The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1883-01-17

horror took possession OF me as felt that
was in trance and remembered the good
doctors capacity for laundering. My fears
were well-forDded, for half an hour later.
when the nurse came to look at me, heard
her utter quick exclamation OF alarm. and
nurrying away, she called my mother and
sisters. The doctor was summoned. and ar
rived when all my relatives in the house
were around my bed. He felt my pulse,
put his hand upon my forehead, forced open
one OF my eyes, and examined the pupil.
little thinking that | saw him as plainly as
be saw me, aud sorrowfully remarked:
81 feared it. Shells going fast.'
'Oh, the misery of that day and the night
followiDgl On the morning of June my
body was cold and stuff. and, while my mind
was as active as ever, knew that | looked
like corpse. My friends thought me dead,
and when the doctor came they stood aside,
silent and weeping. and made way for him
to approach the bed. He hooked at me
steadily for few seconds, and then said
reverentially.
"'Yes. poor creature. she is gone and he
covered my face with the sheet.
And this was the man who had first told
me that an epileptic fit might be so pre-
lOnged as to be mistaken for death. NY in
diguation at that moment absolutely over
powered my fear Otherwise | believe
should have died on the spot.
For more than two days l lay ncotionless
on the bed. Tubsroses were streW n over me.
Friends came 10 see me, and reminded each
other of good qualities in me that neither
by myself or Others had ever before been
suspected. heard it all. Nobody spoke of
me except as corpse; none noticed what |
am sure must have been appar mt, that my
face had not lost the color of life, end on
the night of June | lay beside my open
coffin! On the morning of the 5th ] was
1 go. - r.. -. l..
Il had beard the inscription ON the plate
read aloud, over and over again: Clara
Muneie. Aged sixteen years. Poor girl.
| So young To be called away. Bat she was
always delicater Oh, why csuld l not
| speak7 / could not even try to speak OF
move. All volition seemed to have died in
me, and | could only pray silently that
might die too before the last rites were per
formed. but l felt that there was little
chance OF that, because l was full of life.
THE undertsker's men were in the room.
waiting To fasten down the coffin lid
Kisses innumerahle bad been pressed upon
my face, and / had given up all hope OF
life, when an old lady, worth all the rest OF
the visitors put together, ebOwed the other:
| out of her way, and stood beside the coffin.
She was my aunt Jane, and she had come
| from Albany &c see her favorite niece for
the last time. Her presence seemed 10 calm
me, for we loved each other so well that
could not think it possible that she would
allow me to be buried alive. She was stoop
| ing to kiss me when she suddenly arted
back with the very simple and homely re
| mark:
why, her nose is bleedlngr
ut was perfectly true, though up to that
time nobody had noticed it, Ny mental
! agony had made my nose bl. ed.
Nov, the doctor knew quite enough
about his business to be very much startled
at seeing fresh blood flowing from a body
that rad been dead two days. He examined
my face and SAID hastily, as he for the frs
time noticed her color, Take her back tC
to bed
The suddenness end immensely Of the
relief restored all my faculties, and as the
men took me mp l said, with hardly al
effort, and in perfect natural notes:
Thank you, Doctor. How are you
| Auntie?'
II think have told you nearly the whole
story. recovered very quickly. and have
never had a trance since. The doctor still
practices medicine IN Greenpoint. and j,
considered one of its best authorities or
diseases of children, and whenever he see
rue he tells me confidently that from th'
first he bad a latent suspicion that the vita
spark fingered somew here but | do him
the justice 10 discredlt his statement"