Was this the first time you visite
me in spirit ?''
ooh, no! 1 often saw you, but not $
in frequently before that time as With
&C the past few years"
ur "How do you account for this?'i
r. *AIy dear, this is to me one of the III
p accountable phenomena of which life
sc largely composed. When YOU can te
nd me why you see a color and cannot fc
it; when YOU tell me why the sam
ot soil, climate and conditions bring fort
) / sweet and bitter fruit; when YOU ca
ee tell me why my will controls my tongu
le- or hand, or foot; or why fire blazes
In why ice is cold i; or how sentient bein.
Ike became endowed with never-dying a
ur fection; or why'-
to ''Stop ~ I interrupted II am sati
m, fed that you do not understand Il
nd matter any better than do. Bgt ha'
zee you any name for this power, or my
terry, or phenomenon, or whatever Y,
ter are pleased to call it ?'
Pc at must be a sort Of psycholog
Evidently it is the power of one inten
M imagination over another"
we ''Did ever seem to appear TO you
he the same way?'