Helena weekly herald. [volume] (Helena, Mont.) 1867-1900, 1878-11-28
Helena, Montana, Thursday; November 28, 1873.
folded my paper happened to glance toward

folded my paper l happened to glance TOWARD
the couch.
Was it gleam of a human eye observing
me through the board partition, or was it bu
my own fancy? There was q crack there
but only blank darkness beyond, yet could
have sworn that something had sparkled bale.
fully at me.
l took out my watch-it was / O'Clock. l,
was scarcely worth while for me to undress
for three hours sleep. would lie down in
my clothes and snatch what slumber l could.
So, placing my valise close to the head of my
bed, and barricading the lockless door with
two chairs, extinguished the light and lay
down.
At first was very wakeful, but gradually
q soft drowsiness seemed to steal over me like
q misty mantle, until, all of sudden, some
startling electric thrill coursed through my
veins, and sat up, excited and trembling.
A luminous softness seemed to glow
through the room-no light of the moon or
stars was ever so penetrating-and by the
little window l saw Alice, my wife, dressed
in floating garments of white, with her long
golden hair knotted back by blue ribbon.
Apparently she was beckoning to me with
outstretched hands, and eyes iull of wild,
anxious tenderness.
sprang to my feet and rushed to ward her,
but as reached the window the fair ap-
partition seemed to vanish into the stormy
darkness, and was left alone. At the self
same instant the sharp report of pistol
sounded-I could see the jagged stream of
fire above the pillow straight through the very
spot where ten minutes since my head had
lain.
With an instantaneous realization of my
danger swung myself over the edge of the
window, jumping some eight or ten feet into
tangled bushes below, and as crouched there
recovering my breath, heard the tramp of
footsteps into my room.
'Is he dead?" cried voice up the ladder
the smooth, deceitful voice of the woman
with the half. closed eyes.
''Of course he is," growled q voice back !;
that charge would have killed ten men. A
| light there, quick; and tell Tom to be ready"
A cold, agonized shudder ran through me.
What den of midnight murderers had fal-
len into! And how feartully narrow had
been my escape!
With the speed that only mortal terror and
! woods, now illuminated by faint glimmer
of starlight. know not what impulse guided
my footsteps-I never shall know how many
times crossed my own track, or how close
stood to the deadly ravine; but merciful
Providence encompassed me with guiding
and protecting care, for when the morning
dawned, with faint, red bars of orient light
against the stormy eastern sky, l was close to
the high road, some seven miles from R..
Once at the town, told my story to the
police, and detachment was sent with me
to the spot.
After much searching and many false
alarms, we succeeded in finding the ruinous
old house; but it was empty-our birds had
flown nor did recover my valise and watch
and chain, which latter had left under my
pillow.
''Its Drew's gang" said the leader of the
police, land they've troubled us these two
years. Idont think, though, they'll come
back here just at present."
Nor did they.
But the strangest part of my story is yet to
come. Some three weeks subsequently, re-
ceived letter from my sister, who was with
Alice in her English home-a letter whose
intelligence filed me with surprise.
II must tell you something very, very
strange" wrote my sister, ''s0mething that
happened on the night of the 18th of October.
fact, she had been confined to her bed for
nearly week, and I was setting beside her
bed reading. 1t was late-the clock had just
struck one when all at once she seemed to
faint away, growing white and rigid as a
corpse. hastened to call assistance, but all
our efforts to restore animation were in vain,
l was just about sending for the doctor, when
her senses returned as suddenly as they had
left her, and she sat up in bed, pushing up
her hair and looking wildly around her.
Alice exclaimed, how you haYe ter.
riied US all? Are you ill?'
"'NOt i'll, she answered, but I feel so |
strange, Oracle, have been with my hus-
band"
''And all our reasoning failed to convince |
her of the heimpossibility of her assertion, She |
persists to this moment that she saw you and |
was with you on the 18th of October
rather on the morning of the 18th. Where or
or how she cannot tell, but we think it must
have been some dream. She is better now,
and wish you could see how fast she is i'm
proving"
This is my plain, unvarnished tale. I do
not pretend to explain or account for its
mysteries. l simply relate facts. Let psy-
am not superstitious, neither do believe in
ghosts, wraiths or apparitions; but this thing
l do know-that, although my wife was in
England in body on the morning of the 18th
of October, her spirit surely stood before me
in New York in the moment of the deadly
peril that menaced me. It may be that to
the subtle instinct and strength of wife's
holy love all things are possible; but Alice
surely saved my life.
PROF. HUBER, of the University of Munich
represents the whole body of German Social
sts as having embraced the materialistic view
IF creation, according to which only blind
forces work in the universe, the world spring
ng from chaos returns to chaos again, mind
3 but . function of the brain, freedom and
delusion. And it therefore